My father-in-law, Lord Donald. Mr. Trump learned that Fred. When Burano went to Washington in person, he was also in a hurry, and he called out one by one, and orders were given one by one. With Mr. Pauline's help, he even used the police in Washington to keep an eye on Fred. Burano's movements././

But until the game, my father-in-law still hadn't seen Fred. What is Mr. Burano's recklessness, Fred. Mr. Burano and his team of blacks seemed to be in practice in Washington, D.C., waking up on time, eating and resting on time, spending most of the rest of the day in the gym, having no close contact with anyone, and the police officers who intercepted their calls even described the gang as "puritans."

There's nothing suspicious, and that's the biggest suspicion, Fred. There's no way Burano could have come to Washington to do nothing, and he must have set a big trap for the Wizards at some point, waiting for the game to start before it was revealed.

Mr. Trump was already in a hurry to scratch his slightly white head clean, and he still hadn't found Fred before the game began. Burano set a trap in the Donald. With Mr. Trump's fear, Game 6 of the Eastern Conference Finals is about to begin......

In the locker room, I changed my clothes, stood on the floor and jumped hard, feeling the comfort of wearing my whole body, and bent down to try to re-tie my loose laces. I heard Carlos on his side constantly doing chest expansion exercises. Boozer asked, "Kwamei! What kind of car will you use to get married to Ivanka? Haven't you thought about it? I built yì with a Ferrari sports car. The cars are lined up in a row, which is very stylish......"

"The car? I guess it's impossible for Kwame to use a Ferra! With a Ferrari, wouldn't Hummer be suing Kwame? Carlos, you must know that Kwame is the face of Hummer! He can only use a Humvee! "Brandon standing on the other side of the finishing band. Heywood replied.

"That Hummer is ugly! Kwame is really unlucky! The most beautiful thing in life is to use an ugly car like a Humvee, which is really unlucky! "Carlos. Boozer kept shaking his head in sympathy for me.

"Hah...... Carlos, you kid is talking back! Do you want to know how much money Hummer is going to give Kwame every year? The money he gives Kwamei is higher than your salary, and Kwamei is married, and their company will definitely not let go of such a great way of publicity. They will definitely send the most high-end luxury cars of Hummer for Kwame to use, and each car is definitely worth more than a million, which is something we could never dream of...... "Brandon. Heywood responded, a look of envy on his face.

"Huh," I chuckled softly. I tied my shoelaces, stood up and responded to them and said, "I haven't thought much about the wedding, and I haven't even thought about the wedding car, what I'm thinking about now is to play this game well, so that we can break into the finals!" ”

Brandon. Heywood looked at me in amazement, looking at a rare animal, and said in amazement, "Kwame! Are you mistaken? It's your wedding! It's very likely that there will be such a wedding in your life, and until now, you have never even considered it. Don't you think you're going a little too far with all your energy in this game? If Ivanka knew what you were thinking now, I guarantee she'd regret marrying you......"

Brandon. Heywood looked angry, and this person who had been putting Ivanka . Trump became the teammate of his dream lover as Ivanka. Trump's unworthy look.

But that's just his own idea.

Ivanka. Trump is not one of those love-oriented girls, although she is also very eager for sweet love, but Ivanka . Trump is fundamentally a career woman at heart, and if I give up the game for the wedding, or the $8ooo Florida casino that's about to go, I think we'll soon go to the Civil Affairs Bureau and trade a red book for a plunge book.

I just wanted to refute Brandon. Haywood. Suddenly something felt wrong. It looks like it's in the locker room of Game 6 of the Eastern Conference Finals, with 20 minutes to go, and now we should be nervous about making pre-game adjustments, but now we're talking about my marriage, which doesn't seem right.

I looked at Carlos beside me. Boozer and Brandon. Heywood's smiling face. He looked up at the other people in the locker room, except for Michael. Jordan. The rest of the people were all talking and laughing in small voices, and there was no tension before the decisive battle at all.

The Wizards seem to be too relaxed. And this relaxed state will obviously have a certain impact on the rest of the game. When the Wizards stepped into Fred. When Burano prepares a trap, the Wizards are likely to be distraught and collapse all at once.

I frowned, trying to figure out what I was going to do next.

"Huh?" Carlos. Boozer saw my strange appearance, and let out a surprised voice, and asked in a low voice, "Kwame! What's wrong? What's wrong? Why are you frowning? ”

Brandon at his side. Heywood also saw my strange appearance and asked critically, "What's wrong?" Kwame? Is there something wrong? ”

I looked up and looked at Brandon seriously. Heywood and Carlos. Boozer, the two of them seemed to have some hair in their hearts, and the two of them looked down and hurriedly looked at their bodies, wanting to see what was wrong with them.

"It's only 2o minutes before Game 6 of the Eastern Conference Finals starts, but I feel like everyone is in a bit wrong!" I frowned and said what I am.

"What's wrong?" Brandon. Heywood and Carlos. Boozer glanced at each other, turned his head and asked in surprise.

"Are we overconfident? It made us a little too relaxed. Didn't get nervous at all! I said sternly.

"Confidence? Too relaxed? "Brandon. Heywood was stunned, and he muttered.

"Yes! We were talking about my wedding in the dressing room before the game, and no one else was talking about the game, which doesn't seem to be the atmosphere before the big game......" I went on to say.

"This ...... Kwame ...... Are you a little too nervous...... We know you'd love to scoop this game, and we'd love to, after all, if you scoop this game, you're going to win a big casino, and we're all going to be shareholders in that casino, but, Kwameh. We have won the battle of Tianwang Mountain, we have a big score of 3:2 lead, and in the last 112 matches played 2:2, 95 teams have won the battle of Tianwang Mountain. We're pretty much certain that we're going to make it to the finals now, and you don't need to be so nervous...... "Carlos. Boozer stammered as he explained, trying to put me at ease.

But will I be able to relax? Obviously, I can't, especially after listening to Carlos. After Boozer's words, I became even more worried.

The Wizards have been a team with no history since the 9o, and now the team can even be said to be a new team, his core, his basically not much experience, and the oldest qualified player in the squad is Chauncey. Billups, and Chauncey. Billups turned out to be only in the first round of the playoffs. Not to mention others. And the lack of experience made the Wizards seem to have lost their way all of a sudden under the good shape of the situation.

"Carlos! Listen! "In the last 112 matches that have been played 2:2, 95 of the teams that won the battle of Tianwang Mountain won the final victory, but there were also 7 teams that were reversed in the end! The probability of us winning is not 1oo, and if we were really too relaxed, we would probably lose this game, or even say we'd lose this series, lose that casino in Florida. ”

There was a heaviness in my voice that immediately infected Brandon. Heywood and Carlos. Boozer. But that was just a distraction for the two of them. The others didn't hear what I was saying, and I needed to do a little more.

and Michael. After Jordan's exchange, I gathered everyone together and stood on the wooden bench in the locker room, looking down on my teammates in front of me. Looking at my teammates who were still whispering, my heart was anxious.

"Gentlemen!" I licked my dry lips. began to say loudly:

"I just read a newspaper that said that in the past 112 games that have been played 2:2, 95 teams have won the final victory, and our Wizards team is very lucky to win the battle of Tianwang Mountain, so our Wizards team can now basically confirm that one foot has stepped into the finals!"

At this point, I paused, changed my voice, and asked softly, "What do you think?" Do you think we've got one foot in the finals? ”

I looked at all the people in front of me, all of them looked at me with puzzled expressions, all of them were feeling like I was talking nonsense, and no one was answering my questions.

"Maybe you think so, but what I'm going to tell you is that what they're saying is a bunch of shit!" I scolded in my loudest voice, so loud that everyone in the room looked at me seriously.

"Yes! I mean, all that bunch of stuff they say is stinking shit, and if things really go the way they say, what are we going to play, we just have to list the numbers and the opponent will throw in the towel and surrender, what else are we going to play? A loud, determined voice echoed throughout the locker room.

"We haven't won Game 6 yet, we haven't won this series yet, we're going to have to win one more game if we're going to scoop up the Eastern Conference Championship and get to the Finals, and the Nets aren't as vulnerable as they are at all. To defeat them, we have to be in good spirits. ”

"And don't forget that there is also an underworld leader, Fred. Burano is eyeing us right here, and for the sake of that $8ooo dollar casino, the Burano family will never let us scoop down the victory, they will do everything they can to kill us. ”

"Yes! They'll do whatever they can to kill us. Know that they are the underworld! They ignore the rules. Ignoring the law, they can play all night in front of our hotel, they can put laxatives in the coffee we drink, they can even cause car accidents to stop us from playing, they can buy the referee to send off our players...... "I screamed loudly.

"Wait ......" was when I was giving a loud speech to boost the morale of my teammates. Jordan interrupted me suddenly.

"What did you just say?" Michael. Jordan asked, frowning.

"Huh?" I was taken by Michael. Jordan was stunned: "I mean, they're going to do everything they can to kill us......"

"Not that! It's the last sentence you say...... "Michael. Jordan looked at me sternly and said.

"I mean, they can cause a car accident and stop us from playing......" I replied.

"One more sentence...... "Michael. Jordan continued to ask.

"They can buy the referee to send off our players......" I replied cowardly.

Michael. Jordan had a cloudy look on his face, he seemed to be thinking, trying to think, and after about half a minute, Michael. Jordan suddenly scolded: "Son of a bitch!" Fred, the bastard, actually did just that. Damn it! ”

Everyone was stunned! All of them were Michael. Jordan's sudden scolding was stunned.

"What's wrong?" I asked, surprised.

"Fred. Burano must have bought off the referee, otherwise he would not have been able to sit firmly in the Diaoyutai in Washington, knowing who he is, he is the undefeated gambling king of Las Vegas. If they weren't absolutely sure, he wouldn't have been in Washington waiting to be humiliated, he had only one purpose in Washington - to laugh at us after the game! It's so damn good! "Michael. Jordan yelled, but he didn't wallow in his anger, he turned his head and asked, "Kwamei, how long is the game going to start!" ”

"Fifteen minutes to go!" I quickly replied.

"It's too late! You hurry up and call Mr. Donald, and I'll call David. Stern called and sued them for our guesses! Let the police station check whether there are abnormal funds in the bank accounts of the three referees on duty! Tell them that we want to change the referee or delay the game. "Michael. Jordan arranged it in an orderly manner.

I hurriedly scooped out my phone. In the midst of the confusion, I dialed my father-in-law, Donald. Mr. Trump's phone call.

"Wait for me to call! Give me twenty minutes and I'll find out! "Donald. Trump said calmly on the other end of the phone.

Put down the phone and look at Michael. Jordan, he also just gave David. Stern finished calling.

"How? What did your father-in-law say! "Michael. Jordan asked anxiously, because he was so anxious, he even used the phrase "your father-in-law", which he used to call "Mr. Donald" or "Mr. Trump".

"He told us to wait twenty minutes!" I replied.

"Twenty minutes?" Michael. Jordan's eyebrows had been twisted, but he was still calmly analyzing the case: "It's too late!" There are 13 minutes left to start, how can we wait 2o minutes? The game had to be played at the beginning, and we had to get it done before the game. Otherwise, even if the referee is found to have accepted bribes in the end, we lose, David. Stern won't change the game either! ”

"So what do we do?" Larry. Hughes asked anxiously as he stood aside.

Michael. Jordan's brain was constantly thinking, trying to think of a way. Everyone in the locker room was watching him. At this moment, this man who has grown old on the stadium is the hope of all. Everybody is hoping that he can turn the tide now as he did on the pitch.

Silence, Michael. Jordan frowned and thought for a full 2 minutes, then he raised his head and said in a very firm tone: "Time is too rushed, there is no other way, what we can do is to extend the time!" ”

Extended time?

Can it be extended? I think all of us will have the same questions in our hearts as I do, but no one came out to ask Michael at this time. Jordan.

"Larry, you go to the operations center of the arena and ask them to turn off the power to the three biggest spotlights above the stadium and let them claim that the spotlights are broken! It takes 4o minutes to fix it. ”

"Etan, you go to the first private room on the second floor, and go to our boss. Mr. Pauline, when the spotlight went out, let him intervene to calm the anxiety of the fans. ”

"Etan, you're an old man in Washington, do you know what art teams are in the center of the arena? Good! Tell them to get to the arena and let them play during the time the spotlight is off, and we'll double the appearance fee! ”

"Chauncey, can you help me contact Charles. Barkley, he broadcast this game live today, sue him, don't talk nonsense on the spot, if he dares to talk nonsense, beware of me abolishing him! Let's just say I said it! ”……

One by one, all the players went out the back door, and finally the locker room was just me and Michael. Jordan.

"Kwamet, we're here waiting for news from Mr. Trump and Mr. Stern!" Michael. Jordan's strength was drained all of a sudden, and he couldn't support himself and sat on the floor, and said to me weakly.

"Michael, can we ......," I asked worriedly.

"Do your best, listen to the destiny of heaven!" Michael. Jordan closed his eyes......

The spotlight was successfully stopped, and a staff member came to inform us that the appearance time would be delayed by 4o minutes.

Pander to. Mr. Pauline had already appeared in the center of the stadium to give an enthusiastic speech, and at short notice that after the game, everyone could go to the stadium management center to collect a gift with their tickets.

Etan. A few of Thomas's artistic teams hurried onto the pitch and began their hurried performances......

One by one, the players who ran out went back to the locker room, and everyone was watching me and Michael. The two mobile phones in Jordan's hands patiently waited for the phone to ring. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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