Bulldozer of the NBA’s Restricted Area

At this moment, the drastic change outside the court caused the entire Madison Garden Arena to fall silent and the game was forced to be suspended. However, Silva’s originally expected wailing did not ring through the dome because... miserably, he was at the moment of the incident. I was stunned by the severe pain in my lower body and went into temporary shock.

Spike, who was not far away, could see Silva's misery, and even looked a little crazy.

Because he felt that Li Shengli came for him, and Silva was just innocently shot, and he really couldn't imagine... If he was the one who was destroyed, and his two love balls were blown up, how could he survive the rest of his life? Be happy?

no!

We can't sit still and wait for death!

Spike feels like he needs to take action!

…

Because the incident happened suddenly, the medical staff at the scene gathered together and rushed straight to Silva, wanting to treat the injury urgently. However, when they saw Silva's crotch, they instantly got hairy all over their body. No man can remain calm.

"This...this...should be hopeless, right?"

"It's hopeless. It's all blown up like this. I think we'd better... cut it up!"

"Oh shit, we can't do this kind of surgical removal now!"

"Treat the wound first and send him to the nearest hospital immediately."

Several medical staff made a decision as soon as they put it together and put Silva on the stretcher, while the fans watching on the side broke into cold sweats...

It's too awful!

This thing is so miserable!

That thing can be cut at any time, and no one can accept it!

Almost everyone thinks that Silva blocked Spike's gun, but the question now is... Spike hasn't left yet, does that mean that they may also block this bastard's gun and be accidentally injured?

For a moment, the fans who surrounded Spike and felt in danger were no longer calm. They made loud noises and asked the organizers for protection and to expel Spike.

Banish Spike?

How can it be!

The Knicks really don’t want to and can’t expel Spike. After all, Spike is a die-hard Knicks fan and an influential director. If they really do this, what will the fans who are also die-hard Knicks think? And the security staff on site were going crazy.

"What should we do now?"

"What else can we do? Activate the security emergency plan immediately!"

"Shit, what's the emergency plan? Do we have such a plan? Now players are causing accidents and attacking fans. If this happens, we will all suffer."

"What player attacked the fans? Are you blind? Those who were injured were people from the headquarters. What does it have to do with the fans?" The security leader said sternly: "This guy deserves his bad luck for what happened today. I can guarantee that...after the game , the entire league will adopt a unified voice and admit that this was an accident!”

"How is it possible? Is this an accident? That guy's... uh, how did it explode?"

"Damn it, it has to be an accident if it's not an accident!" The security leader took a deep breath, "You don't even think about it, what is it if it's not an accident? Can the league official admit that this is a deliberate injury caused by a player to someone off the court? So, This guy is unlucky. I guess when he wakes up, from his position, he himself will have to admit that it was...an accident!"

"God, this guy is so miserable!"

"Don't worry about him. Now ask someone to bring the guy. Spike must be saved, otherwise no one will be able to end it, because Spike's position is different from ours. He is a true fan!"

"Okay, okay, I'm going now!"

…

The turmoil outside the court was not known on the court. The Knicks were all cold, and Mason was wilting. As for the Jazz... Malone walked up to Li Shengli in stunned silence.

"Where did you hit him?"

"I don't know. I just want to slap his stinky mouth. I don't want to hear him beeping at me about freedom of speech again!"

"But...but you seem to have fallen into a strange place?"

"It seems like this, but maybe this is more in line with his temperament." Li Shengli didn't know why he had this idea, but Silva's yin energy was really uncomfortable... Happy NBA, no mention of Silva ? Sounds pretty good too.

"No matter what, let's get back on track and finish our last game!" Malone patted Li Shengli on the shoulder with a complicated mood, "Brothers, we join forces for the last time. Enjoy your time with the Jazz, bro. Nice to meet you... bad guy!"

"To each other, I think we don't have many good people here!"

"Uh...what, you don't want to defend yourself?"

"That's not necessary. People only criticize you and Stockton. I haven't heard anyone call me bad!"

"Fart, you fart, John and I are both model players, and the worst thing about the Jazz is you, and you don't..." Before Malone could finish his sentence, there was another commotion on the sidelines, dong dong dong... neatly The sound of uniform footsteps was like a heavy beating in everyone's heart.

what happened?

This... what is going on?

At this moment, not only the live audience, but also the fans watching the live broadcast were dumbfounded. The major media commentators could not explain why a group of security personnel rushed to the sidelines, and even rode on horseback carrying riot shields. ?

This is too much!

Have the riot shields been pulled out?

However, everyone is clear, who is this to guard against?

Bang bang bang!

A series of shields as tall as a person hit the ground, and the sound suddenly turned the stadium into a battlefield. The security personnel pulled up a shield wall on the sidelines to strictly guard against Spike, because everyone mistakenly believed that... the big devil on the field would not give up.

…

"Damn, that's too much. Isn't this too much of a fuss?" Li Shengli didn't know whether to cry or laugh. After all, this riot shield looked like it was prepared for him.

"Too much? Not too much!" Ma Long's face almost cramped with laughter. He gasped and said to Li Shengli again, "Brother, I just said something wrong. You are not the worst in the Jazz. You are the best in the league." The worst one!"

"Go, go, talk nicely, okay?" Li Shengli rolled his eyes at Ma Long and cursed angrily.

"How do you want me to say it properly?" Malone had never been so happy before. He held his stomach and burst into laughter. "It made me laugh to death. To be honest, I have played for nine seasons. Don't talk about me. Go and ask." Ask the big guys behind you, ask them, have they ever encountered such a weird situation in that era?"

"No, absolutely not, even in the darkest generation of the NBA, it never happened... Security came up with riot shields? Holy shit, I think I have to correct it, you are not the worst in the Jazz, nor in the entire league. The worst guy in active service, you are the biggest villain in NBA history, my God!"

…

The greatest villain in NBA history?

Damn, who, who is slandering me?

Li Shengli couldn't laugh or cry. He couldn't accept this kind of 'honor' at all. Although the NBA in this era is full of tough guys and fights and conflicts are not new, the few conflicts he had were all provoked by others and passively retaliated by himself.

Could it be that just because he was stronger and not injured, he became the villain, while those who provoked him became the victims?

Malone's thoughts probably represent the thoughts of the vast majority of people. At this moment, Madison Garden Arena is in a state of excitement. Thousands of people are petitioning and clamoring for the Knicks to sanction the Jazz and Li Shengli, especially Spike who is hiding behind the shield wall. He directly stood on his seat and led a wave of 'anti-Li' craze.

Of course this is just a reaction from New York.

Back in Salt Lake City, thousands of fans are paying attention to the progress of the finals. They even want to rush to New York overnight to beat up the evil Knicks fans and Li Shengli, the god of penalty area who supports the Jazz.

Jazz fans: Li, who bullied us, can’t do it, no one can do it!

Knicks fans: Damn, you are blind. Who is bullying whom? Please, take this big brother away quickly and go to other places to cause trouble. We can’t stand it anymore!

…

It's okay to say that the fans on both sides are fighting, after all, the position is here, and the fans of other clubs can't sit still. If you play dirty, they will call you Laimbeer; if you play hard, they will call you Li Shengli. And overnight, all over the United States There is a storm on the field...

"Brother, you hit Ranbir too hard!"

"Nonsense, you beat Li Shengli so hard, who can bear it?!"

"Then there is no more talk? Go to hell, you Ranbir, please accept the sanctions from Li Shengli!"

"Damn it, pull the shield, pull the shield quickly, Li Shengli is here!"

…

how so?

Why Ranbir couldn't understand.

Why is he still being pulled out to whip his corpse even though he has already retired?

Even being chased and beaten by tens of thousands of 'fake' Li Shengli on tens of thousands of wildfield fields across the United States? !