"Is this guy still Battier? God, what did I do? This guy is now trending towards S K. Fastest update"

After Dujon dribbled past half court, he ignored Artest's shouting for the ball and passed the ball directly to O'Neal Jr., who was fighting with Damppot on the inside.

At this time, O'Neal Jr. was a little far away from the basket, and Darm Porter pressed too hard, so he tried a few times and passed the ball back to Dujon when there was no good opportunity.

"Bastard, do you want to wait twenty-four seconds, give me the ball!" Artest was already in a hurry, yelling like a shrew.

Du Hong saw that little O'Neill had no chance, and he didn't want to offend Artest too hard. Who knows if Larry Bird will have a convulsion to put Artest, a bastard, on the throne of the team boss, and then it will be miserable to put on his own little shoes.

Thinking of this, he passed the ball to Artest with a flick of his wrist.

After Artest received the ball, the momentum on his body immediately burst, and he shouted in his mouth: "Dirty guy, suffer death!"

Mr. Beast is going to force a jump shot, and he did that a lot last season. At that time, the success rate was surprisingly high, and now he wants to do it again. It's just that he forgot about the man in front of him, but Sean Battier, who is gradually showing his defensive talent.

Almost as soon as Artest jumped, Battier's big hand was swept down, and the slap was right on Artest's shoulder.

"Smack!"

"Ahh

I don't know where it hit, anyway, the current Artest is holding his ass in pain and wailing, and the voice is miserable like a pregnant woman.

At this time, it should have been the time for his teammates to surround Artest to seek justice for him, but looking at the appearance of the Pacers' players, they were all watching from the sidelines.

"This guy's popularity is really inferior. Lamar lamented with a slanted face.

"He brought it on himself. O'Neill Jr. replied and walked to his own half on his own.

Sean's behavior naturally attracted him a foul punishment, but it seemed that Sean didn't seem to care at all, and waved his hand frequently at the stands. Those who don't know think he's just done something amazing, but Knicks fans seem to be happy to see it. When Sean waved his hand, there was a burst of applause and cheers, which made Artest, who felt that he had lost his face, feel even more hurt.

In the end, it was at the urging of the referee that this guy stood up squirmingly, and the first thing he did after getting up was not to settle accounts with Sean but to glare at his teammates viciously, and finally said a word to little O'Neal.

"You're going to pay for what you did today!"

Seeing that Artest didn't come to trouble himself after getting up, Battier was really a little uncomfortable. Especially when he saw Artest running to reason with little O'Neill, he almost couldn't help but shout.

"Brother, I deliberately beat you just now!"

Seeing that the atmosphere on the field became a little weird, the referee hurriedly came out and warned a few times. Then urge Artest to come forward and take the free throw, and if he is unwell, make a substitution.

Artest glared at O'Neal Jr. a few more times and walked to the free throw line, and Sean Battier, the first perpetrator of the time just now, was also a little unhappy when he saw that he was being ignored.

When Artest made a free throw, the eerie atmosphere on the court was even thicker. It looked like the Pacers' players wanted him to miss the ball more, and O'Neal Jr.'s slanted eyes and a look of resignation were clearly angry with him.

"Bastard!"

Artest hated a shot that bounced on the basket a few times and finally rolled in, and the moment the basketball went into the net, Lamar clearly heard O'Neal Jr. let out a regretful lament.

What kind of bullshit team is this? Didn't they unite in their previous lives? They also created the Auburn Hills Palace incident together! Could it be that the influence of this little butterfly of their own is too great?

Do they really want to play against us here?

Filled with doubt, Lamar ushered in Artest's second free throw. This time it may have been really angry with O'Neal Jr., Artest threw the ball that was too bad, and it hit the hoop directly and bounced.

"Rebound!"

Suddenly, like Popeye who had eaten spinach, little O'Neal, who was listless just now and sneered, broke out. With a wave of his two big arms, he pushed Dampotter and David Lee aside, and jumped to grab the ball in his hand. Then O'Neal Jr. leaped and smashed the ball into the basket with both hands.

"Jermaine O'Neal!" The DJ's voice was as low as if he was performing a pantomime, and he didn't hear his voice.

Of course, little O'Neill didn't care about this, and after landing on the ground, his baby face raised his eyebrows, and said to Artest: "That's a good pass, Mr. Beast! You calculated the ball just now, right? ”

Artest looked at little O'Neill's arrogant face, hated itchy, and said viciously: "You're welcome!"

"Are these guys really here to compete?" Lamar asked again, confused.

Billups glanced at him and said, "I don't think these bastards are taking us seriously at all, they're trying to put on a monkey show in front of us." ”

When Lamar heard this, he thought about it as if this was possible, and he immediately became angry, and he dared to despise the owner here on the territory of the New York Knicks.

"Brothers, let's go up and show these Indianahs who don't know how thick the sky is. ”

The Knicks players shouted in response and rushed forward.

"Samuel, you didn't do well just now, your strength is not lost to that babyface at all! But look at the way you are squeezed away by him, it's just ugly. Lamar ran forward, not forgetting to teach Dampott a lesson.

Dampotter looked aggrieved: "How did I know he broke out so quickly? I thought he didn't wake up when he looked listless, who knew that bastard had a conspiracy." ”

"Be careful next time! Although Lamar said this, in fact, he just had the same idea as Dampotter, so he didn't react when O'Neal Jr. suddenly broke out, and was attacked by O'Neal Jr.

Of course, this is just their speculation, but the fact is that the relationship between O'Neill Jr. and Artest has really reached the point of incompatibility. The two people are not on the field, and they blatantly dismantle each other, which is already very restrained.

The head coach of the Pacers is also lamenting in his heart at this moment, and he sees the disharmony on the team clearly. He also wanted to change, but he couldn't do anything about it, these two guys were the guys that Larry Bird had indicated to cultivate, and it would be a waste not to let anyone play. If he really did this, not to mention that the inside of the locker room was not easy to control, even the board of directors would not be able to say it! He now has only one thought left, immediately resign, find a deep mountain and old forest to enter the empty door, and ignore the disputes in the world from now on.

Because of the contradictions between each other, the Pacers don't have any cover, strategy and the like when defending, let alone fill in the position.

The Knicks' offense looked very easy, and after Lamar broke through O'Neal Jr.'s defense, he heard Artest on the outside shouting in a weird way.

"Look at your terrible defense, and you were ashamed to say before the game that you were going to take down Lamar alone. ”

said cool words, but he didn't mean to come out to fill the position at all, and continued to entangle with Alan Houston on the outside.

"What kind of shit team is this?"

Seeing that there was no one to defend the opponent at all, Lamar was a little uncomfortable, and he lost the interest in putting on a show, jumped up and shot the ball in, turned around and ran back.

"It's like a game against a bunch of dead people, it's boring, what idiot guy is going to make the game more than forty minutes? If you let Lao Tzu know, you're going to kill him. ”

Lamar was getting a little nervous by this group of guys who didn't take the game seriously.

The next game of the Pacers was still the discordant factor, and Artest continued to jump up and down next to him, shouting for the ball, and almost grabbed it.

Du Hong didn't listen to anything outside the window, and only dribbled the ball, and the eardrums and retinas shielded Artest at the same time, and happily passed the ball to O'Neal Jr. on the inside.

Little O'Neal first glanced at Artest mockingly, and then slammed it back, but his attention was all on Artest who looked shit outside, and he didn't notice that a hand had reached out to the basketball in his hand.

"Smack!"

"Lamar! It's Lamar! Lamar broke the ball! Lamar broke the ball! Go on! Lamar, let the Pacers guys show you how good you are!" Bill Wharton, the game's commentator, jumped up and shouted excitedly.

O'Neal Jr. didn't realize what was going on until this point, and he still kept the ball in his position and turned around. But when he turned around, he realized that there was nothing in front of him except the smiling Dampotter.

Lamar dribbled and broke through quickly, and Duhon, who reacted, was the first to rush forward, but before he could stand in position, he was pushed aside.

"Boy, this guy is mine, get out of the way!"

It was Artest!'s arrogant face was full of disdain, but he forgot that this was a game, not a movie, and Lamar couldn't have given him time to finish those few words before attacking.

Just as he was talking about Dujon, Lamar bypassed Artest in disguise, then jumped up in front of an empty basket, turned in the air, and dunked the ball into the basket with a backhand.

After landing, he trotted back to his half court with the cheers of the fans, especially Bill Walton. When passing Artest, Lamar did not forget to say sarcastic.

"Idiot!"

"What did you say?" Artest was furious, but Lamar didn't have time to explain to him why he was an idiot. (To be continued.) )