"Dingling..."

My phone suddenly rang in the quiet locker room. I was so busy that I quickly pressed the answer button. The extremely bewitching voice of Donald Trump came from the other end of the phone.

"FBI found out. Today's referee Joseph Kate made a big bet at the Burano family's casino two days ago. The ending was that he won 500,000 US dollars. At the same time, there were two linesmans in the game. They won 300,000 US dollars in one person. Now the police have reason to believe that they accepted bribes, but the evidence is not conclusive and they cannot arrest them..."

"I have contacted David Stern. He knows that you are delaying time now. He is already dealing with this matter! He said that after he handles this matter, he will call you. Kwame, tell Michael, reassure him. I think David Stern will handle this matter well! Since Mr. David Stern knows Fred Brano's conspiracy, he will never let them succeed..."

Mr. Donald Trump hung up the phone, and the people who had been worried finally breathed a sigh of relief. But now it is obviously not the time to relax. We still need to continue to wait patiently, waiting for David Stern to complete the matter, and waiting for David Stern to call us after everything is settled.

Time passed minute by minute, and the initial 40 minutes agreed upon was about to pass, but at this time David Stern still did not call us. If David Stern could not handle this matter in time, should we appear or not?

The central air conditioner is turned on in the locker room, and the temperature is not very high, but everyone in the locker room has sweat beads on their faces, especially Michael Jordan, who is already wiping sweat constantly.

40 minutes have arrived, and time can no longer be delayed. If it is delayed, people will definitely see the flaws. By that time, not only will the Wizards bet against the underworld be discovered, but the black whistle in the league will also be discovered by the omnipresent reporters and gentlemen. In that case, the image of the Wizards will no longer be damaged. Even the entire league will become the target of attack by those experts and journalists.

Michael Jordan stood up, looked at everyone, and said in a deep voice: "No more waiting! We are going to play the game! I don't believe it. If we don't make mistakes, the three referees dare to misjudgment in a pretext?!"

"Larry, tell the operation center to get them powered."

"Changcy, call Charles Barkley and tell him. If there is a penalty on the court that is too unfavorable to the Wizards, let the three bastards be put in the commentary seat."

"Itan, tell the director that if there is a misjudgment, let them play it hard on the big screen. I want them to play back every misjudgment shot ten times!"

....

The spotlight lit up again, and deafening cheers sounded from the stands of the fans in the arena. Michael Joe sorted out his clothes and waited for the first appearance while standing at the door of the locker room. His face was full of seriousness, without a trace of smile.

"Next, we welcome our general manager and player, the omnipotent basketball god Michael Jordan..." DJ at the scene elongated his voice and screamed loudly.

Michael Jordan pushed the door of the locker room and stepped out firmly. At the moment he walked out, a smile appeared on his originally extremely stiff face. Michael Jordan waved his hands towards the stands and responded to the enthusiastic fans in the stands.

I stood on the court and glanced at the Nets' bench. Byron Scott was standing outside the court with his arms in his arms and shouting loudly at his players. He kept telling them to warm up.

This is the footage I've seen in the past 5 games, but next to this footage, I saw a person I least want to see - Fred Burano, the underworld is sitting next to the Nets bench, and he is smiling at me.

My heart pounded, and I sucked in a deep breath of air, then slowly vomited it out, turned my head, raised the basketball in my hand, and threw it out with force.

The basketball passes through the basket, causing ripples in the nets.

"Be careful with your actions! Don't foul! If you can shoot, shoot. When you break through, you must pull the opponent's inside line. Don't break through blindly..." Michael Jordan made his final instructions, and after that, each of us stood on the court with a heavy face.

I turned the wrist guard on my wrist, carefully adjusted his position, and told myself in my heart: Don't foul! Kill these bastards with a shot.

The basketball was thrown by the head coach named Joseph Kate. I jumped up hard, gave the basketball racquet to Chauncey Billups, and then slowly walked towards the frontcourt.

The Wizards' inside line was handed over to Brandon Haywood, and I pulled out of the outside line and prepared to give the opponent a fatal blow from outside the three-point line.

The basketball was constantly passing through the hands of Chauncey Billups, Richard Hamilton, Larry Hughes. I kept taking Kenyon Martin outside the three-point line, and took him to Carey Kittles' side. Suddenly stopped, walked to Richard Jefferson, and suddenly stopped again to cover the Wizards' outside.

This is a temporary tactic that Doug Collins thought of, and he hopes to reduce those optional foul moves through jump shots.

Time passed by seconds. When the first attack was 4 seconds left, I successfully stood beside Carey Kittles. I blocked Carey Kittles and Richard Hamilton, quickly drilled out from behind me, and quickly ran from the left line to the right line.

Chauncey Billups passed the basketball in time. Richard Hamilton, expressionless, raised the basketball in his hand expressionlessly and shot it hard.

The Mask Man, who had not yet worn a mask, scored the first record for the Wizards, and the basketball went straight into the basket.

No one celebrated the Wizards, and everyone quickly retreated to the backcourt and organized the defense line seriously.

Jason Kidd was dribbling slowly, facing Chauncey Billups who were bent down hard. Jason Kidd turned his back to Mr. Flounder and stepped back step by step. When he reached near the three-point line, he suddenly beat the basketball hard and turned around hard. He walked along the sideline towards the bottom line.

The Wizards who are playing area defense are Larry Hughes at the left bottom line position. Under Jason Kidd's swing, Larry Hughes immediately posted it. But when he posted it, the basketball in Jason Kidd's hand was gone.

Richard Jefferson appeared behind Larry Hughes and received a pass from Jason Kidd. Then he turned to face the basket and took a big stroll. He rushed to the basket, jumped high, raised the basketball with one hand, and poured it into the basket hard.

The last line of defense was Brandon Haywood's. Brandon Haywood stepped forward and stepped out of the reasonable collision zone. He jumped up with force, stretched out his right palm, and blocked the basketball in Richard Jefferson's hand.

The palm touched the basketball, but there was another hand on the basketball. Haywood's palm pressed half of it against the other hand.

"Bang!"

The basketball flew away, and Richard Jefferson landed on the ground with his feet, his left hand covering his right wrist, making a look of pain.

"drop!"

Joseph Kate's whistle sounded. Joseph Kate pointed at Brandon Haywood and made a foul on the thug.

Brandon Haywood opened his mouth wide and looked at Joseph Kate incredibly. Although everyone in the Wizards in the locker room already knew that Joseph Kate would make a penalty that was not conducive to the Wizards, such an obvious wrong judgment and misjudgment are really incomprehensible, and people have to doubt whether Joseph Kate doesn't want to enforce the NBA game in the future.

"Did Brandon foul the ball just now? No! According to the principle of players in one, as long as Brandon blocks the opponent's basketball, as long as Brandon touches the opponent's wrist, this block is considered a good ball. Doesn't the referee on duty today know this?" Charles Barkley was loudly questioning the penalty just now.

"I'm Charles. It may be that today's referee was deceived by Richard Jefferson's wonderful performance just now. Look at the slow motion, you will find that when Richard Jefferson's feet landed, he was covering his wrists, not the back of his hand. Maybe his wonderful performance deceived the referee's eyes." Kenny Smith was defending the referee.

"Maybe! But, look at the position where the referee was just now, he was facing the blocking where the blocking happened. I don't believe he couldn't see the blocking just now. If he couldn't see clearly, he would never be awarded a major game like the NBA Eastern Conference Finals."

"Maybe he just blinked..."

"Blinked? You're not wrong! As the referee of the Eastern Conference Finals, he blinked his eyes in the first key offense after the opening. This is so creative! Even if he blinked, what about the linebacker? Can't the linebacker see..."

"The lineman may also blink..."

"Haha... Kenny, do you want to be a referee to enforce the law? But you are a little older. With a master like you, Mr. David Stern should not give you this precious opportunity. But even if you can be a referee, you can't use this to please your future colleagues in advance!" Charles Barkley sarcastically said to Kenny Smith's explanation in the commentary seat.

...

Brandon Haywood only exchanged opinions with Joseph Kate, but did not raise any more objections, because he knew that fierce opposition could only bring him a technical foul, Brandon Haywood returned to the defensive position after a brief exchange.

"Kaome! I suspect that Michael really guessed it!" Brandon Haywood stood behind me and whispered to me.

"Yeah! I get it! But I think David Stern will make adjustments soon! This victory will eventually belong to us, no matter what kind of conspiracy they are!" I replied in a low voice, hoping to give him some confidence in victory.

"Hmph! Damn it! I will definitely fuck them to death!" Brandon Haywood said viciously.

Although the voice was very small, it was obvious that the conversation between Brandon Haywood and Kenyon Martin in front of me was heard. The guy turned his head and said angrily: "If you want to kill us? Just dream in the daytime! You lucky enough to win the last game, and don't think about this game!"

"Kenyang! Shut your stinky mouth! You have to know that in the last game we only played 8 people, and in the end we were caught up with you because of physical strength, otherwise, you can't even think about it. We will definitely win this game!" I was constantly slamming my Kenyang? Martin whispered him behind him.

"Kaome! Don't think we don't know what you and the Fred Brano family bet are worth 800 billion US dollars. The big casino is so jealous! You are jealous, so you are so desperate in the above three games! Otherwise, you will let us sweep out!" Kenyon Martin looked disdainful.

"How do you know?" I suddenly mentioned Kenyon Martin that the bet between Fred Brano and me was a little incredible, and asked, but as soon as I said that, I figured it out. This was Fred Brano who had told the Nets' players about this, and Fred Brano must have promised a lot to the Nets' players.

"You will definitely lose! Don't think that with a father-in-law with a billion-dollar family, you can get the wind and rain. You have to know that this is NBA, this is not the real estate in New York. There are not so many conspiracies here, and all you have is strength here! As long as we perform normally, if you want to win us, you will be 10,000 years early..." Kenyon Martin said constantly.

"Hmph! There is no conspiracy? Kenyon, don't talk about how innocent he is. Is there really no conspiracy? Look at today's referee! Do you dare to swear to God, don't you bribe the referee?" I sarcastically mocked Kenyon? Martin.

Kenyon Martin turned his head and looked at me incredibly. After a few seconds, he asked in surprise: "Do you know everything?"

"Even fools can see it!" I said disdainfully.

"This is what Fred Brano did! It has nothing to do with us! Although we think you are still difficult to deal with! But we never thought of using the referee to do these things! I will defeat you on the field! It is definitely not relying on the referee! I can swear to God! I will never rely on the referee to defeat you! You can trust me!" Kenyon Martin frowned, his voice full of determination.

I was a little hesitant at first, but now I can finally be sure that Fred Brano has already settled the referee. Although I believe Kenyon Martin and his Nets teammates have enough professionalism, but in the face of the temptation of a large casino worth 80 million US dollars, I don't believe that many people can truly regard money as dirt, at least I am not...

"Believe in you?! Why? Just the action of Richard Jefferson covering his wrist just now?" I retorted.

"I can't control how he is, but I will definitely defeat you right..."

"Then I will depend on your performance..." (To be continued...)

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