2:0

The Wizards lost two consecutive games at the Continental Air Center, and I was completely restrained. In these two games, I was in foul trouble early. I only got 21 minutes of playing time in the first game and declared my graduation. In these 21 minutes I was blocked by the Nets with three big hats. The second game was a little better, but I only got 24 minutes of playing time and was blocked by Kenyon Martin.

The Wizards have been shrouded in trading rumors since the last round of the game, and no one has seriously prepared for the Eastern Conference Finals. Michael Jordan and Doug Collins were wasting brain cells for Dako Milicic and did not develop a more targeted tactic at all. Now they are cramming for the moment and don’t care about anything. If the Wizards cannot make changes, the Wizards may be swept by the New Jerseys in the Eastern Conference Finals...

"Kaome, are you ready?" Michael Jordan pushed open my door and shouted at me.

"Okay!" I pulled up my suitcase and walked out.

"Come downstairs!" Michael Jordan nodded and said.

I dragged my suitcase and walked slowly downstairs, while Michael Jordan went to the next room to call someone.

Dennis Rodman, Chauncey Billups, Carlos Boozer, Louis Scola and others were already waiting downstairs, but facing the bad record, everyone just nodded to each other and didn't say anything.

The crowd was all over. With Michael Jordan's order, everyone climbed onto the stadium bus and rushed to the airport.

I finally have to go back to Washington. Faced with two such miserable games, I have long wanted to escape here, hoping to return to Washington to be able to adjust the team's state. I sat up in the seat, closed my eyes, adjusted my breathing, and tried to make myself sleep so that I would not be thinking about the annoying two games. The sound of silence of everyone's conversation came from my ears, but it was light, my body gradually relaxed, relaxed, and relaxed again...

"It's a little cloudy, I hope it won't rain!" A voice sounded from my side, Lonnie Baxter sitting next to me close to the car window.

I opened my eyes and rubbed them hard. I widened my eyes and looked out the car window. It was already 10 o'clock in the morning, but Mr. Sun still did not come out now. The whole sky was covered in gray and there was no trace of sunshine.

"Michael, do you look at the weather forecast?" I turned my head and looked at Michael Jordan.

"The light rain turns cloudy, so the problem should not be very big." Michael Jordan, who was resting with his eyes closed, said without even opening his eyes.

"Yeah! Hope!" I replied.

But as soon as I finished speaking, I sat beside me and stared at Lonnie Baxter outside the window and shouted: "It's raining! It's raining!"

I looked out the window again and there were already water drops dripping on the smooth ground, and soon the raindrops as big as beans dripped on the car glass, making a crackling sound.

day!

It's still a light rain! This *** weather forecast is similar to that of CCTV. It's always more when it's not accurate than when it's accurate.

Everyone lay down to the car window and looked out.

"It's over! I guess I can't go back today!" Chauncey Billups sighed. It was obvious that he also wanted to escape from the hell that made him lose two consecutive games as soon as possible.

"Michael, what should I do now?" I asked Michael Jordan.

"Stop being arguing, Jerry is calling the airport!" Michael Jordan said with a frown.

Jerry, whose full name is Jerry Ross, is the Wizards' logistics manager. He is responsible for all the travel matters of the Wizards when he goes out. Now he is holding a mobile phone in one hand and covering his ears in the other, saying something.

"Okay! OK!"

“1:30?”

"Then we..."

Jerry Ross finally put down the phone, turned his head and stood up, and looked at him with eyes in the car and said, "I am very honored to tell everyone. Our charter flight scheduled for 11:30 may not be able to fly for the time being. The airport staff said that the sudden bad weather may last for three hours, and 16 flights will be delayed in the three hours. If it goes well, our flight may not take off until 1:30 pm."

"Oh My God!"

“fu*k!”

"It's really unlucky!"

Everyone was complaining. Michael Jordan and Jerry Ross discussed for a moment and spoke:

"Our hotel has been closed, and we can't stay for too long even if we go back. Jerry and I discussed it for a while. After we arrived at the airport, we would go to KFC near the airport to rest. When the weather improved, we would board the plane..."

The KFC at the airport is very big. Because it is not due to the dining time, there are not many people in it. The nearly twenty of us, and we did not attract much attention. Facing the empty row of seats, we found a few seats, everyone ordered some food, started talking nonsense, and began to wait patiently...

"In yesterday's game, the Nets defeated the Wizards again with a big score and temporarily led by a big score of 2:0 in the Eastern Conference Finals. If nothing unexpected happens, the Nets will easily win this round of series, win the Eastern Conference championship, and enter the finals. The report sent by our reporters in front of us is reported back." A staff member suddenly turned on the TV, and the voice of the local TV host came from the TV.

"The Wizards are not as strong as they imagined. In the first round of their sweeping the Indiana Pacers, Reggie Miller was injured in the second game and did not play in the third game. In the fourth game, Reggie Miller had a chance to win, but he gave up in the end. That round of the series was entirely because the Wizards were lucky. The 4:0 score was not a reflection of strength at all. In the second round, the opponent they encountered was the Pistons, and the Pistons should be the weakest among all teams entering the future. Of course, their regular season results were good, which was just because they adjusted the height of the basket. Even so, the Wizards did not win the game very easily. If Big Ben had not been knocked out by Kwame Brown with one elbow, the Wizards might not have won the series with a score of 4:0."

"Compared with the Wizards who don't have much playoff experience, we have a better lineup and richer playoff experience. Our Jason Kidd, Kelly Kittels, Richard Jefferson, Kenyon Martin are all absolutely talented people. Our goal has never been a playoff Eastern Conference Finals, and our goal is always the O'Brien Cup..." Nets head coach Byron Scott smiled at reporters on TV.

As the camera turned, Kenyon Martin appeared from the TV.

"Yes! I gave Kwame Brown several big hats, and I can't remember exactly how many. Although he is an All-Star center, I think his strength is seriously overestimated. He is not as strong as people imagine, and he cannot dominate the inside. These two games are very realistic examples. Jason Collins can make him fall a lot, hahaha. We don't have any pressure to face the Wizards. Their strength is far weaker than us. As long as we don't make mistakes, I think the score of this round of playoffs should be 4:0, hahaha..." Kenyon Martin smiled wildly on TV.

The TV lens turns again, and Richard Jefferson appears on the TV screen

"We are in very good shape, we are well prepared, and we have successfully limited the performance of our opponents. So we will win the game with big scores. We are now considering our opponents in the finals. I think we will meet the Spurs in the finals, but we are not afraid of the Spurs. Although they beat the Lakers, for us they are much easier to deal with than the Lakers. Isn't it? You said Wizards? Do you think the Wizards will pose any threat to us? It's impossible! The Wizards cannot threaten us, and it will definitely be us who enter the Finals."

Jerry Collins appeared on the TV screen.

"Ha... that Kwame Brown, except for being stronger, has nothing at all. Many people ask us to be careful about that Kwame Brown. Until now, everyone sees that he really has nothing. He is just a relatively famous one. Of course, he is the No. 1 pick by Michael. It's not that good. I remember that the dog Michael Jordan raised is also very famous." Jason Collins was laughing unscrupulously.

"4:0. Yes! It must be 4:0. We have found the tactics to restrain the Wizards. We will make it very easy to enter the finals. We will not let the O'Brien Cup fall again this year..." Jason Kidd said with a smile in front of the camera. It was obvious that the big wins of two consecutive games made him full of confidence.

"Bang!" Dennis Rodman threw the Coke hard on the dining table, staring at the eyes and shouting: "Don't let it go! 4:0, get out of the foul stinky egg..."

"O?" A surprise sound came from behind, and then a strange voice sounded in my ears:

"Who am I thinking of it? It turns out to be a few people from Washington! Ha... Long time no see! Michael, how are you doing recently? I heard that you have lost a lot recently! But I think this is the performance of your strength, ha..."

Everyone turned their heads angrily and looked at the source of the sound. A strong man with a ferocious tiger tattoo on his chest appeared in front of everyone. The strong man was 2 meters tall and weighed more than 130 kilograms. He was shirtless and had a tendon flesh showing his majesty. Without looking at his face, almost everyone would consider this guy a reckless man, but the evil smile on this person's face made people feel that this person's head must be full of all kinds of sinisterness and cunning.

Michael Jordan frowned, and it was obvious that he recognized the guy in front of him, and after a few seconds of silence, he said in a very puzzled voice: "Jack? Why are you here? Where is Fred?"

"Who is talking about this me? After so many years, people still remember me? It's not easy!" A sound full of magnetic sound rang out.

Everyone looked at the sound, and at a dining table, a very elegant man dressed in Armani raised the Coke Cup in his hand and signaled to us, then raised his neck and drank the remaining Coke in the Coke Cup in one sip.

The elegant man threw the Coke cup into the trash can, then walked towards us with a smile, stood at the dining table and bent down, stretched out his right hand, and said with a smile: "Mr. Michael, I am very happy to see you. It is a sin to make you care so much."

Michael Jordan was obviously a little nervous. His breathing had become very rapid, and even crystal beads of sweat appeared on his nose.

"I'm happy to see you!" Michael Jordan's voice was filled with intense anxiety, which everyone could feel.

"Welcome to our store! Please forgive me if you are not well-received!" The elegant man's face was filled with a humble smile.

"Is this your store?" Michael Jordan asked in confusion.

"Yes! I've been joining KFC for several years! This is my third franchise store..." the elegant man replied in a very respectful voice.

"I! Congratulations, but have you washed your hands?" Michael Jordan asked tentatively in a cautious tone.

"I don't! It's just that I haven't played for a long time, why? Mr. Michael is still interested in making a few moves? If Mr. Michael is interested, I will be willing to accompany you." The elegant man bent over and showed a kind of humility.

"No! No! No! No! I just asked, I've stopped playing this anymore!" Michael Jordan quickly refused. He seemed to be very afraid of getting involved in that thing.

I frowned, and when I looked at these two characters who suddenly appeared, I could feel Michael Jordan's fear, even Dennis Rodman, a fearless guy, had a serious look on his face.

"Dennis. Who is this?" I leaned over to Dennis Rodman and whispered.

"Jack the Ripper and Fred the Octopus! They are the bloody two evil spirits of the Buano family! That Octopus is the champion of the Las Vegas Gambling Championship for three consecutive times..." Dennis Rodman whispered to my ear and said.

"Buno family? What are you doing?" I asked in surprise.

"The largest underworld family in the United States..." Dennis Rodman's voice was smaller than that of a mosquito hum.

I was shocked! Michael Jordan actually...

But before my brain turned around, the magnetic voice rushed straight towards Dennis Rodman and me: "I just forgot Mr. Dennis, Mr. Dennis, are you willing to play?"

"Ah? I don't! No! No! I've stopped playing anymore! I haven't been to the casino for a long time, ha, Fred, you'd better find someone else!" Fred's voice frightened Dennis Rodman. I don't know what happened between Michael Jordan, Dennis Rodman and this guy named Fred, but it's obvious that this guy once left a deep impression on Michael Jordan and Dennis Rodman.

"I also have Mr. Trump's future son-in-law, Mr. Kwame Brown. I'm very happy to see you. I'll take me to say hello to Mr. Trump and tell her that I'm very interested in him at the Trump Casino in East Rutherford. If I have time, I can have a good talk with him." Fred said gracefully, but his voice made me feel a chill in my heart.

"I'm happy to know you! I will tell you!" I quickly bent down and held Fred's outstretched hand, then quickly pulled his hand back.

"I heard that Mr. Brown is quite interested in gambling and is playing a lot. Why don't we do it?" Fred showed a charming smile. It seemed that he was trying to please me.

"No! I'm not interested in this!" I quickly denied it, I don't want to have any intersection with those who both Michael Jordan and Dennis Rodman.

"Then why did Mr. Brown go to Las Vegas to play that last summer? Does it mean that Mr. Brown thinks the bet I gave is a little small?" Fred's face was filled with a smile, but a coldness flowed out of his eyes.

Uh! I can't speak, I don't know how to explain it. Or how to reject the suggestion of the guy named Fred.

"Fred, Kwame. It's just a child, he seems..." Michael Jordan interrupted.

"So, Michael, do you want to have a fight?" Fred turned his head and looked at Michael Jordan with a smile, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Ah?!" Michael Jordan dared not continue speaking.

Reject! This is the first reaction I had in my mind. I kept telling me that I must refuse. This is a tempting trap and I must not agree. But there was a slow sound in my heart: See what he wanted to bet on. Maybe I could win.

"How do you feel? Let's have a hand!" Fred's voice was full of temptation.

"What do you want to bet?" I was finally attracted by curiosity and took a step forward.

"Everything is OK! Poker, mahjong, turntable, sieve? You can choose whatever you want..." Freddy said with a very happy smile.

"I don't understand these." Although I am full of curiosity, I know that once I win and lose with Fred on this, I will die without a place to bury it.

"Is this really strange? You don't bet on gambling? Do you want to bet on your odds and enter the next round? Hahahaha..." Fred suddenly burst into laughter.

"No! I know better about the NBA than you, and the strength of the Nets and the Wizards is more important than you, which is a bit unfair to you. We can choose a bet that we are not familiar with, such as the European Cup in the Year..." I said tentatively. As a traditional underworld family, their energy is amazing. I can't guarantee that they can't affect the NBA. I decided to choose the European Cup. I think they can't affect the European games.

"Ha...Who doesn't know that Mr. Brown has a deep knowledge of football. How could I be your opponent in this regard? But why don't you bet on this year's NBA Eastern Conference Finals? Don't you dare? Or do you have no confidence in you Wizards at all?" Fred took off his disguise and stared at me fiercely with his eyes.

"Then why don't you dare to bet on next year's European Cup? Mr. Fred, you are an expert in this field. Do you have something you dare not?" Dennis Rodman suddenly appeared and said to Fred.

"Dennis, don't you have any objection to the Nets being able to sweep the Wizards 4-0? Why? You also have no confidence in the Wizards entering the finals?" Fred said with a smile.

"Ah?!Uh" Dennis Rodman's words refused and choked back by the smiling man.
To be continued...