Bulldozer of the NBA’s Restricted Area

Offense and defense change sides.

This time the Knicks are attacking. In fact, no one is worried about Sprewell not playing. On the one hand, the Knicks are counting on his offense, and on the other hand, others do not want to get into trouble at this time.

"Davis, pick and roll!"

"I……"

Sprewell looked fierce and wanted to pick and roll. Davis cursed in his heart, but still cooperated with Sprewell and blocked Barkley. However, Rodman, who had never found a chance, became excited. .

Sprewell has already started and rushes to the basket!

Rodman charged from the side, jumped with all his strength, rounded one arm and shouted towards the ball. Although he didn't hit the ball, he wisely hugged Sprewell's arms and held him flat in the air.

A bang...

Sprewell fell directly to the ground, his back suffered a huge impact, and he almost couldn't breathe. At this time, the referee immediately blew the whistle, but when Sprewell got up, he jumped to his feet and cursed like crazy. .

"I'm a stupid Rodman!"

"You sons of bitches deserve to die!"

"Fuck you, you bunch of losers!"

The Knicks pulled Sprewell, but the Lakers didn't even look at him. The scene was so weird, with five people leaning against each other with their backs facing each other and yelling at each other.

"Fuck, don't use up all the criminals." Barkley scolded Rodman.

"Damn it, you guys didn't give me a position when I was on defense. Why should I be free?" Rodman was so unconvinced that he turned around and scolded Ben: "Ben, it's you, it's you who won't give me a position. I can't hit him on horseback, so I can only do this kind of thing now, Buckley should scold you!"

"Fart, just go and block the referee, and... if you want to commit a flagrant foul, you should be more ruthless. If you just blew his head off, it would be over. I don't believe he can still stand up alive!" His eyes were as angry as bells, full of murderous intent.

"Shut up!" Li Shengli pushed Ben and Rodman away and said immediately: "You told me to save your breath. Rodman, what do you want to do? You don't want to play anymore, do you?"

"Damn, then you have to let Ben and Barkley take me to play, and Crotty didn't take me with him when he beat him."

"Damn it, then you can't run faster yourself. Who do you blame or me for not even being able to drink soup?" Li Shengli was convinced by Rodman, because he was a big thorn in the league before he became a teammate. Ah, but after becoming a teammate, I realized that this guy is just a big kid. Damn it, why are you angry when you can't hit anyone?

Li Shengli: "Wait a moment and leave it to me!"

Buckley: "Okay, Li, let's continue fucking him for a while!"

Rodman: "Damn, that guy is still cursing us."

Daben: "What do you care about this retarded man? I'll tell him to get out on his knees!"

Rodman: "Well, no, right? Kneel or roll. These are two actions that cannot be performed at the same time..."

Daben: "Brother, can you shut up? He is kneeling, can you get out?!"

…

The five people gathered together. The Lakers bench heard a few words but collectively gasped. Kobe, Fisher, Eddie, and Nick looked at each other and trembled.

What kind of big brother are these?

Is this Ta Ma just here to beat people?

But thinking back on it, Sprewell had already done something wrong, so getting a beating wasn't really a big deal. As for winning or losing... these brothers were too open-minded at the moment.

Play well? These five big brothers can beat the shit out of him.

Really want to fight? That would be even more powerful. These five big brothers can beat the shit out of him before him and beat him back.

Several people will feel that joining the Lakers is a great blessing in life.

Although there is no way to participate in a battle of this magnitude, at least in the future we will play games with other teams. Those big players in the league who are making small moves will be forced to reduce their production when encountering the Lakers.

"Come on, come on, everyone is coming up!"

"Quick, get on, the game begins."

"Rodman, a first-degree criminal, was given a free throw."

…

On the court at this meeting, Rodman's penalty just now was a bit controversial. It took a while to give it to a first-level criminal. After the penalty, it was still the Knicks' offense. Even the four Knicks present couldn't bear to watch. Sprewell.

Lakers offense.

Barkley was beating Sprewell to death while holding the ball. The others gathered around him and hit him with elbows and knees. However, there were so many people that the referee was blinded. Occasionally, he would block a few foul calls. Can't stand these crazy villains.

As for the Lakers' defense, it is even more dangerous.

Sprewell is simply getting the treatment of Jordan. As long as he holds the ball, the Lakers' criminal division of labor begins.

Barkley, Crotty, and Rodman gathered around to do it. The common criminals didn't care at all. They beat him hard and forced Sprewell to score the ball. As long as Sprewell scores the ball, the crime is complete. The next stage.

The Knicks' substitutes lacked shooting range, and in addition to the position they gave up in the first stage, those who received the ball chose to take mid-range shots near the basket. At this time... Big Ben was responsible for adjusting the three-point sequence required for Li Shengli's smash. Line, it is still possible to use his body to push the shooter to a fixed point.

Therefore, whoever takes action becomes Li Shengli's crazy springboard, looking for powerful shots from various angles.

…

Is this riding horse a human cannon? !

No, this is simply the NBA atomic bomb!

What's even worse is that before bombing inside, the gangsters led by Barkley beat Sprewell to a black and swollen face. They committed 5 fouls in just five minutes, and Sprewell was stunned by the torment. .

What's wrong with me?

Didn't I just step on my feet a few times when I was riding a horse? As for beating me like this?

Sprewell gritted his teeth and suffered severe pain all over his body. Until the fifth minute of the third quarter, five fouls were just the tip of the iceberg. He couldn't count how many times he was tortured by a group of Lakers villains. My bones were almost torn apart by these people...

…

"Big Ben!"

"Here it comes, angle, angle!"

This time the Barkley trio beat Sprewell again, but Li Shengli saw Davis running out of position and called Ben to correct himself. Ben immediately regarded Davis as a fort and pushed Li Shengli and Li Shengli into the ground. Sprewell's connection.

To be honest, Davis could have chosen not to take action, but he really couldn't bear to look at Sprewell. His only idea was to give this teammate a happy... die early and be born early, brother!

"Everyone, disperse!"

Li Shengli roared, but he immediately discovered that Buckley and his gang were real thieves. They had already run away with oil on their feet, and he simply ejected and took off, almost fully charged.

Height, angle, and target distance have all been corrected.

As long as it hits, it goes without saying that the power of this speeding smash ball is beyond the reach of even a cow.

As a result, all the strength of the whole body was concentrated on an iron palm, and the only target under his full concentration was the foot-stepping and foul-mouthed Sprewell, but no one noticed...

Sprewell is really a madman who rides on horses. His eyes flashed fiercely, and he didn't even think about running. He just stayed where he was, but... Rodman, who couldn't even drink soup, wanted to have more money. After taking a few sips and elbowing Sprewell a few times, Sprewell immediately locked his neck in a hugging position.

"Damn it, damn Rodman, you were too late to hit someone, and you were too late to run away..."

"Li, don't do anything, we are one of our own!"

"Wow, you son of a bitch Spree..."

Everyone in Li Shengli went crazy after blocking the shot, while the Lakers villains were all shocked and couldn't even say a complete sentence.

Although in terms of physical fitness alone, there is no problem for Rodman to crush ordinary defenders, but it all happened too fast... Sprewell only needed to lock Rodman for half a second.

Oh shit!

what to do?

Am I going to get bombed again when I step on a horse?

Damn it, you bomb me when I'm opposite you, but you bomb me when you're your teammate?

Li Shengli, tell me, tell me...are you targeting me?

No, I have to save myself, I can’t die, I’m obviously here to win the championship!