NBA Dynasty Sniper

The ball was fanned out of bounds, and the Jazz still owned the ball. At this time, they attacked again, but Malone refused to accept it and asked for the ball again.

Ma Long's movements are not complicated, they are almost fixed, with one hand behind the defender, one hand in front of the ball, squeeze the defender after getting the ball, and then turn over and shoot.

Zhao Dong rushed forward to block the shot again, and Ma Long stood up and showed his knees again.

This time Zhao Dong was hit in the lower abdomen again, but failed to complete the block.

"Boom!"

He bumped into Malone, and when he threw the latter to the floor, he took advantage of the momentum and elbowed him hard on the opponent's chest.

"Well!"

Ma Long snorted in pain, his face was deformed by the pain, his chest hurt, and even breathing was a little painful.

Under the acceleration of their weight and gravity, Zhao Dong's elbow far exceeded his knees just now, which made him suffer a lot.

"boom!"

At this time, the basketball hit the basket and Ewing grabbed the rebound. The Knicks immediately started to counterattack.

"Ouch, here we go again, Zhao Dong must be careful!"

Seeing that Zhao Dong's lower abdomen was hit again, Zhang Lili yelled again.

"Feilong, a tough guy on the defensive end!"

In the TNT live broadcast, Bill Walton shook his head and praised.

"Chop Suey, don't back down, let's have a good time today, the bones will be harder."

Zhao Dong didn't care about the team's counterattack, and slowly got up from Ma Long's body, talking trash while lifting up his loose pants.

"Shet, get out!"

Ma Long clutched his chest and got up with a pale face.

Seeing Zhao Dong lift up his pants as soon as he got up from him, I feel that this action is particularly wretched. This damn Chinese, what do you think of him? Shet, it makes him feel like he's just been shot.

"boom!"

At this time Ewing completed a dunk.

At 2:8, the Jazz had a bad start and fell behind by 6 points. Seeing Malone holding his chest and feeling uncomfortable, coach Jerry Sloan called a timeout.

"Postman, are you okay?"

"Did that kid play tricks on you again?"

At the end of the game, Stockton came over to ask Malone.

"Be careful, that damn guy's hands are very black, I was elbowed by him." Ma Long said fiercely, clutching his chest.

Back on the bench, he pulled up his jersey, only to see a clear red mark on his left chest, and his well-developed chest muscles were a little swollen.

"Damn it, he's using the tip of his elbow. Does he want to kill you?" Stockton's eyelids jumped when they saw the elbow mark.

I was beaten up by the Knicks off the court just now, and now I can't beat the opponent on the court. How can this be good?

"hiss!"

Ma Long rubbed it, and as soon as he touched it, he gasped in pain.

"Postman, let me take a look." The Jazz's team doctor came over with a medicine box.

"Karl, this time... You should rest." Glancing at Malone's wounds, Jerry Sloan said.

"No, coach, I want to fight back, I want to make that kid look good." Ma Long shook his head immediately.

"Is the bone okay?" Jerry Sloan asked the team doctor.

The team doctor shook his head and said: "It's red and swollen, blunt muscle injury, I don't know the bone, it should not be broken, whether there is any bone fracture, further inspection is needed."

He looked up at Jerry Sloan and said, "My suggestion is not to fight this time, but to determine the injury first."

"No no, my bones are fine, I can't just end up like this."

Ma Long is in a hurry. If he ends up like this today, he will definitely be laughed to death by that kid, and the media doesn't know what to say about him.

Jerry Sloan was a little embarrassed, but finally allowed Malone to play with injuries.

"Feilong, you are very ruthless."

On the other side, Oakley just saw Zhao Dong taking the opportunity to elbow Malone, and whispered.

"Then is there anyone who is merciful? He will destroy my sexual fortune,

I can't kill him? "Passing his belly, he opened it and saw that it was red and purple, Zhao Dong said with a ruthless face.

"Next time you meet the Bulls, find a chance to play with Jordan. If you abolish him, our hope of winning the championship will come." Oakley encouraged.

"..."

Zhao Dong glanced at the old ghost Oakley, you old bastard is very bad, if I abolish Jordan, Stern must not kill me?

"Flying Dragon, go to the locker room to block them after the game?" Larry Johnson asked.

"Of course, I'll tease them thoroughly today, and take care of them, so that they can have a long memory and understand where this place is." Zhao Dong said.

"Okay, but Feilong, let me go first this time, let's talk first." Larry Johnson clenched his fists and looked at Zhao Dong.

As another amateur boxer for the Knicks, how could this happen without him?

"Okay, let you go first." Zhao Dong nodded.

"It's a deal."

Seeing that Zhao Dong agreed, Larry Johnson laughed.

Oakley had a weird feeling that when Feilong was given a season, that guy Ewing might really be unable to win.

Maybe, Shet, his position as the leader of the locker room will also be taken away by this little guy.

The timeout ends, the game returns, and the Knicks attack.

Zhao Dong moved to the low position on the right wing.

Although the coaching staff has promised to let him keep 15 shots, which is second only to Ewing, Zhao Dong has already had the idea of ​​competing with Ewing, and he can't hold on to this idea. Tougher.

"ball."

Against Malone behind him, he yelled at Chris Childs at the top of the arc.

Tonight's Childs is the same as Charlie Ward that day. Charlie Ward saw Zhao Dong beat Mourning violently that day, and his psychology changed. The same happened to him, and his psychology also changed.

In other words, the first reaction to Zhao Dong's violent behavior was within the team.

Even, Childs had a greater psychological change than Charlie Ward, because he participated in group fights with Zhao Dong, and had a sense of subordination and relationship.

Hearing that Zhao Dong wanted the ball, he immediately passed it on.

Zhao Dong received the ball and was elbowed in the lower back immediately, but he was not afraid. He suddenly turned downwards and then turned upwards. The center of gravity behind Ma Long was shaken, and he could not return. He immediately stepped on the paint area Jumper on the sideline.

At this time, Jazz small forward Brian Russell jumped over the double-team, but it was too late.

"Shua!"

Open jumper, hit a ball.

Zhao Dong's OK gesture had already been made in advance, which won a burst of flashes from the media cameras.

"The low-post singles technique of the gold medal is awesome. After shaking the defender, how high can the shooting percentage of the open jumper be?"

he thought with great excitement.

Although the level of other offensive skills is not high, this kind of almost empty jumper relies entirely on the basic shooting skills, which he should have done a long time ago.

"That's it. Just like Duncan's hitting the board, I used a jumper to blow them up near the basket. My gold medal low singles technique plus a pull-up jumper can completely blow up the postman."

The audience burst into applause, and Zhao Dong's confidence grew stronger.

In this position, it is too late to double-team him, and the possibility of the opponent double-teaming him in advance does not exist. He is far from O'Neal's level, and catching the ball is a single.

"Damn it, I was shaken again!" Ma Long said angrily in his heart.

He vowed to stand still next time and not be able to shake his center of gravity again.