Chapter 1333: Trapped in the Trick (5)

"W-meow?!" Albert was surprised to hear Shiloma say.

"Look at the eye of the needle in his leg. The quarterback stretched out his finger and pointed at the calf of the tiger ** man. Albert looked in the direction the other party was pointing, and sure enough, he found dozens of needle holes of various sizes on the calf of Tiger Man Gusta.

That's right, it was clearly a pinprick mark. Some tiny traces of blood even adhered to the stockings of Gusta's leggings.

The wound was small and could only be faintly seen on very close inspection. But these wounds could never have been made by Gusta himself, but someone maliciously pricked a needle in the body of the tiger ** man!

"Mr. Gusta, Mr. Gusta has been injected?!" Mutter cried out in surprise.

"I guess it's the hands and feet of the defenders of the Ghana team when they grapple. Shiloma snorted: "This sluggish dead fat man is really unconscious, he has been pierced so many needles, he doesn't know how to complain to the referee." Albert suddenly felt a pinprick pain in his leg, and he shook his head, trying to put aside these sad thoughts, and asked depressedly, "But what happens if someone gets a needle?" Shiloma wiped his fingers on Gusta's wound, then put his bloody fingers to his nose and sniffed, "It can't be wrong." This is a powerful muscle relaxant that is specifically designed to paralyze muscle tissue. One thousandth of a milligram of this drug can make ordinary people relax their muscles and lose all mobility. Severe drug poisoning can make people look like this, and their muscles begin to twitch - no wonder the dead fat man has been crying out that he is tired, saying that he can't exert himself. Since then, he has been gorgeously recruited. "How, how can this be meowed!" Albert was shocked: "This is naked, naked, naked! How dare they openly inject Mr. Gusta with poison?!"

"As long as you don't get caught, there will be no problem. Shiloma looked at Albert with cold eyes: "Don't forget, this is Dark American football." "Despicable!!!These people can shamelessly use such dirty methods in order to win the game, which really "opened Albert's eyes". Where did all the good sportsmanship go?!

"In other words—" The cat-man boy Mutt turned his head and glanced at the unconscious Gusta, "Mr. Gusta has been using sweeping tactics even though he has been severely poisoned, and has been protecting Mr. Philios until he arrives?" At that time, the medical personnel had already arrived and injected the antidote to Gusta, and after the injection of the antidote, the convulsions of the tiger ** Han were slightly relieved.

"Yes. Shilomar replied in a low voice.

Albert glared at the quarterback, "And you know that Gusta's physical condition is not good, but you still want him to continue this dangerous combat meow?" "Yes. Shiloma replied in a low voice, still expressionless, "In order to win, this is a natural strategy. Albert clenched his fists, eager to punch Hiloma. But with other members watching, or more accurately, Mutter watching, Tiger eventually gave up on the idea.

The whistle blew in the stadium and Fileos managed to interrupt one of Ghana's attacks.

"These scumbags, trying to stab me with a needle in secret!" cursed the leopard man as he returned from the field to drink water.

"Didn't get stabbed, did you?" "Of course not!" Philios said angrily as he wrapped gauze around his arm, "They hid poison needles in the palms of their gloves, and they took the opportunity to sneak up when I grabbed them." Luckily, I was able to hide quickly, and with so many people watching, they didn't dare to make a big move. But it's troublesome to go on like this, and their actions are restricted by their poisonous needles. It's too difficult to successfully block their attack while guarding against the attack of the poisonous needle. "It's okay," Shiloma looked at everything on the court with cold eyes, "Since we know that they use muscle relaxants, we also have enough antidote prepared here." While it can't completely counteract the effects of muscle relaxants, it's better than nothing. Then he turned to Albert and Mutter and said, "Take the opportunity to wrap these puncture-resistant bandages around your arms and legs, as they may be somewhat protected from the attack of some poisonous needles." "Even if you say that-" Albert scratched his head, looking helpless, "We don't even have jerseys, and we can't play if we want to." "Now that I think about it, the opponents are still quite hard, their players doping and putting poisonous needles on the Sphinx, and even bribing the referees to prevent Albert and Mutter from playing with all kinds of excuses. The Tiger was not allowed to play just because of the slightest blood stain on the jersey, and even this little bit of blood was deliberately caused by the enemy. Could this game be more unfair?

"Bear with me. Having finished wrapping gauze around his arm, Feleos ran towards the stadium again: "Someone will bring your jerseys soon." "But it's almost halfway through the game. Although the Sphinx still have a seven-point lead, the Sphinx will not have any effective attacking strategies in their next offensive round, and several of the main attackers will not be able to play for various reasons. The Sphinx has completely entered a situation of passive beating. What the hell should I do with this game?

While Albert was wondering, there was another accident on the field. Several black men from the Ghana team besieged Phileos, and they launched a suicidal charge at the leopard man with enough drugs, forcibly knocking defender Feeos out at the cost of his own serious injuries!

"Uh-huh" Philaeos, who was carried off the stretcher, looked guilty, "I'm so sorry, it looks like this is the only way to go" "Mr. Philios-" Mutt looked at the leopard man who was carried away by the medical staff, and then looked at Captain Shiloma with a confused expression.

"Hmph. Shiloma scratched her head in frustration as she watched as the Ghana players forced their way through the Sphinx defence and scored a touchdown.

"Looks like that's the end of it. Even Shiloma, who had always been calm, had a cold sweat on her forehead.

There was another round of cheers on the pitch. Needless to say, it was naturally because the Ghana Black King Kong team scored points in the point grabbing session. And instead of scoring a point with kicking, this group of arrogant guys once again forced the Sphinx's offensive defense and scored two points.

The score between the Sphinx and Ghana became 7:8. The Sphinx team used sweeping tactics and relied on the sacrifice of center forward Gusta to get the hard-won points, and they were overtaken so easily.

The tendons on Albert's forehead had swelled to an unprecedented level, and he was furious and walked towards the field with heavy steps.

"What do you want to do?!" Mutter hurriedly grabbed the tiger.

"Don't stop me, I'm going to play!" Albert grinned, "I don't care what the black whistle referee meows! Just for a little stupid reason, don't let me play?" Fart!"Stop! Stop!!Do you want to be disqualified?!The referee has every right to keep you out of the game for the whole season!!" Mutter tried his best to hold Albert, but he was obviously inferior to Alr in terms of size and muscle strength, how could he pull it.

"I don't care!!" The tiger's eyes showed a fierce glint: "If that damn black whistle referee dares to make a random judgment, I will dare to beat him half to death!!" "No! No just can!" Mutter stretched out his arms and legs, wrapped his arms and legs around Albert, and tried his best to stop Albert from moving forward: "Are you stupid tiger trying to hold us back!?--Mr. Shiloma also said something, stop him!" The quarterback on the side looked coldly at the entanglement between the tiger and the cat, and did not say a word. After watching Albert's previous battle on the sand boat, Xiloma was very clear about the gap in strength between himself and the other party, and it was obvious that brute force alone could not stop Albert, and he might even be injured if he stepped forward to stop it, and the gains outweighed the losses.

In fact, they had no means to stop the situation from escalating, and the only way was -- boom, boom, boom -- a dark shadow whistled through the air, landed over the Ghana National Stadium, and finally came to rest on the heads of Albert and the others.

"What you asked for has been delivered. "The guy in charge of delivering the courier is humane.

Albert stopped and looked up at the huge black figure in the sky.

A handsome and huge black shadow, shining in the daylight with a cold and cool light. The intricate mechanics, the rugged yet elegant shapes, every arc, every silhouette, evoked Albert's memories of these war machines.

That's Great Britain's anti-gravity airship - Dragoon!?

Wait a minute. Someone drove a dragoon to deliver a delivery?!

No, it's just an iron horse. Albert narrowed his eyes and saw it clearly, only to breathe a sigh of relief.

Although it has been heavily remodeled, and the airship's display is also sprayed with handsome black paint, it is about the size of an iron rider and can carry two people. A real dragoon was twice as large as that, and the cost of a dragoon was astronomical, and only the most powerful knights, such as the heavenly knights of Great Britain, could afford it.

Then, Albert saw the face of the courier in the air, and was shocked again.

The handsome young man with shoulder-length black hair was Doha, the dragon knight.

In the next round of the Roundtable Trial, Albert is the most likely opponent.

"See you again, Mr. Tiger. Doha, the dragon knight, rose from his seat and looked down from above.

He saw through Albert's helmet with goggles and saw through the essence of the tiger.