NBA Dynasty Sniper

"NBA Dynasty Sniper (

The two teams started on the field and the lights were bright.

"Coach Sloan, the Feilong group of villains just hit the postman before they came out. Fortunately, the security action was quick and separated them. It was nothing serious."

"What? Damn New York gangsters, they are really a bunch of villains!"

Jazz coach Jerry Sloan was also surprised when he was notified by the staff.

Ten minutes later, the two sides went on the court to prepare for the game.

At this time, the referee motioned for Zhao Dong and Malone to come over, and then said to the two of them: "Gentlemen, I don’t want to see black feet in this game, otherwise the only penalty is a direct penalty, and the league will also There are severe follow-up punishments, remember?"

Zhao Dong's eyes lit up and he stared at Malone and said: "Sir, our Knicks gentlemen team has never had that tradition. It is the tradition of the Jazz gangster."

"Humph!"

With nothing to say, Ma Long glared at Zhao Dong angrily.

"Fights are not good either. All those involved in the fight, no matter which team it is, will be sent off." The referee said again.

"That's the best." Zhao Dong smiled.

Malone's face was a little gloomy. The referee was here for the Jazz, which was basically the meaning of the league, which was not good for the Jazz to win the championship.

At the start of the game, the Jazz won the jump ball and the Jazz attacked.

"Come on, eat the cake man, I will give you space to shoot, let's ask for the ball." Zhao Dong let Malone a half step, stimulating his opponent with trash talking.

Ma Long's eyes were blood-red, and he had just been beaten twice, and he heard the very humiliating word "Bread Eater", and his anger crawled upward.

At this moment, Stockton's ball came, but Malone was angry and his reaction was slow.

"Snapped!"

Zhao Dong grabbed a step, successfully intercepted the ball, and then launched a fast break.

The Jazz was caught off guard. Neither of the insides could keep up. The three outsides desperately returned to defense. Stockton in the middle was the fastest, and he was the closest.

When Zhao Dong reached the right wing with the ball and rushed to the paint zone, Stockton hurriedly stopped two meters from the front right of the basket.

The Jazz placed one in the last game. Stockton, the head of the four villains, is the culprit. He hates this guy very much.

Seeing that the opponent was in the way, his momentum was unabated, and he rushed towards the opponent.

The long-distance sprint formed an impact visible to the naked eye, and a sense of horror was born from Stockton's heart. There was a feeling that he could not survive after being hit, and he involuntarily closed his eyes.

The opponent didn't let go, his momentum was too strong, and Zhao Dong couldn't change direction. At this time, when he changed direction, his joints might be injured, so he jumped with all his strength.

"call!"

Li Feng whizzed past his head, raising Stockton's hair.

"Oh!"

When Zhao Dong crossed his legs and flew over Stockton's head, everyone couldn't help but exclaim.

"boom!"

In the next moment, the basket was exploded, and the violent blasting sound resounded through the Delta Center Arena.

"Yeah!"

Three thousand away fans and the Knicks bench boiled instantly, rushing from their seats frantically and shouting wildly.

"Yeah!"

All over New York, on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, countless people cheered instantly.

Zhao Dong dangled in the basket with one arm. As he swayed, he looked down at the Delta Center Arena with a cold look. There was no roar or roar, but in everyone's mind, he appeared extraordinarily cruel.

"How is it possible? How can you do this? How can you humiliate me so much?"

Under Zhao Dong, Stockton, who was brutally beaten by his will, was looking at the hanging screen above, which was replaying the scene of him being flown by Zhao Dong.

"This is a foul, he fouled!"

The voice of the on-site commentator sounded without imposing momentum.

At this time, the referee made a gesture to indicate that the two points were valid, and directly slapped the on-site commentator with his sentence.

"Oh, Stockton is so pitiful! I have to say, Flying Dragon, you are so cruel! Stockton is a superstar, he is destined to be a member of the Hall of Fame, the strongest assist king in the history of the league, he He is destined to remember history, but he was completely humiliated by you, humiliated with an action that no one has ever done before. This is a real humiliation under the crotch!"

Bill Walton kept shaking his head and exclaimed.

Matt exclaimed with the same expression: "If it were me, I'm afraid I would retire directly. This kind of blow is not something ordinary people can withstand. Look at Stockton, he hasn't recovered yet."

On the CCTV live broadcast, Zhang Liyi was very excited and said: "Han Xin was once humiliated by the crotch, and later his name became the world. Today Stockton was humiliated by Zhao Dong's crotch, and his Japanese name should be the world. Thank you Zhao Dong for his behavior today, it is an absolute inspiration to him..."

Sun Zhenping kicked Zhang Liangxing several times with his feet underneath, before the latter closed his mouth.

"Flying Dragon, Shet, how did you do it? It's so exciting!" Larry Johnson rushed to Zhao Dong and exclaimed with excitement.

"Flying dragon, do it again to the postman! It must be better to fly over Malone's head." John Starks roared.

"John, are you okay? Oh, **** flying dragon, he should go to hell..."

Malone ran to Stockton, hugged the latter like a child, and began to comfort him.

"This is my response to you yesterday. I am responding to you in a basketball way. Are you satisfied?"

While walking past the two of them with his teammates, Zhao Dong also threw down a rubbish.

"asshole!"

The red-eyed Malone couldn't control it anymore, and was about to do it, and was hugged by Stockton.

"Don't, Carl, we can't let him go, but not this way. We want to beat him, we want to take away his championship, we want to take away his FMVP..."

Stockton's soul seemed to have returned, gritted his teeth and said bitterly.

"John, I'll help you." Malone also bitterly said.

"The CP group is really good, the base is overflowing!" Zhao Dong turned back and spouted.

The Jazz served, and Jerry Sloan called a timeout. The players were psychologically severely hit. He needed to make them fix it, and at the same time interrupted the Knicks' strong momentum.

Zhao Dong returned to the bench, still excited, and kept high-fiving with the substitute players.

"My bounce won't upgrade, will it?"

From that jump just now, he felt as if he had jumped higher.

"98? Sure enough, I have risen to a level. This should be the effect of the upgrade of my lower limb strength and core strength. It is a bit delayed!"

Turning on the system, it really rose to a level.

After the timeout, the game came back and the Jazz attacked.

It is still repeated pick-and-rolls, tireless pick-and-rolls, and extremely persistent pick-and-rolls.

Zhao Dong still used the anti-pick-and-roll tactics that he had squeezed out of the pick-and-roll, and did not switch defenses with his teammates, and even the tactics of delaying the pick-and-roll were useless.

He just wants to use his movement speed to force Malone, he has this confidence.

Another pick and roll occurred. Center Greg Ostertag took a step forward and blocked Zhao Dong, gaining an open opportunity for Malone. At this time, Stockton's ball passed to Malone.

"squeak!"

At the moment when he was blocked, Zhao Dong turned around urgently, bypassed the wall like a defender turned and broke through, and rushed towards Malone who was catching the ball.

Malone catches the ball and makes a mid-range jumper.

At this moment, Zhao Dong emerged from behind Greg Osttag and flew over.

"Snapped!"

Under the tremendous force, the basketball was instantly drawn into the air, flying upside down like a shooting star, directly flying into the auditorium.

"Yeah!"

Amid the exclamation of the home fans, the away fans cheered.

"Oh, the postman swallowed Feilong's brutal blood cap, and his shot speed was a little slower." Bill Walton muttered.

"Postman, you can't eat the cakes that you feed, what use is it for you?"

After the block was successful, Zhao Dong continued to use trash talking to attack his opponent.

Staring at Zhao Dong, Ma Long's teeth rattled.

The Jazz attacked again.

Ma Long was running on the left wing, and Zhao Dong chased him aside.

"Hurry up, run faster, eat cake man, you are too slow, how do you get rid of me? Hurry up..." Zhao Dong was chasing while spraying trash.

"Shut up, bastard!"

The postman Malone really couldn't control it, and with a violent push with both palms, Zhao Dong fell to the floor.

"Beep!"

The referee blew the whistle.

With a roar, all the Knicks players ran over, and the players on the bench stood up.

"Don't get excited, don't be fooled by the jazz gangsters, they will make tricks again."

Zhao Dong got up for the first time and stopped in front of his teammates.

At this time, the referee decisively gestured and gave Ma Long a technical offender to prevent the situation from expanding.

"Oh, the postman ate T. He was too impulsive, but I'm curious, did Flying Dragon say any rubbish?" Bill Walton asked curiously.

"The postman encountered a nemesis and had a T at the beginning. This is not a good sign." Matt laughed.

One free throw and one throw, Zhao Dong made a penalty, hit a goal, 3:0, the Knicks attacked.

Zhao Dong was in a low position on the left wing, and the Jazz arranged for center Greg Osttag to defend, with Malone assisting on the weak side.

"Larry Johnson has the drawbacks of being a power forward. He only has a low post and can't pull off the Jazz's inside defense."

On the TNT live broadcast, Bill Walton exclaimed.

At this time, the ball was passed from the top of the arc, Zhao Dong took the ball, and Malone under the basket rushed over.

But at this moment, Zhao Dong suddenly made a downward movement.

As soon as this action came out, Malone adjusted his direction and leaped towards the bottom line.

But it was a fake action. Zhao Dong connected the shaking again, and bypassed the cumbersome Greg Osttag, and jumped up at forty-five degrees with one foot.

"One-armed board... hit!"

Zhang Fangyi exclaimed excitedly: "Zhao Dong shook the top defender Greg Osttag with a fake action, and at the same time lied to the postman Malone, and then hit a goal with a precise 45-degree board. The hands are too big and the one-handed board is very accurate, which also makes it more difficult for defenders to defend."

"Two stakes, you almost stopped me just now..."

Immediately after Zhao Dongde, the trash talk came out. When Malone and Greg Ostertag were depressed, he added another trash talk that made the two people jump: "Almost guarded one of my hairs. "

5:0, the Jazz attacked.

"Offensive! Offensive! Offensive..."

The Jazz hadn't scored yet, and the home fans became anxious and shouted.

But this is not a good thing. In the midst of the fierce shouts, the Jazz players' emotions became tense.

"Oh, bad!" the on-site commentator exclaimed.

"Missed! Small forward Russell missed the ball, and the dragon succeeded in stealing the ball. He is playing fast..." Bill Walton shouted loudly.

Brian Russell desperately caught up with Zhao Dong, grabbed the latter's jersey, and wanted to slow him down.

But at this time, Zhao Dong swiftly accelerated, Russell missed and plunged one head on the floor, while the former took the ball and drove away.

"boom!"

Drove straight into the paint area, Zhao Dong flew up, under the tomahawk-style smash, the jazz basket was blown off, and only three thousand away fans in the Delta Center Arena were left cheering excitedly.

Although Stockton returned to the paint zone in time, the encounter just now made him no longer have the courage to stop Zhao Dong's fly buckle.

7:0, the Knicks led away, the Jazz attacked and called a timeout again after serving.

"The Knicks played offensive waves, and the morale of the Jazz was low, thanks to Zhao Dong's insult to Stockton in the opening. I think the Jazz lacks a guy who can inspire morale, and the core is humiliated. This is actually A good opportunity to motivate morale. This is the reason why the so-called mourning soldiers must win." Zhang Yangyi analyzed excitedly.

"From this opening point of view, the Knicks have the hope of winning the G4 game." Sun Zhenping said.

"Yes, the loss of Oakley did cause the Knicks to lose defensive energy, but there was no loss in scoring, and the scoring ability in the starting lineup was actually enhanced." Zhang Liangyi laughed.

On the Jazz bench, Jerry Sloan is arranging offensive tactics: "Add more shots from the back line, use your scoring to help the inside line reduce pressure, and then Greg Ostertag can play an extra shot of Larry Johnson... on the defensive end. , They are all small, we must guard against their fast break..."

The timeout was over and the Jazz attacked.

Stockton made a pick-and-roll with Jeff Holacek and hit a three-pointer.

"what!"

The team finally scored, and the Delta Center Arena was boiled.

"The Knicks have to be careful with the Jazz guards. Both of them are accurate three-point guards. They take quick shots and have a lot of restraint after the pick-and-roll. They are not easy to defend." Zhang Yangyi reminded.

7:3, the Knicks attacked.

Zhao Dong shook under the basket, then suddenly ran to the left.

Greg Osttag is 218 centimeters tall and has a tonnage close to 130 kilograms, completely unable to keep up.

Receiving the ball from the left wing, Zhao Dong easily hit a 45-degree board.

"Oh, Feilong simply withdrew, and got an empty seat as big as the Pacific Ocean. The speed of the Jazz's inside lane looked like a hundred-year-old lady in front of him."

Matt saw the ball and couldn't help but complain about it.

"This can't work. The Jazz can only use the postman to guard against the flying dragon. Although he can't keep up, he won't give the flying dragon such a big space."

Bill Walton shook his head.

"The Jazz's offense does not need to be placed on Malone. Both guards on the outside can score. The inside line Greg Ostertag is playing big and small. Larry Johnson may not have 195 cm. This is a huge dislocation advantage. It can be used." Matt said.

"This is the problem of the team's status. If Malone doesn't make a move, how can he reflect his status?" Bill Walton laughed.

The Jazz attacked and Greg Ostertag got the ball in the right wing low post.

Larry Johnson is too petite in front of his opponents to prevent him.

Greg Ostertag took the ball while dribbling the ball while arching inward, making a hook after entering the paint area.

But when he shot, Zhao Dong pounced from the weak side, slammed the ball down with a big hat.

"Pretty! Zhao Dong played a wonderful weak-side defense, Larry Johnson picked up the ball, and the Knicks started to counterattack!" Zhang Liangyi exclaimed excitedly.

The Knicks guard line advanced to the frontcourt, and the Jazz guard line was back in place. Without a chance, he stabilized first and waited for the inside line to be in place.

At this time, Zhao Dong quickly went down and rushed into the top of the arc, while Malone and Greg Osttag were all behind, and the Knicks formed a five-on-three in the frontcourt.

The three guards of Childs, John Starks and Alan Houston all opened up. The Jazz paint area was empty. Zhao Dong drove straight in and flew up after catching the ball.

He grabbed the ball with his right hand, and when he was flying in the air, under the big loop of his right arm, he banged the jazz's basket with a bang.

"Yeah!"

The away fans and the Knicks bench boiled instantly.

"Oh, a big one-arm buckle from the free throw line, good job!" Bill Walton exclaimed excitedly.

"I never dared to imagine that there would be a 205 cm, 115 kg big man who could dunk like this." Matt exclaimed excitedly.

"He can even draw a lever, not to mention this?" Bill Walton laughed.

"It's wonderful! We can't see such dunks in domestic games, and we don't have the violent qualities of Zhao Dong!"

Zhang Liangyi exclaimed excitedly.

11:3, the Knicks led by 8 points away, the Jazz attacked.

This time Greg Ostertag finally hit a ball on Larry Johnson~www.readwn.com~ When Zhao Dong made a weak side defense, he was dragged by Malone and could not keep up with his movement. The overhand hugged his waist, but the whistle did not sound.

"Go away!"

Zhao Dong pushed away Malone, and immediately began to rush down.

Larry Johnson picked up the ball and immediately retreated to the bottom line, and then sent it quickly.

"Oh, the Knicks played a fast break, the Jazz still didn't keep up, four on three in the front court..." Bill Walton exclaimed.

Zhao Dong rushed into the paint and attracted small forward Russell's defense. At this time, Childs passed the ball to the open Alan Houston.

Houston stopped on the left-wing three-point line, caught the ball and shot.

"boom!"

The ball hit the basket and was caught by Zhao Dong.

The open miss was missed, and Houston shook his hand with anger, still feeling a bit too excited and didn't adjust.

When Zhao Dong grabbed the rebound, Malone finally returned to the basket and started double-teaming with Russell.

He didn't hit hard, but suddenly threw out with one hand and made a pass.

This attracted the attention of the two of them. Taking this opportunity, Zhao Dong violently violently, with a bang, dunked with one hand, and directly separated the two of Ma Long.

After being buckled again, Malone's head became thick with anger.

"Zhao Dong's fake moves are too realistic! The hand has too much control over the ball. With a single throw, everyone will be fooled." Zhang Liangyi laughed.

"Congratulations, I almost guarded against one of my...." Zhao Dong spouted trash while retreating.

"You idiot!" Ma Long snorted angrily.

"Bingman, is this your self-description?" Zhao Dong sprayed again.

Malone is angry, can't play ball, can't fight, and spray trash is not an opponent. Now he is counting on teaching this **** guy in the ring.