NBA Dynasty Sniper

Chapter 273 Heavy Artillery Swarm Attacks, Exploding Iron Man (Add more)

"Oh!"

A left punch to the abdomen struck between Zhao Dong's chest and abdomen, precisely hitting the liver area, and the powerful impact began to hit the liver.

In the next moment, twisting his waist and hooking his arms, Tyson threw out a fierce right uppercut again, hitting Zhao Dong's left temple from the side.

This combo, followed by a right uppercut, he instinctively hit the lead.

Because the first abdominal punch hit the liver area, he instinctively thought that Zhao Dong would be bent down by him, and his head would also be lowered. He hit the position where his head would reach in the next instant, about half a foot earlier, ten five centimeters away.

However, he underestimated Zhao Dong's ability to resist blows, and his belly punch that hit the liver area did not cause enough damage to Zhao Dong.

Zhao Dong was indeed bent down, but not by much.

In the next moment, Tyson's right fist brushed against Zhao Dong's forehead and hit the air.

"Oh!"

The next moment, Zhao Dong's right uppercut hit Tyson's chin.

This punch hit the vital point again, and Tyson's upper body was thrown back violently, and when his saliva splashed, he staggered back.

Taking this opportunity, Zhao Dong hurriedly followed up and launched a combination punch attack.

Tyson didn't lose his sanity, so he quickly embraced the fight.

"Oh!"

A right swing hit Tyson's left frame.

"Oh!"

Right swing followed by left swing, and hit Tyson's right frame.

"Oh!"

Catch up with a step, a fierce and fast backhand straight punch, blasted the double frame, hit Tyson on the forehead, made him take two big steps back, and hit the bottom post with a bang .

"Oh, it's another round of confrontation. Both sides have hits, but the performance of the flying dragon is amazing. He pushed Iron Man Michael into the bottom corner!"

In the ESPN live broadcast, Rose exclaimed.

The Taiwan referee continued to focus on Tyson. As long as Tyson was unresponsive, he might call off the game at any time.

"Tyson, I'm here to deal with you."

After Tyson hit the base post, Zhao Dong pushed forward, took a deep breath, opened his arms wide, and began the most ferocious swing attack.

"The general attack of the flying dragon has begun!"

Thomson said excitedly when he saw Zhao Dong fully opening his arms.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Eight consecutive heavy swings, punching over [-] pounds, like a cluster of heavy artillery attacks, completely smashed Tyson's frame.

Under the powerful blow, his arms fell into paralysis, without a frame, which exposed his head directly to Zhao Dong's firepower.

next moment……

"Oh!"

A ferocious right swing hit Tyson's left temple, causing Tyson's head to shake violently.

With the violent swing of the head, a large piece of flesh was directly torn apart by the huge force, and at the same time, the mouthguard flew out of the ring amidst the splash of saliva.

"boom!"

The moment Tyson was punched, Tyson felt a buzz in his mind, and then he lost all perception of the world.

"Oh!"

The majestic body crashed down.

"Stop!"

The Taiwan referee urgently stopped the game, rushed to the front of Zhao Dong, and pushed him back while giving instructions.

Zhao Dong stepped back while staring fiercely at Tyson who was covered in blood.

"Ow!"

Seeing that Tyson had fallen into a coma, he turned around abruptly, strode to the neutral corner, waved his fists at countless fans, and let out a beastly roar.

"boom!"

Countless boxing fans frantically responded to Zhao Dong.

"KKKKKKKKKK... KO!"

"Iron Man Zhao Dong KO Iron Man Michael Tyson, he KO'd Tyson in the 172nd second of the first round, he even used his iron fist to blow Tyson's head..."

In the ESPN live broadcast, Rose roared excitedly.

"Iron Man completely overturned Iron Man with a round of the most brutal group reswing, and Iron Man Tyson has now fallen into a coma..."

"... We can see that Tyson's left temple was opened, a large piece of scalp was uncovered by the force of the blow, his skull was exposed, the blood was flowing unstoppably, the emergency doctor had already gone up, the scene was a bit chaotic... "

Another commentator, Thomson, stood up and shouted, staring at the chaotic boxing ring.

"Iron Man is right, this boxing match should be held in the ICU, which is closer to the operating room. What I want to say is, I hope Tyson is okay, as long as he survives." Ross shouted.

"Oh, the emergency doctor is injecting Tyson with something? Oh, on the ventilator, and on the stretcher..." Thomson continued to yell.

"Hurry up and carry him away, he must undergo a craniotomy immediately, his head is a mess." On the stage, the emergency doctor sternly shouted.

"Michael? Don't give up!"

Boxing champion Lewis shouted from the stage.

Beside him are several heavyweight world champions Holyfield and George Foreman.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way..."

Soon, Tyson was carried away by several male nurses, leaving a lot of blood on the ring.

"yeah!"

At this time, the judge raised Zhao Dong's right fist, followed by cheers and shouts from the audience.

"Michael's idiot played too impulsively today. He didn't show his technical strength at all. He just kept attacking. He was too stupid. He deserved to be blown out of his head."

Lewis stared fiercely at Zhao Dong on the stage, and suddenly scolded Tyson.

Holyfield looked at the other people, and calmly said: "Anyone among us can easily blow up this guy..."

He glanced at Zhao Dong who was celebrating crazily on the stage, and said again: "That idiot Michael didn't even hug me once, he still bit my ear, and complained about my hugging too much, he really deserved to be blown out of his head."

"He really has no skills, he's only third-rate at most. But don't ignore his heavy punches and fighting ability. You must not be entangled by him, and you must not fight him."

The old boxing champion Foreman reminded.

"I want to fight him."

Staring at Zhao Dong, Lewis said coldly.

"Me too," Holyfield said.

"Let's go, tonight's party is ready, anyone who supports me can participate." Zhao Dong shouted loudly while standing on the ring.

"yeah!"

The crowd cheered.

"let's go."

Jordan didn't want to stay any longer, and shouted to the postman beside him.

"Jordan, don't you want to come to my celebration party? Tyson is going to beat you, now I KO him, shouldn't you thank me?"

Zhao Dong shouted with a smile.

"Humph!"

Jordan was so angry that he hummed and left without looking back.

"Ha ha……"

Zhao Dong and the others laughed out loud.

This night, the party didn't end until dawn.

Before the end, Arum found Ringer Wells, who was a little drunk, and said kindly: "Ringer, the agents of Lewis and Holyfield came to me just now. They want to fight Feilong. They have The title of world boxing champion of the four major organizations, this is a very good opportunity, what do you think?"

"World title fight?"

Wells' drunkenness disappeared instantly.

"Yes, the title battle, the world boxing championship battle." Arum laughed.

"But Feilong's current technology is not yet at home, and the time is too short." Wells shook his head and said.

"Can you convince Feilong to quit the NBA? He can play professional boxing. He is a genius. He has an indestructible punch. He also has an indestructible resistance. He can definitely become the absolute overlord of the heavyweight class. He can sweep everything. , complete the heavyweight united battle!"

Arum is very eager and authentic.

"I'm afraid this won't work, let alone Feilong, Miss Lindsay won't let Feilong play professional boxing." Wells shook his head quickly.

"This one……"

Mentioning Lindsay, Arum also frowned. He didn't want to offend the hottest new star investor on Wall Street, and shook his head in disappointment:

"Actually, boxing is not as dangerous as American football. I heard that Flying Dragons like American football very much. That's why Miss Lindsay bought the New York Jets."

"It's useless for you to tell me. I dare not discuss this issue with Miss Lindsay." Wells smiled wryly.

"Okay, okay, we can only talk about it after Feilong has practiced his boxing skills." Arum said helplessly.

At 9 o'clock the next morning, Frank Warren announced Tyson's injury to the media.

"Michael's operation lasted three hours and he is still in a coma."

"His left temple skull fracture has been repaired, but the impact was too strong, resulting in a severe concussion, and he will leave boxing temporarily."

On this day, the news of Zhao Dong's heavy punch KO Tyson spread all over the world.

"Heavyweight boxing has ushered in the brightest new star. He has the most terrifying punches and the strongest attack! He also has the most indestructible body and undefeated defense! He has the potential and strength to unify the heavyweight class." The New York Times .

"The NBA hastened to end the labor negotiations, otherwise the dragon may not come back." New York Sports News.

"Mr. Stern, dear Jerry, it is time for us to speed up the negotiation process, otherwise we may lose a signboard."

"Jerry, the loss is already big enough, let's move on to the next round of negotiations, we can't delay any longer."

The owners of most teams called Stern one after another. The few owners who didn't call flew directly to New York and approached Stern in person.

On the [-]th, Zhao Dong and Lindsay returned to New York with a group of chartered planes.

"President, the second billion dollar loan is gone."

At the Nike headquarters, Luo Shihua, the chief financial officer, didn't bother knocking on the door, and rushed into the president's office, shouting loudly.

Philip Knight stared at the notebook on the table. On it was the K-line chart of Nike, which was so green that his eyeballs swelled.

In just three trading days, after the Storm Fund officially raised its placard to issue an acquisition order for Nike, Nike's share price has doubled, breaking through $[-].

Normally, he would be very happy, but now, he only has fear in his heart.

Such a high stock price makes it extremely difficult for him to buy back.

Not only the storm fund is sweeping the goods, but also a larger fund is sweeping the goods, which makes it more difficult for him to repurchase.

"How much share do we have?" he asked after wiping off his sweat.

"A total of 31%." Luo Shihua said.

"Go on." Nat gritted his teeth.

"What about the funds?" Luo Shihua asked.

"Equity mortgage, this time we want 30 billion US dollars." Philip put all his eggs in one basket.

"President, even if you have funds now, you can't find the goods." Luo Shihua said.

"Raise the buying price to attract selling orders. No matter how high the price is, as long as there are selling orders, they will be wiped out immediately." Knight said firmly.

After Luo Shihua went out, Philip Knight slumped weakly on the executive chair, feeling very regretful in his heart, and he vowed not to provoke Zhao Dong again.

Wall Street, Storm Fund, and Zhao Dong sat in Lindsay's office.

"Husband, we only used 30 billion funds, and the funds to follow the trend are no less than [-] billion. There are four big investment brokers on Wall Street. Now companies such as Nike have to take the initiative to raise their own funds to attract selling orders. Repurchase. Now we don’t have to do anything, just wait for them to raise the stock price for us, then turn short and wash them out.”

Lindsay smiled authentically.

"This time, even if they can make it through, I'm afraid they won't be able to recover in ten years." Zhao Dong laughed.

"Who told them to punish us?" Lindsay laughed.

On the eighth day, Jordan called his agent David Falk.

"David, I can't procrastinate any longer. I'm going crazy. If I don't start a new season, I'll retire." He yelled at Falk.

"Michael, calm down, I will push forward the negotiation process." David Falk said.

As the most famous agent in the league, he has a lot of big-name players, such as Ewing, who is his signing player.

Ewing was able to join the Bulls last season because he and Nike intervened, and this time Phil Jackson wanted to sign Ewing back with a basic salary, and he also persuaded Ewing.

In addition to Ewing, he is also O'Neal's agent.

And these two big-name players are one of the player representatives in this labor negotiation, and Ewing is the chairman of the players union.

Also on this day, Wall Street, the headquarters of the Storm Fund, Lindsay made a decision to short Nike, Adidas and other companies.

Because based on the chips changes of these companies in the last two trading days, she knows that companies such as Nike and Adidas have almost completed the repurchase, and the transaction volume has been greatly reduced.

At this time, Nike's stock price reached 135 US dollars per share, and the entire market value reached 500 billion US dollars. In just one week, it soared more than three times.

Turning on the computer, it crackled, and she wrote an article on the valuation of companies such as Nike and Adidas by herself, and then posted it on the Wall Street Journal.

There is only one core content of this article, that is, the market value of companies such as Nike and Adidas is seriously overestimated.

After this article appeared in the newspaper, as a new investment star on Wall Street, it immediately had an immediate effect.

The article is mainly for retail investors and those small investors, and it is also a signal to follow-up capital that I am going to be short, and if you don’t follow suit, you can only wait to be a catcher.

"Go ahead, I want Nike stock to hit the floor."

At the opening of the market in the morning, Lindsay gave an order, and the Storm Fund took the lead in selling the stocks of companies such as Nike, and other funds immediately followed suit.

Her plan is that if Nike persists, she will simply take it back at a low price and directly complete the acquisition of Nike. She has already prepared enough funds.

At the Nike headquarters, Philip Knight stared at the computer screen dumbfounded. The red line that was falling all the way, and the huge amount of sales orders made his mind go blank.

"President, what should we do?"

The financial director rushed in and asked anxiously.

"..."

There was nothing but blankness in Philip Knight's eyes.

If you continue to scan the goods, Nike's funds will be completely sucked up, and then the stock price will continue to fall, and you can only stare blankly.

If you don’t scan, the stock price will fall directly to the floor, so how will Nike repay the $50 billion loan it received from the bank?
Once the bank repays the loan, Nike can only go bankrupt.

But in fact, Nike doesn't have much cash at all, and it's all used for buybacks.

"They...the Storm Fund, Avril Lindsay wants to wash us with blood, it's too cruel!" He murmured.

In one day, Nike's stock price fell from $135 per share to $85, a drop of more than 37%. The trading volume was 650% of the previous day's, reaching [-]% ​​of the total number of shares, and the market value fell by nearly [-]%.

Everyone knows that this is just the beginning, being targeted by a group of predators on Wall Street, what good fruit is there to eat?

Storm Fund, Lindsay summing up today's trading.

By selling high and buying low, the Nike chips held by Storm Fund have not decreased, but the floating profit on the book has exceeded 6000 million US dollars.

On the tenth, Zhao Dong took the Knicks to the Giants Stadium.

Giants Stadium is the home of the New York Giants and the New York Jets, the only two NFL teams sharing a home stadium.

Today is the derby match between the two teams, and it is also the home court of the Jets. The Giants Stadium, which can accommodate [-] people, is already overcrowded. Most of them are Jets fans. The atmosphere is very strong and the buzzing noise It's deafening, and you have to roar when talking face to face, otherwise you can't hear it at all.

As soon as he walked out of the passageway, even though it was still January, Zhao Dong felt a rush of dryness and heat just after a snowstorm, and his mood immediately rose.

"Hurry up and find a seat, we're late." Barkley shouted excitedly.

"It's all your fault, Charles, it's not that you ate an extra steak, we won't be late." Larry Johnson yelled.

"Oakley also ate an extra piece." Barkley argued.

"I finished eating before you."

Oakley's eyes widened, and he looked at the "enemy" Barkley with dissatisfaction.

"Hey, is it a flying dragon?"

"Oh, here comes Iron Man."

"Haha, who did I see? The boss of our Jets is here."

Before I got to the stands, I was spotted by many fans nearby, and they started shouting.

"boss."

At this time, a group of Jets executives caught up from behind.

"Boss, don't you want to go to the VIP room?" Jet President Walter asked.

"No, I'll just sit in the stands, I've bought a ticket." Zhao Dong took out a stack of ticket stubs and laughed.

Several managers looked at the ticket stub in Zhao Dong's hand and laughed helplessly.

"Okay, you guys go to work, don't worry about me." Zhao Dong waved away people.

"Oh, look who is late? Haha, our boss doesn't care too much about his team's games. He is late for such a crucial derby match. This is our home field."

"Yes, our boss is here. He just killed Iron Man Michael. He needs to rest. I heard that both Lewis and Holyfield want to fight our boss."

At this time, the live broadcast camera also spotted Zhao Dong and his party who were looking for seats, and immediately put them on the screen. At the same time, the two live commentators of the Jets began to tease Zhao Dong.

There were dozens of screens around the New York Giants Stadium. At this moment, more than 6 fans in the audience saw Zhao Dong and the Knicks players and cheered.

Three minutes later, Zhao Dong and his party finally sat down.

This trip alone, the severe winter, already made them feel sweaty.

"Hey, Dragon."

"Hey, hello."

Sitting next to Zhao Dong was a middle-aged male fan with the New York Jets logo painted on his face with oil paint, and the two chatted.

"Dragon, will you join the Jets?"

"Maybe in the future, when I don't feel challenged in the NBA."

"Oh, I don't know how you play, but I'm looking forward to it."

"Haha, I think there's always a place for me on the oven pan."

"What position do you like?"

"Forward, no matter the attacking group or the defensive group, my favorite is the forward. I like the feeling of collision."

"Great, I know you've knocked people down a lot in the NBA, would love to see you knock out one guy after another in the oven."

The two chatted a few words, when the game time came, the team began to play.

"Now, let's welcome the New York Jets..."

Amidst the passionate roar of the on-site commentator, dozens of New York Jets players wearing white jerseys and steel helmets rushed out, like a herd of horses that opened the gate, and rushed out of the passageway.

"yeah!"

The audience was on fire, and more than 6 people shouted and cheered like an erupting volcano.
"yeah!"

Like all the fans, Zhao Dong stood up, raised his arms, and began to cheer wildly for the Jets.

(End of this chapter)