NBA Backer King

  Chapter 89 Alliance Public Enemy?

  The game enters the time-out and the players are off the field.

Surrounded by his teammates, Comrade Pharaoh walked past the Bulls bench with his trophy in hand, squinting Jordan and Pippen who had just sat down, and raised the basket in his hand, proudly saying : "You can't even keep your own basket, can you still sit still?"

"damn it!"

  Jordan was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He threw the towel in his hand violently to the ground, and jumped up from his seat.

   "Michael, calm down, calm down, don't be like a rookie."

   Phil Jackson in front hurriedly hugged Jordan, and several assistant coaches and staff quickly blocked the front.

   "Walk."

  Buckley hurriedly took the troublemaker Comrade Pharaoh and left.

   Jordan, who was stopped by everyone, stared at Wang Tiejun's back, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth: "Old K, I will never end with you in this life."

   He has never suffered such a big loss since he entered the league. Which rookie would dare to mock him like this?

  Wang Tiejun turned his head and shouted, "What can you do to me?"

He suddenly remembered what Kevin Johnson said just now, so he said in a mocking tone: "Just like you did with the Smiling Assassin, do you kick me out of the US team? Ha, I'm so Chinese that I won't join the US team, there is a kind of You join the Chinese team and then kick me out of the Chinese team?"

   "Shet! Fake Oil! Damn boy, stupid hillbilly..."

  Jordan was really angry, his lungs were about to explode, the fire on his body was about to ignite, and he uttered foul language.

Barkley sweated profusely and pressed Comrade Old Wang to the bench, exhorting: "Okay, old K, stop provoking him, I beg you, **** him again, maybe he will cut 100 today. Minute."

   "Brother, what are you afraid of him doing? Everyone has a head on their shoulders, who is afraid of who? Just throw your arms away and **** him until you turn him over."

  Comrade Lao Wang, who is not afraid of tigers with a newborn calf, doesn't care about the tunnel.

  Barkley smiled wryly. As a person who has lived under Jordan's silver power for many years, he does not have the mentality of old K.

   "By the way, this guy likes to be called a hillbilly, where is he from?" Pharaoh asked curiously.

   "New York, Brooklyn, New York," said Kevin Johnson next to him.

   "Brooklyn?"

  Wang Tiejun was startled. There are three major Chinatowns in New York. Eighth Avenue in Brooklyn is Chinatown. He used to work there. It is right next to Manhattan and just across the bridge from Manhattan's Chinatown.

   "You're so arrogant and arrogant, you call people a hillbilly every day, you're not a slum guy, and whoever has money lives in Brooklyn."

   he scolded angrily.

  Buckley and others laughed. This is true. Brooklyn, New York, is the most chaotic area in the United States except for the slums of Los Angeles.

   "How many points did he get?" he asked.

   "4-for-7 from the field, plus 1 for 1 free throw, already 9 points." Assistant coach Lewis said after glancing at the report in his hand.

   "It's only halfway through the first quarter, and you got 9 points?" Pharaoh was stunned.

   "Old K, you are not bad today. You made 4 of 4 shots and 1 of 1 free throw. You also scored 9 points and 4 rebounds, including 2 offensive rebounds." Lewis laughed.

  Pharaoh laughed and said, "Maybe I will score 50 points today."

   "I think too much." Buckley said angrily.

   has given you a shot, shall we watch your performance outside?

   "Old K, don't dunk too hard later, you've dunked several times, don't hurt your hand." Chief trainer Aaron Nelson reminded.

"I see."

   Old Wang touched the basket under his buttocks in his hand with satisfaction, and admired it proudly.

   He suddenly thought of what the commentator said just now, and quickly said: "Hey, brothers, what do you think of the nickname of the basket collector?"

   "It will make you an enemy of the Alliance, don't call that." Buckley hurriedly stopped.

Kevin Johnson also said: "Old K, it doesn't matter if you have a frontal confrontation. You haven't met a dirty guy. They will elbow your vitals behind you, or pad your feet, or deliberately collide when you take off. You, so definitely don't be the public enemy of the league, it's too dangerous and your career could end at any time."

   "Black hands and feet?" Old Wang narrowed his eyes.

   He took it for granted. Attacks from out of sight are the most difficult to prevent. His injury resistance level is not high, only level 85. Injuries are inevitable in the future, so be careful.

   "Okay, then let's not call this." He was eloquent.

Danny Angie smiled and said at this time: "Old K, you have already collected three baskets. If you keep doing this, you will earn the name of a basket collector. If you don't call it yourself, the media will call you that too. , it's not a matter of whether you call or not."

  Pharaoh stayed for a while, the baskets must be collected, otherwise where can I get points?

After thinking about it, he immediately said: "Then it doesn't matter, if you look at the front and the back, you won't be able to make a big deal. It doesn't matter whether he sits firmly or not, I have collected the baskets, and I will build a large collection room in the future to collect me basket."

  At this time, the atmosphere on the Bulls' bench was extremely depressed, because the boss Jordan was not very happy. As long as he turned his face, the powerful aura immediately made everyone dare not say anything.

   Even Pippen, who has grown into the second master of Pi, doesn't dare to speak at this time.

   "All get up, stand up, hurry up..."

   Jordan threw away the towel, drove his teammates off the bench, and got everyone around him.

   "All cheer me up and focus your attention on the game, do you hear? 100% commitment! I want to see you 100% committed."

   "We have to teach that hillbilly a lesson, he is not a good thing, he will hinder us from winning the championship, we have to deal with him now, destroy his self-confidence, we have to clean up him..."

   In the crowd, Jordan kept roaring in a low voice.

   "What are the fools of the bull doing?"

   Comrade Pharaoh saw the movement over there and joked: "Could it be that Jordan is doing mobilization work? Does he have that leadership ability?"

"Fool!"

   Danny Ainge laughed and scolded, and said: "He is the top team leader in the league, and the Bulls are his words."

   "Really? That's really big, we have to be vigilant." Old Wang nodded.

   Having said this, he suddenly asked in his heart: "System, if I get another bull's basket, will there be a reward?"

   "No, each team has only one basket collection task." The system said.

   "Forget it, I don't have that strength anymore."

   He rubbed his big hands and dunked several times with all his strength. The damage to the palm still exists, and it is possible to smash the bones of the hand. In fact, this kind of thing cannot be done often.

   Twenty minutes later, new rebounds and new baskets were replaced, and the game resumed.

The    Bulls are now the main force and Grant is back.

  The same goes for the Suns.

  Pharaoh walked onto the court in high spirits, and after a 20-minute rest, his physical fitness was almost restored.

   suddenly felt something dirty staring at him, startled him, turned around and saw that Jordan was staring at him fiercely.

   "What are you looking at?" he said angrily.

"Humph!"

  Jordan snorted, turned around and went to the frontcourt of the Bulls.

   "Michael, there are more free throws." BJ Armstrong shouted quickly.

"damn it!"

   Losing the basket and losing another free throw, the black-faced Jordan ran back.

I didn't save the manuscript before opening the book. I have saved a little during this time. It will explode a few days after it is put on the shelves. It will be about 100,000. Anyway, I will explode if there is a manuscript. It is useless to save it. I hope everyone can support it. ! !

   (end of this chapter)