Hua Ben was smugly waving to the fans around him, but he saw Brown, who was leading the march, being pulled into the car by an official, and when he came out, his relaxed expression was replaced by seriousness, and his old face was white and scary, showing a panic that he had never seen before.

"What's up, Larry, is the end of the world?" Wabbon laughed.

Brown squeezed through the crowd and walked from the off-road vehicle that opened the road to the lead car where Warben was, and said with a heavy expression: "Ben, something is wrong, damn it, there are signs of confusion in Hart Square, Dumas called and asked for our opinion." ”

"What's the mess? What's the opinion? Huaben asked in surprise, Mirisic and the others didn't realize the seriousness, and they were still giggling.

Brown's expression became more and more serious, and he said: "Mr. Dumas said that the reason for the confusion of the fans may be that they have waited too long to see us, so either we have to hurry over or we don't go over, and once there is confusion, we will even be attacked by some over-excited fans!" ”

"Hey, what are you talking about?" Mirisic shook his ass and yelled, "Come and sing together!" ”

Huaben turned around and roared, "Shut up, Darko, shut up for me!" ”

He knew that if what Brown said was true, it would be too serious for today, and before joining the parade today, Huaben had touched the Pistons' previous history of celebrating championships. In 1989 and 1990, the Pistons won back-to-back championships, and the first celebration was fine, but during the 90 championship celebrations, Detroit fans rioted, resulting in eight instant deaths, 60 serious injuries, and countless burned and destroyed store vehicles.

In 1984, the Detroit Tigers won the Major League Baseball championship, and there was also a riot, and it was a 'war-like riot', and the U.S. Army was dispatched to suppress the riot.

According to statistics, the number of fans who attended the 1990 Pistons defending championship celebration was about 200,000, but what about this year? Thanks to the improvement of the NBA's status, Detroit now has 1.2 million fans!

Rashid and the others didn't understand why Huaben suddenly got angry, and when they got the news, they suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

"You say, how many of the fans who are here to celebrate now have guns?" Billups asked this difficult question, and when he heard his words, including Huaben, began to break out in a cold sweat.

"What should I do?" The players looked at each other, and Campbell weakly suggested, "Maybe we should respect Mr. Dumas's opinion and let's go to the nearest police station for protection." ”

Wajben frowned and looked at the fans around him who were still eagerly waving and cheering at them, no one knew when these people would turn into fanatical lunatics, and then he realized that he was actually standing on a bonfire, and if he was not careful, he would be burned without even leaving his ashes.

Hua Ben thought for a while and made a decision, and said with a solemn expression: "Rashid, you and Larry stay here to continue the celebration, Darko, come with me, let's take the car directly to the square and bring the O'Brien Cup and Russell Cup!" ”

Mirisic hesitated, then immediately pursed his lips and walked over to receive the two golden trophies from the staff. He confirmed his previous declaration with his actions, Hua was his boss, and he always did what he was told.

Campbell and the others looked embarrassed, and Rashid said irritably: "Ben, don't be fucking impulsive, call Joe and ask him what's going on over there, now is not the time to be a hero." ”

Waben shook his head and said, "I didn't act as a hero, and I never considered myself a hero, brothers, I just think that no matter what happens to Hart Square, the fans won't hurt me." They are our fans, they just want to see us and they will never hurt us about it. ”

Seeing that Huaben's expression was firm, Rashid had to smile bitterly, he slapped Huaben and said, "Okay, brother, I believe your words, take care." ”

Waben took Mirisic out of the car, and Eva followed, but Waben stopped her and said, "You and Rashid are here, and we'll go later"

"I'm also a Pistons fan, trust me, Ben, if something does happen, I can help you calm the fans down." Eva interrupted him firmly.

There is no time to argue, Hua Ben thinks about Eva's identity as 'Detroit's No. 1 beauty fan', and feels that her words also make sense.

Under the protection and guidance of the bodyguards, they crossed an alley and went to another road to get into the car. In fact, the reason why Huaben has such courage is not only because of the high-sounding reason just said, but also because in his memory, Detroit did not riot after the Pistons won the championship in 2004, and he believed that his little butterfly was not enough to affect the fate of a city.

The fans gathered on Chene Street and Jefferson Street, and the rest of the road was very crowded, and the car drove fast. As they approached Hart Square, the people in the car became nervous as police cars with sirens blaring passed them, and even a few police armored vehicles drove up the road behind them.

But the comedy is that these armored vehicles are sprayed with the Piston logo, and the American police have such an entertaining spirit.

Bell stood on a makeshift rostrum in the middle of the square, his face pale and his eyes flustered.

The crowd was even higher on Hart Square, and the crowds on Chene Street and Jefferson Street were just rubbing shoulders, but it was crowded. At the end of June, Detroit had already begun to heat up, not to mention that it was one o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun was at its hottest.

After waiting for the Pistons players to arrive, some fans began to complain and rant: "What did they take us for?" Are we cattle? Look, guys, we're just waiting here stupidly like donkeys and horses waiting for the farmer to buy, it seems like those bitches from the Pistons really raised themselves as stars, are they playing big tricks on us? Why hasn't it arrived yet? ”

It's been too long since Detroit has experienced a parade, and fans don't know what their companions are doing in the distance.

At first it was just a few people complaining, but after only a few minutes, the complaints started to spread, thousands of people began to roar with dissatisfaction, and when more than a thousand people started complaining, the scene was chaotic.

Detroit fans have always been known for their brutal violence, and when they are dissatisfied, fans begin to vent their inner grievances with actions, and they begin to tear up their jerseys or Pistons flags.

Pistons President Joe, who has been sitting comfortably on Hart Square. Dumas was in a hurry, he had an unlit cigar in his mouth, probably trying to imitate Cardinal Auerbach to play a victory cigar to be cool, and he would have long since lost sight of where to spit the cigar.

Thousands of fans chanted "bad boy, bad boy" around him, and the cry was getting louder and louder.

Dumas rushed to the microphone and shouted: "Dear friends, I know that you are definitely the best fans in the world. But please forgive Larry. Brown and his boys, they're still on the way, but I know you love your team, you love your stars, calm down, guys, for God's sake, please calm down! ”

Detroit Mayor Granholm made a similar appeal, but fans didn't buy it, and more and more fans began to go crazy, with police cars with sirens appearing in the distance. Hearing the shrill siren, the fans' fragile nerves were snapped, and some people began to wave their fists at the people around them, whether they were their friends or not.

Bell stood tall and saw far away, she spotted the fighting fans for the first time, and she covered her mouth and let out an exclamation as she watched the bright red nosebleed stain the man's face.

Downtown Detroit Police Deputy Sergeant Haydad angrily scolded, "That idiot made the police car scream? Am I not clear enough? Don't irritate these fans, damn it, damn it, hurry up, protect the ladies here! ”

When the deputy sheriff pulled out his pistol, Bell's heart sank to the bottom.

At this moment, a propaganda vehicle quickly drove into the outer edge of the square, and from the high-power speaker of the car, a deep and powerful voice sounded: "Who wants to take a photo with me and the O'Brien Cup?!" Brothers and sisters, let us rejoice, we are the City Champions of 2004"

With the appearance of this voice, two golden trophies appeared in the field of vision of the peripheral fans, Huaben held the Russell Cup in one hand and the microphone in the other, and beside him, Mirisic held his hands high, and the O'Brien Cup stood above his head!

From where the O'Brien Cup appeared, the fans on the periphery of Hart Square recovered from their madness, and they were actually even crazier, only that the madness was no longer a neurotic vent, but turned into an enthusiastic cheer of "championship, MVP".

The presence of Wajben, Mirisic and the trophies was like a tranquilizer in the square, and the fans who were tearing and beating diverted their attention at the same time, cheering and turning in the direction of Huaben.

"Captain, are you really going to go through these guys?" Mirisic asked worriedly, while maintaining a smile on his face, "Can you just stand here first?" If something goes wrong, we can turn around and run. ”

With a 'tough guy smile' on his face, Hua Ben scolded in a low voice: "You are such a fool, can you run past 20,000 people?" Come on with me, boy, show your courage, you're the future king of Detroit! ”

Mirisic showed the courage to charge into battle, and tragically followed behind China itself, holding aloft the O'Brien Cup, as if the French Joan of Arc was holding high the French battle flag by the British.

"Overall Champion! Overall Winner! Overall Winner! ”

“mvp！ mvp！ mvp！ ”

"Long live Detroit!"

"The Bad Boy Legion is not dead!"

As Warburn and Mirisic struggled into the crowd, countless people cheered loudly at every step, and the cheers finally converged as if they turned into a hurricane, sweeping from the square to every corner of the city.

Dumas, Granholm and others on the rostrum finally let go of their hearts hanging in their throats, and the former wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and sighed: "Damn, I haven't been so scared since 1990 as I am today!" Huh, where's my victory cigar? ”

Bale crossed his heels and looked in the direction of Huaben, although Huaben and Mirisic were both big men of seven feet, and the latter reached seven feet three, but when they walked into the fans, they were like a stone thrown into the sea, and they disappeared into the crowd without even a little splash.

Fortunately, both the O'Brien Cup and the Russell Cup exude a brilliant golden light, especially in the midday sun, it is even brighter, and Bale can only see the two golden trophies moving slowly in the crowd, but as long as these two trophies are constantly moving, then she can settle down.

In the end, the Long March also came to an end, Hua Ben and Mirisic walked out of the crowd out of breath, and the moment they stepped on the rostrum, the two fierce men who could play the whole audience breathed a sigh of relief. Hua Ben was fine, but the rookie was sweating profusely and almost collapsed.

"I'm going to have to let Rashid and them experience that feeling next year, damn, I'd rather fight O'Neill or Garnett!" Mirisic gritted his teeth and shouted, Dumas and the others looked at him understandingly, only to see that the handsome European guy who had always been handsome and dashing was now embarrassed, and the ice hockey robe on his body was in tatters, if it wasn't for the body protection vest inside, now even the abdominal muscles were exposed.

Huaben was even worse, and the body protection vests were torn

However, Huaben didn't care about these little things, and the emotions of the fans were still in abnormal excitement, he handed the Russell Cup to Bale, asked her to stand with Mirisic with the trophy, took the microphone and coughed, and shouted:

"My brothers and sisters, my dearest fans, I am your friend Ben. Wallace"

"Ben. Wallace, MVP! Root. Wallace, MVP! Root. Wallace, MVP! The fans interrupted him with louder cheers, and many people were hoarse and screaming.

Hua Ben had a serious expression, not showing any smug or other expressions because of the cheers of the fans, he waited for two seconds, and saw that the fans did not stop cheering, and shouted in a louder voice: "Yes, I am your MVP. Wallace, a player for the Pistons, is also a citizen of the city. Guys, I want to say that I'm actually a fan of this team, just like you! I'm proud of what the Pistons have accomplished and sad about the setbacks the Pistons have had, so when I became a part of this team, I did my best to fight on the court until I helped this lovely team win the championship! ”

"I'm a man of few words, so I show respect for this team with my actions, what about you? Do I give a close companion? What are some of the ways you show respect for the team and love for the sport? Look what you're doing, guys, please lower your heads and think about what you're doing, do you see the police around the square? See those armored vehicles? Do you know what you've all done? You ruined today's perfect celebration for the team! Even, I would say, you have disgraced the sport of basketball! ”

"We're champions, and now fans all over the world are watching Detroit. For basketball fans, each of you represents this team at this time; To other sports fans, you're representing the sport of basketball, but, guys, ask yourself, do you deserve the honor?! ”

Wajben's roar echoed over the square, the scrambling fans slowly quieted down, many lowered their heads in frustration, and some of the people who were tearing their jerseys stopped their movements and hid the broken jerseys behind their backs.

"Now is the time to celebrate our supreme glory, and we should rejoice and greet it with the most sincere emotion. We defeated the tall New Yorkers, the gritty New Jerseys, the battleable Indians, and the proud Los Angeles people along the way to finally become the king of basketball. So, dear companions, don't do anything stupid, don't let this brilliant trophy be overshadowed by us, thank you, thank you! Hua Ben let go of the microphone, took the O'Brien Cup and Russell Cup, held it high, and solemnly faced the fans in the audience.

Thanks to the skill of hosting freely, after Hua Ben's warning, the fans completely calmed down this time, although the sound of them still chanting 'champion, MVP' was still deafening, but everyone's movements were very rational, just simply cheering in front of the rostrum.

When Rashid and the others arrived, all they saw was the fans waving and cheering at them sensibly, Billups was dumbfounded, and said, "Joe, this guy is too timid, isn't he?" What kind of riot is this? Compared to the fans we met on the road, the people here were as elegant as gentlemen! ”

Hamilton pointed to the police lanes around him: "Don't think about it so simply, Joe may be very timid, but what about the police?" Look, there are even armored vehicles from SWAT there! ”

When the rest of the Pistons showed up and the people on the rostrum were completely relieved, Granholm took the initiative to reach out and shake hands with Warben, complimenting: "Ben, you are the most talented speaker I have ever met, are you interested in running for governor after retiring?" I think you can even become president! ”

The two shook hands, and the voice of the intelligence center sounded in Hua Ben's mind, "Dear host, the system has 6670 points, and after screening, it was found that the master-level skill 'Conquest Speech' (worth 1000 points), the skill holder is Granholm, according to the system's judgment, your friendship with Ms. Granholm has not reached 50%, and you cannot absorb this skill." ”

Listening to the words of the intelligence center, the smile on Huaben's face immediately froze, from the first time he contacted Granholm, he thought that the other party must have a good impression of him, because the female governor had a pleasant smile every time he saw him, and he didn't think that all smiles were fake.

This is politics, and Huaben is convinced.

(To be continued)