NBA restricted area bulldozer

Chapter 353 How about...cut it?

At this moment, the upheaval outside the stadium silenced the entire Madison Garden Arena and the game was forced to be suspended. However, Silva's wailing, which was expected, did not resound through the dome, because... he was miserable at the moment of the incident. I was dizzy from the severe pain in my lower body, and went into temporary shock.

Spike not far away saw Silva's misery, and even looked a little crazy.

Because he felt that Li Shengli was coming for him, and Silva was just lying on the gun innocently, and he really couldn't imagine... If he was the one who was destroyed, and his two love eggs were blown up, he would still be able to survive for the rest of his life. happy up?

No!

Can't sit still!

Spike feels like he needs to act!

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Because of the sudden incident, the medical staff at the scene rushed straight to Silva, wanting to deal with the injury urgently, but when they saw Silva's crotch, they felt hairy all over, but no man can calm down.

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

"It's hopeless, it's blown up like this, I think it's better to cut it off!"

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

"Treat the wound first. He must be sent to the nearest hospital immediately."

Several medical staff made a decision after summing up, and put Silva on the stretcher, while the onlookers on the side were sweating...

That's horrible!

This product is too miserable!

That thing can be cut as soon as it is said, and no one can accept it!

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

In an instant, the fans who surrounded Spike and felt the danger were not calm, and the noise was loud, asking the organizer for protection and expelling Spike.

Expel Spike?

How can it be!

The Knicks really don't want to and can't expel Spike. After all, Spike is a Knicks loyalist and an influential director. If he really wants to do this, what will the Knicks fans who are also Knicks fans think?And the staff responsible for on-site security were going crazy.

"What should we do now?"

"What else can I do, start the security emergency plan immediately!"

"Shit, what emergency plan? Do we have such a plan? Now it's a player making an accident and attacking the fans. This kind of thing has become a big one, and we all suffer."

"Which player attacked the fans? Are you blind? The one who was injured was someone from the headquarters. What does it have to do with the fans?" The head of security said sharply, "This guy deserves his bad luck for today's incident, I can guarantee... After the game , the entire league will speak with one voice and admit that this was an accident!"

"How is it possible, this is an accident? That guy's... Uh, what happened to it?"

"Damn it, it had to be an accident if it wasn't an accident!" The security chief took a deep breath, "You don't even think about it, what is it if it's not an accident? Can league officials admit that this is a player's intentional injury to off-field personnel? So, This guy is unlucky himself, and when he wakes up, from his standpoint, he himself has to admit that it was... an accident!"

"God, this guy is too miserable!"

"Leave him alone, now ask someone to bring the guy, we must keep Spike, otherwise no one will be able to end it, because Spike's position is different from ours, he is a real fan!"

"Okay, I'm going now!"

……

The situation outside the arena was turbulent, but people on the court didn't know it. The Knicks were chilled all over, and the big cock Mason was also wilting. As for the Jazz... Malone walked over to Li Shengli with a stunned look.

"Where did you hit him?"

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

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

"It seems to be like this, but maybe this is more in line with his temperament." Li Shengli doesn't know why he has such an idea, but Silva's viciousness is really uncomfortable...Happy NBA, don't lift Silva ?Sounds pretty good too.

"It doesn't matter, let's get back on track and finish our last game!" Ma Long patted Li Shengli on the shoulder with complicated emotions, "Brother, we joined forces for the last time, enjoy your time in the Jazz, brother and I Nice to meet you...bad guy!"

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

"Uh...why, don't you plan to justify yourself?"

"It's not necessary, people scold you and Stockton, and I've never heard anyone scold me bad!"

"Fart, you fart, me and John are both model players, and the worst thing about the Jazz is you, and you don't..." Malone didn't finish his sentence, and there was another commotion on the sidelines, boom boom... The uniform footsteps sounded like a heavy pounding on everyone's heart.

what happened?

This... what's the situation?

At this moment, not only the audience, but even the fans who watched the live broadcast were dumbfounded. The commentaries of the major media couldn't explain why a group of security personnel rushed to the sidelines, and they were carrying... riot shields ?

Too much!

Riot shields pulled out?

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

Bang bang bang!

A series of human-high shields smashed to the ground, and the sound turned the stadium into a battlefield in an instant. The security personnel pulled up the shield wall on the sidelines to prevent Spike from sticking to him, because everyone mistakenly believed that... the big devil on the field would not let it go.

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"Damn, it'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.

"Excessive? Not excessive!" Ma Long's face was about to cramp with laughter, and he gasped and said to Li Shengli, "Brother, I made a mistake just now. You are not the worst in the Jazz. You are the worst in the league. The worst one!"

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

"How do you ask me to say it properly?" Malone has never been so happy before, and he laughed up and down while clutching his stomach, "I'm laughing to death, to be honest, I have played for nine seasons, don't talk about me, just ask Ask the big guys behind you, ask them, have they ever encountered such a strange situation in their time?"

"No, absolutely nothing, even the darkest generation in the NBA didn't happen... Security came up with a riot shield? Holy shit, I think I have to correct you, you are not the worst in the Jazz, and you are not the worst in the league The worst active player, you are the worst villain in NBA history, my God!"

……

The first 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 is full of tough men in this era, and fights and conflicts are not new, the few conflicts he had were all provoked by others and passively fought back by himself.

Could it be that just because he was tougher and he was not injured, he became the big villain, but those who provoked became victims?

Malone's thoughts probably represent the thoughts of the vast majority of people, and at the moment Madison Garden Arena is boiling with thousands of people petitioning and clamoring for the Knicks to sanction the Jazz and Li Shengli, especially Spike who is hiding behind the shield wall. Standing directly on the seat led a wave of 'anti-Lee' craze.

Of course, this is just the reaction of New York.

Back in Salt Lake City, thousands of fans are paying attention to the progress of the finals, and they even wish to rush to New York overnight to beat up the vicious Knicks fans and support the Jazz's restricted zone war god Li Shengli.

Jazz fans: Li, who bullies us, no, it's not easy for anyone!

Knicks fans: Damn, you are blind, who is bullying whom, please, quickly take this big brother away, and go to another house to make trouble, we can't stand it anymore!

……

It’s okay for the fans on both sides to fight, after all, the position is here, and the fans of other teams can’t sit still. If you play dirty, they will call you Lambir; if you play hard, they will call you Li Shengli. The wild field is full of wind and clouds...

"Brother, you beat Lambir too much!"

"Nonsense, you beat Li Shengli so much, who can stand it?!"

"That's nothing to talk about? Die, you Lambiel, please accept the sanction from Li Shengli!"

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

……

How could this be?

Lambiel couldn't understand why.

Why was he being dragged out to flog his corpse even after he retired?

Even on tens of thousands of golf courses across the United States, he was chased and beaten by thousands of "fake and shoddy" Li Shengli...? !

(End of this chapter)