basketball king lunatic

Chapter 91 Heaven and Hell, Only 0.8 Seconds Away

After playing the first playoff game, the Bulls still need to stay in Detroit for two more days.

It was early morning when Wang Shipeng and others returned to the hotel on April 4.The fierce competition made Wang Shipeng and other Bulls players exhausted, and fell asleep in the room.

However, as if he had just fallen asleep, Wang Shipeng was awakened by bursts of noisy voices.Trying to open his tired eyes, Wang Shipeng supported his body and stood up.

Opening the window, Wang Shipeng saw an astonishing scene.There were actually two groups of people fighting downstairs.Some used hands and feet, some held weapons, and even Wang Shipeng saw someone carrying an AK47.

"What the hell is going on?" Wang Shipeng swears unconsciously.Coming from China, he had never seen such an explosive scene in two lifetimes.

Although I have heard that Detroit's law and order is messy before.Dozens of people die every day.Lists of violent victims of gang fires and other causes sometimes even take up entire pages in newspapers.

This is the status quo of the famous American Motor City Detroit.And now Detroit is still in a prosperous period, far from the chaotic scene ten years later.

Wang Shipeng opened the door and planned to go out to have a look. He was a little worried because he had never encountered such a scene in Detroit before.

You must know that they live in a *** hotel, one of the most high-end hotel chains in the United States.Such hotels generally only serve the rich and middle class, and this has never happened here before.

Just as he opened the door, the door of Hao Ren's room across the street opened at the same time.

"It's okay, Arthur, let's go in and rest." Hao Ren sent Wang Shipeng into the room, and followed him in.

"How do you know it's okay? There's a gang fighting outside." Wang Shipeng looked at the calm Hao Ren and felt a little puzzled.

"You're a fake, it's just a bunch of Detroit gangsters acting. The police are at the corner of the road. Keep an eye on this place at all times, and nothing will happen, otherwise the **** guy won't agree."

Wang Shipeng couldn't sit still anymore.Fake, fake, why?
"Of course it's to let us rest well." Hao Ren rolled his eyes.

Wang Shipeng understood. He had also heard of many tricks in which fans ran to interfere with the visiting team's rest during the playoffs to interfere with the state of the game.

While the two were chatting, Pippen appeared at the door of the room.Because he found that the door of Wang Shipeng's room was ajar, he went in to have a look.

"How are you? Arthur, don't be influenced by them, don't be afraid, take the time to rest." Pippen thought that Wang Shipeng called Hao Ren over because he was afraid. He had seen the strength of Arthur, a bodyguard.

"Rest, I'll monitor the situation, it's fine." Hao Ren greeted, got up and left.

"Sit, Scott." Wang Shipeng brought Pippen a glass of boiled water.On such a night, you can only treat guests with boiled water.

"Why didn't anyone come to make trouble the night we first came? Also, aren't the Detroit police worried about such a dangerous event?"

Pippen curled his lips and said disdainfully: "You should see that most of the people downstairs are black. The police don't care about the life and death of black people. As for why no one came on the first night, it was because Detroit people And look down on us."

After finishing speaking, Pippen drank the water in the glass, put down the glass and stood up: "Rest early, Arthur, stuff something in your ears, cotton or something. The situation will be much better."

Wang Shipeng was taken aback by Pippen's words, and he gave Pippen a thumbs up.As expected of an old guy who came from the age of the gods, he really has rich experience.

Wang Shipeng remembered that there should be a pair of high-end earphones given by the advertiser last time in the bag, so he quickly found it and buckled it on his ears. Sure enough, the situation improved a lot.

After barely sleeping for four or five hours, Wang Shipeng woke up around nine o'clock.After moving his body, Wang Shipeng left the room and went to the restaurant of the hotel, intending to have something to eat.

There are not many people still eating at this time in the restaurant.But the first time Wang Shipeng entered the restaurant, he still saw Cartwright.

"Hello, sir." Wang Shipeng leaned over and saw Cartwright reading a newspaper.

"Good morning, Arthur, did you rest well yesterday?" Cartwright saw Wang Shipeng and put down the newspaper with a smile.

"Fortunately, Scott reminded me, wearing a pair of headphones, I could barely fall asleep."

Cartwright nodded, he naturally knew that Pippen went to Wang Shipeng's room last night.Because that's what he asked Pippen to do.

Of course, he also worked with Pippen to watch young players from other teams.No way, the Bulls are currently a young team.Almost none of the young players on the team have experienced the playoffs.

And coming to Detroit for the first time in the playoffs is really not an interesting experience.

Both Pippen and Cartwright are aware of the peeing of Detroiters, especially Pippen, who has even experienced door-to-door sales with beautiful women.Detroit fans are really paying for it just to drain the players' energy.

Listening to Cartwright's account of Pippen's experience, Wang Shipeng said that he still has too little experience.

"So, Arthur, you will experience this in the future. You have to learn to adapt. You know, back then, the fans in Salt Lake City even poisoned the pizza that Michael ordered."

Wang Shipeng shrugged: "I'm looking forward to it."

Wang Shipeng never expected that his words became a prophecy.The same thing happened to him a few years later.At that time, he had already found his own Pippen.

"Coach, what are you looking at?" Wang Shipeng ordered some breakfast and sat opposite Cartwright.

"Newspapers, newspapers that reported on our game yesterday. Of course, there are also some reports on other games."

Wang Shipeng nodded, took a sip of the milk on the table, and then picked up a newspaper.

This is the "Los Angeles Times", and the headline of the newspaper's sports section naturally reports news from Los Angeles.On the second page, there is a large photo of himself scoring the game-winning goal.

"A miracle boy from the East. Hehe, the American media is still like this. If I were an American, I'm afraid they would have said that I was a superstar or something."

Maybe it's because Wang Shipeng has lived in China since he was a child. He really doesn't like the routine of the American media.It is completely treating readers, especially the American people, as fools.

Cartwright shook his head when he heard this, and handed another newspaper to Wang Shipeng: "No way, this is our own media, let's have a look."

Wang Shipeng took it over and took a look. It turned out to be a copy of the "Chicago Daily Tribune". The headline on the front page of the sports section read this headline: 0.8 seconds, the distance between heaven and hell.

(End of this chapter)