NBA Dynasty Sniper

"Boy, is it fun?"

Ma Long next to him even spat trash talk at Zhao Dong at this time, it can be seen that he has no regrets at all, he is very proud, and even regrets that he has used less power, this kid is fine.

"It's fun, and there are more fun." Zhao Dong smiled and looked at the other party.

Ma Long was startled: "More fun?"

At this moment, Zhao Dong twisted his waist and lifted his arms, and with a bang, a backhand hit Ma Long's abdomen with a heavy hook, hitting him like a shrimp on the spot.

"oh!"

The audience exclaimed.

"...It's over!"

Van Gundy, who had just held down Oakley, turned his head and saw this scene, and he knew that something was serious.

"asshole!"

After being punched again, Ma Long was furious, and was about to get up, when Zhao Dong hit him with another heavy hook, which slammed into his face.

At this moment, like knocking over a colorful bottle, Ma Long felt his head float up instantly, and then the brains inside spilled all over the sky, red, yellow, and white came out.

"Boom!"

Zhao Dong raised his leg, kicked Ma Long over with a ferocious kick, and then jumped up and rode on him.

Then, he swung his fists and started hitting Malone on the head.

Ma Long received a heavy hook on his face, and he was a little dizzy. He was pressed under him and couldn't fight back. He could only instinctively use his arms to protect his head to parry.

Zhao Dong punched a few times, but he couldn't open Ma Long's thick arms at all, so he just moved his elbow and smashed directly.

"Bang bang..."

The force of the elbow strike was too great, no matter how strong Ma Long's arms were, the elbows still hurt like cracks, but he didn't dare to let go, because Zhao Dong looked like he was going to kill him, he was afraid, if he loosened his arms He was really afraid that his head would be blown off.

Only then did the others react, and the Jazz players rushed forward to pull Zhao Dong away.

But as soon as it was dragged away, Zhao Dong made a sudden struggle, broke free, and rushed forward again, kicking Ma Long in the head who was about to struggle.

Hearing a bang, Ma Long's head tilted suddenly, and he threw himself on the floor, completely silent.

Zhao Dong didn't let Ma Long go, and rushed forward again, but this time several security guards rushed up and held him down.

"It's over, it's over, it's over..."

In the live broadcast of CCTV, Zhang Lili and Sun Zhenping looked ashamed.

Houston, Barkley was silent, and said after a while: "This kid should take Lambiel's place, so don't mess with him!"

Maureen next to him said: "Charles, from now on, just play basketball and don't mess with Feilong."

"I never fight," Barkley assured, patting his chest.

Maureen rolled her eyes, you don't fight, who rode on Lambir and beat him up?

"Too fierce!"

"Ma Long has been elbowing people all his life, and finally provoked a ruthless character!"

"One of the four villains is missing, and it happens to make up for it."

"OK, we Knicks have two villains, let's see who dares to bully us again?"

At Madison Square Garden, the fight finally came to an end. Countless fans at the scene breathed a sigh of relief seeing Zhao Dong who was pinned to the floor looking fierce.

"Let go of me, hurry up."

Zhao Dong turned his head and yelled at the security guard above him.

"Feilong, you can let go, but you must not do it again, you will kill him." A security guard said.

"You can't even move your feet," another security guard added.

"What the hell!"

The anger in Zhao Dong's heart has not disappeared. If the system hadn't considered the possibility of his injury today, who knows what will happen to him?

Thomas, the smiling assassin, was elbowed by Malone during a layup and had 40 stitches on his forehead, but he was in the back of his head, and he could have been elbowed to death directly.

He tried his best to raise his head, and shouted at Ma Long, who was lying motionless one meter ahead, "Postman, wait for me,

I will see you hitting me once in the future, I will never end with you. "

Several Jazz players nearby, including Stockton, saw Zhao Dong's angry face and heard Zhao Dong's stern roar. Zhao Dong.

The team doctor of the Jazz was sweating profusely to examine Malone. Malone's brain had been torn off where Zhao Dong kicked him. Blood flowed all over the place like a baby's mouth. It looked terrible. After a while, he shouted: "I can't die, take it away quickly and send it to the hospital."

"Send Feilong to the hospital. His injury is more serious than that bastard Ma Long. He was hit by an elbow on the back of the head, and there may be internal bleeding."

At this point Van Gundy yelled, "Get on the stretcher and carry him away."

The Jazz coach Jerry Sloan not far away heard this and almost jumped up and cursed. Where did you see that kid was injured? If he was injured, who injured Malone? Still on the stretcher, do you want to save face?

But he didn't dare to say, because the part where Ma Long's elbow hit the flying dragon was too critical, internal bleeding is also possible, this kind of injury may not be found for a while, and it may burst out suddenly later.

Under the "protection" of security, Zhao Dong was lifted off the court.

When he left the field, there was a huge applause from the audience.

When he reached the entrance of the passage, Zhao Dong suddenly sat up from the stretcher, and the security guards were startled. At this moment, he turned around and yelled at the bench: "Brothers, get rid of Jazz, don't let them live!" ah!"

"Get rid of Jazz!"

Oakley immediately responded.

"Get rid of Jazz!"

Nearly 20,000 fans at Madison Square Garden roared in unison.

Nodding his head, Zhao Dong lay down again.

"Go to the locker room to get your phone first."

After entering the tunnel, he remembered that there was a CCTV live broadcast today, and his family must have seen the fight, so he didn't know what he would be worried about right now.

Back in the locker room, he heard his cell phone ringing non-stop. He quickly opened the closet and took it out. He saw that it was the call from home.

At this time in Beijing, the Zhao family was in a panic. Li Meizhu called Zhao Dong's cell phone one after another, but no one answered, and she kept crying.

Finally, the phone went through.

"Hello……"

"Mom, I'm Xiaodong..."

"Dongdong, Dongdong, oh, dead boy, you can answer the phone now."

"Mom, I'm fine. I'm fine. Don't worry. I'm fine."

"Really, are you all right?"

"It's all right, I beat him back on the spot, that kid is going to the hospital now, he was knocked out by me."

"Oh oh oh, then Dongdong, you should go to the hospital to have a look, don't fall into any trouble..."

"Okay, mom, I'm going to the hospital first, tell my grandparents and dad that I'm fine."

"I know, I know, I'm all listening."

It was Xi Bodu who accompanied Zhao Dong to the hospital, and after several reminders, Zhao Dong hung up the phone and got on the stretcher again.

After getting into the car, Thibodeau asked, "Flying Dragon, are you dizzy?"

Zhao Dong touched the back of his head and said, "It still hurts, and I'm a little dizzy."

Nodding, Thibodeau said: "You rest first, sleep for a while, and you will be in the hospital soon."

He was very afraid that something might happen to Zhao Dong, so he didn't go through the equipment inspection. Who knows if there is something wrong with Zhao Dong's head now, but the back of his head was elbowed.

He was worried all the way, and finally rushed to the hospital. After some examinations, he was relieved that there was no major problem.

But he still arranged for Zhao Dong to be hospitalized for observation, and arranged for two security guards to stay here and forbid any media to get involved.