Chapter 299: Everyone cannot be sent off

My feet fell to the ground, and looked at the three red palm prints on my arms. A sense of hatred surged in my heart. I just wanted to scold people. What is the Nuggets doing? Want to fight? Or are they going to fight?

I stared at the three birdmen of the Nuggets coldly and found that the three birdmen of the Nuggets were also looking at me with anger. Their cold eyes showed their anger and reluctance.

Yes!

When the story develops to this level, anyone will be very angry. Zhu Wan Howard, Nene Hillaryo, Chris Anderson tries to use fouls to stop my attack, but their fierce fouls have become a back that sets off my success. No one will be willing to be willing to do so if he becomes a back.

I did not provoke the Nuggets' Three Birds again. I was afraid that if they were provoked, they would have a collective explosion. If they didn't do it, they would also implicate me. The Nuggets' life is low, and they will not be able to enter the playoffs this year, but I can't do it. Once I am banned, the Wizards are likely to be out of here.

I no longer paid attention to the resentful gaze of the Nuggets Three Birds, I stood on the free throw line, gently pushed the basketball in, and ran backwards towards the backcourt.

Rookie Kenny Sackfield slowly transported the ball from the outside, and the four Nuggets kept moving in the inside. Carlos Boozer and I couldn't take care of these people at all, while Richard Hamilton and Larry Hughes wanted to help, but their thin body was completely regarded as air by the Nuggets' combination.

Carlos Boozer and I could only stand tightly on both sides of the paint area, defending the basket tightly, and not leaving easily.

Zhu Wan Howard got another chance to take action, and the basketball was sent into the basket by his standard mid-range shot. Doug Collins saw Zhu Wan Howard seized the opportunity again, and furiously furiously on the sidelines, pointed at me and shouted and scolded: "Kaomei, how are you guarding? Look for that dead tiger for me..."

Zhu Wan Howard's face turned green. What a big name for the Five Michigan tigers, Doug Collins's mouth turned into a dead tiger.

I was in the inside again, this time it was Zhu Wan, Howard and Chris Anderson, two white men, who were attacking me, and they clamped me into a burger, one in front and one behind.

If two people are determined to defend and keep a single step away, I think even Mr. Wilt Chamberlain will not be able to easily catch the ball because you don’t have the angle to connect the ball.

I wanted to run to the outside and empty the inside so that Larry Hughes and Michael Jordan could break through calmly, but Zhu Wan Howard leaned against me this time, so that I couldn't get rid of it quickly.

Michael Jordan could only do so on the outside with Larry Hughes and Richard Hamilton slowly pouring the ball, trying to find an opportunity to get closer to the basket. But this opportunity has not appeared.

The basketball shot was shot, and Richard Hamilton shot at the three-point line. As the number two scorer of the Wizards, he bravely shot the basketball in his hand, but his touch seemed a bit bad. With his eyes, he could clearly see that the basketball was hitting the basket, not in the blue frame.

I quickly turned around and tried hard to rush into the paint area. Chris Anderson and Zhu Wan Howard clamped me in the middle, and kept stopping me with his hands. I could clearly feel Chris Anderson pulling my jersey, and Zhu Wan Howard was holding my arm with his hands. But none of these could stop me from moving forward. My strength was much greater than the two of them imagined.

I successfully got to the basket, but the basketball was already falling. Carlos Boozer, Marcus Cambi, and Nene Hilario were struggling to fight for this rebound. It was obvious that Carlos Boozer occupied a bad position and it was difficult to compete for this rebound.

I jumped up. Although there were two oil bottles behind me, I still jumped up without hesitation. When I jumped up, I found that the two powerful forces that were pulling me from left to right suddenly disappeared, and there was suddenly no resistance in my ascent.

I suddenly realized that I was jumping so high, much higher than I thought. The basketball seemed to be level with my head. He was right in front of me, and there were three dark hands under the basketball.

I stretched out my big hand and slapped the basketball to the outside.

Michael Jordan received the basketball, and he jumped up and a backward jump shot won the first two points of the game.

I landed and looked back. The referee was calling Juwan Howard and Chris Anderson to the side and scolding:

"I hope both of you understand that this is a basketball court, not a wrestling court. I hope that the two of you will be slightly restrained. If the two no longer restrain, I don't mind sending the two out of the field."

Chris Anderson looked angry, and Zhu Wan Howard reached out to Chris Anderson with one hand and pulled his jersey hard to prevent him from moving at all.

I snorted coldly and walked behind Zhu Wan Howard and ran towards the frontcourt. I was suddenly patted on my shoulder. When I looked back, I turned out to be Marcus Camby, who was still in the Knicks last year.

Marcus Cambi said coldly: "Kaome! Why are you snorting coldly? Don't look down on others!"

I was fouled, and I expressed my dissatisfaction with a cold snorkeling. The other party actually thought that I was contempt for them. This was simply unreasonable.

I rushed up angrily and blurted out, "Fu*k, why don't you look down on you! If you have the ability, don't foul it!"

"***, what's wrong with the foul? I'll be foul!" Marcus Camby stared at me with his eyes tightly and cursed with gritted teeth.

The referee who was teaching Chris Anderson and Juwan Howard's politics class quickly ran over and gave me and Marcus Camby each a warning.

I turned my head and walked towards the backcourt. Marcus Camby behind me snorted coldly and said, "Let's see!"

Just look at it, I am no longer the parallel guy from my previous life. I am now a super center. I am still afraid that these second-rate centers and second-rate insiders will be?

The Nuggets passed the ball to the inside again. This time Carlos Boozer took special care of Zhu Wan Howard, but the basketball passed to the second-tier pick of the 96 Golden Generation - Marcus Camby. Marcus Camby half-turned and hit me hard with his shoulder, which gave me a little deviation of my center of gravity, which gave him a little chance to take action. He used his left foot, raised his right foot, leaned his body against me, and held my cover arm with his left hand. When his right arm bent, he had a big hook.

I was stuck with Marcus Camby's left hand, and I didn't expect him to use a big hook. By the time I realized it, the basketball was already on the basket.

"Don't be too arrogant, there are some who are better than you!" Marcus Camby said coldly.

I patted my forehead hard with my right hand. I was actually despised by the famous glass man in NBA. This was simply unforgivable. I decided to give Marcus Cambi a little color, and turned around and ran towards the frontcourt.

When I was in the interior, the one who defended me this time turned out to be Marcus Camby and Chris Anderson, Marcus Camby was behind me, and Chris Anderson was doing a front defense in front of me.

"Don't think that you can tie me up with a little hook at the basket. I'll show you what a super center is today!" I turned my head and said viciously at Marcus Camby.

"Come on! Let me see your strength, I won't believe it anymore. We can't defend you in turn!" Marcus Camby looked evil.

Take turns to guard me? I was shocked. No wonder I kept changing people around me today. Jeff Buddrick actually arranged for someone to take turns to guard me and to waste me to death.

But can they guard me by taking turns to guard against me?

I gritted my teeth, sat back hard, and pushed Marcus Camby back half a step, while holding back Chris Anderson with my left hand, and then half turned around, raising my broad arms to block Marcus Camby and Chris Anderson. This made a little gap appear in the inside line. Larry Hughes discovered this gap, kicked his legs and inserted it in like wind.

One person pushed two people, and he could only hold it for a moment. When Larry Hughes wiped it from me, jumped up and stretched out to prepare for a layup, Marcus Camby had already gotten rid of my position, and he jumped up behind Larry Hughes and stretched out his right hand and slapped the basketball.

The basketball flew to the bottom corner, Michael Jordan was there, and the basketball was picked up by Michael Jordan, and Nene Hillaryo ran over like a wind, jumping high to try to block Michael Jordan's shot.

Michael Jordan is really a little old. His bounce and his speed are far behind before. Now even his feel seems to have deteriorated.

The basketball hit the basket again, and Juwan Howard was working hard with Carlos Boozer. On my side were Marcus Camby and Chris Anderson. The basketball bounced up and fell again, and the direction of the falling was outside the basket.

Chris Anders grabbed my arm with his hand, and Marcus Camby jumped hard on my side. The basketball was grabbed by Marcus Camby. He yelled in the air, his feet separated and slowly fell to the floor.

I was a little crazy, a little angry, I was angry with Chris Anderson's shamelessness, I was angry with the referee's inaction, and such an obvious foul action actually appeared on the court without any concealment, and the referee has not whistled until now.

I shook Chris Anderson's arm hard and slapped the basketball in the falling Marcus Camby's hand from bottom to top.

"Bang!"

I took the basketball straight away. I grabbed the basketball that jumped up again, jumped up high, holding the ball in both hands and poured it into the basket hard.

Did I see Marcus Cambi's surprised eyes in the air? Seeing Nene Hillaryo behind him, she opened her mouth wide and saw Zhu Wan Howard on one side was rushing towards him. I also saw Michael Jordan clenching his fists in the bottom corner.

My brain may have been working and watching it many times at this time, but I only have one goal, that is, to pour the basketball into the basket.

"Boom!" A powerful and heavy slam dunk once again caused the basketball stand to tremble wildly.

There was booing in the stadium, mixed with shouts.

I don't care about this anymore. I walked towards the referee in anger. I was really dissatisfied with the referee's penalty. Just now, Chris Anderson and Marcus Camby fouled me several times, but the referee's whistle didn't even sound.

"Sir, the other party's No. 15 just pulled my arm, and the No. 23, and I just pulled my clothes. You can look at the slow motion, they all fouled!"

The referee was a little stunned by my question, but after a moment, a strange smile appeared on his face and slowly said to me: "Kaome! You are already a super center, and this is how the treatment of a super center is. You must face the opponent's unscrupulous defense. You can't send all those who defend you out of the field!"

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