Mr. Referee didn't end up giving Danny. Fortson technical foul and merely verbally warned Danny. Fortson, for a good reason, because there is no official competition yet.

Of course, Mr. Referee also rejected Nelson Sr.'s request for substitutions, after all, the starting list has been submitted, and it is really a bit unreasonable to make substitutions before the game.

However, Danny. Fortson was also denied the right to stand in the center circle and play the jump ball with me, and the one who played the jump ball with me became Dirk. Nowitzki.

The referee blew the whistle and motioned for me and Dirk. Nowitzki was focused on the two of them, and he was about to throw the ball. I bent down, bent hard, looked up at the basketball, and inadvertently saw Danny. Fortson stared at me viciously, his eyes full of endless hatred, as if I had a hatred with him for killing my father and taking my wife.

I headed towards Danny. Fortson smiled slyly, then stuck out his tongue and grimaced, drawing Danny Brown. Fortson's eyes cracked, and his teeth chattered.

I laughed! Laughed happily! I'm convinced that as long as I give a little flirtation on the inside, Danny. Mr. Fortson had to go to the bench and rest. Assuming Nelson Sr., of course, can give me enough time. Once he put Danny in advance. If Fortson replaced, it would be a wasted effort.

The basketball was tossed up, drilled into the air, reached its highest point, had a small stagnation, and then began to slowly fall.

I jumped up hard, stretched out my thick arms, stretched out my swarthy palms, and slammed into the basketball.

I'm confident enough that this ball is going to be mine! Although Dirk. Nowitzki is tough, but he doesn't include bouncing.

The palm of my hand rubbed against the basketball skin, and under the force of it, it flew towards my left rear, where it was Chauncey. Billups' territory.

I strode up the pitch and didn't look back at all, believing in Billups' steadiness. The Mavericks couldn't have made a good steal at the start of the season.

Inside the three-point line I'm with Dirk. Nowitzki staggered by, and I found Danny. Fortson, I hit Danny hard with my strong shoulders. On Fortson's chest, he yelled viciously at the guy, "Boy! I'm going to kill you! ”

Danny. Fortson's body was knocked back half a step by me, and I could clearly see the undulating muscles in his chest, and I could clearly see a red mark on the place where I had just been hit. Of course, the clearest thing was that I was able to see Danny. The anger of Ford's strict zhòng, the anger that wanted to cramp my skin.

This is what I want! It's not something I've ever dreamed of, but it's definitely something I'm hoping for. Fortson kept it that way. Before the dead ball, I had a big deal to kill this guy.

"Dirk ......"

"Danny ......"

Old Nelson shouted loudly from the sidelines, his hands crossed in front of his chest. And this gesture is clearly a common gesture throughout the NBA.

Cross Shift Defense!

Old Nelson wanted to get Dirk. Nowitzki came to defend me while Jean Danny. Fortson went to defend the Wizards' starting power forward Carlos. Boozer.

"Danny! Shift your defense! "Dirk. Nowitzki turned his head towards Danny. Fortson said.

But Danny has been blinded by hatred. Fortson stared at me so hard that he didn't say a word, not even twisting his head.

"Danny! Shift your defense! "Dirk. Nowitzki accentuated his tone and said loudly.

Danny. Fortson grabbed my jersey with his hand and shoved me outward, then turned his head and gritted his teeth towards Dirk. Nowitzki said viciously: "I'll kill him!" I swear! ”

"Listen to the coach!"

I started with Dirk. A chill was heard in Novitsky's voice. Apparently Dirk. Nowitzki is very upset.

Danny. Fortson didn't say anything more, it was clear that he was hesitating, he was a little unsure of what to choose between hatred and command.

Really don't want to make Danny. Fortson goes to defend Carlos. Boozer, so that the efforts I have made before are likely to be in vain. So I spoke:

"Danny! No one expects you to be able to stop me! Even your teammates, your coach, don't have the slightest hope that you won't have the slightest hope, and all your appearances are like clowns on stage......"

"Shut up! ...... "Danny. Fortson yelled at me, and the roar made my ears a little uncomfortable.

Roars echoed through the arena. Before the last syllable had disappeared from the arena, I heard Chauncey. Billups' voice: "Kwame ......"

This is......

Out of the corner of my eye, Chauncey. Billups threw the basketball behind me.

Because Danny. Fortson and Dirk. Nowitzki is arguing and switching defenses. This made the distance between the two of them infinitely closer, and it also made the basket open at this moment, and there was no one under the basket now.

Quickly turn around at Danny. Fortson hadn't figured out what had happened before I was agile from Danny. Fortson's side brushed, his right foot lightly padded a small step, adjusted his pace, jumped hard, grabbed the basketball with his right hand in the air, and poured it into the air.

"Boom!"

A powerful super slam dunk was born!

There was a suffocation in the stands, and then a violent noise erupted, cheers! Cursing! Sigh! Mixed together! Make the whole stadium look extra messy! But that's the best compliment on the road!

Satisfied, I let go of my grip on the basket and landed on both feet, ready to twist to stimulate Danny. Fortson, all of a sudden, I heard someone shouting, "Be careful! ”

My heart trembled! Just wanted to look up to find the source of the sound, a black figure suddenly appeared in front of me, hit my body hard, I didn't have time to react, my body was hit directly backwards, I heard a "bump", my head directly with a hard thing intimate contact! My head buzzed so big that I lost consciousness completely.

"Kwame, how are you?"

"Kwame, wake up!"

"Kwame, what are you feeling uncomfortable with?" ……

In Christian. Lightner and Jim. In Johnson's continuous call, I slowly woke up. But when I woke up, I had completely forgotten what had just happened, I had forgotten the situation I was in, and I was so surprised to see so many people surrounding me, I tried to stand up, but as soon as I tried to exert myself, I felt dizzy.

Jim. Johnson shouted for the stretcher, and the staff quickly showed up on the pitch with the stretcher, and then I was carried to the stretcher by two staff members, who then carried me to the emergency exit.

Turning his head, trying to look at his surroundings and remind himself of what had just happened, he suddenly saw that not far from me, a more familiar figure was lying on the floor for the team doctor to fiddle with, his two eye circles were red and swollen, his two cheeks were red and red with obvious traces of abrasions, there were obvious blood stains on the nostrils and corners of the mouth, and the originally thick lips became very plump because of the swelling.

This is......

I suddenly remembered who this guy was!

This guy is Danny, who just played a tactic against me. Fortson! We're just playing Game 2 of this year's regular season.

But I don't understand Danny at all. In Fortson's current situation, he seems to have been beaten up severely.

What's going on?

I continued to roll my eyes and found Carlos. Boozer, Larry. Hughes, Brandon. Heywood, Chauncey. The four of Billups moved closely on the stretcher, and the three of them had a stern look on their faces.

"Carlos......" I tried to call out to Carlos. Boozer, hoping to get a little answer from Boozer.

Co Carlos. The answer Boozer gave me was definitely beyond my imagination

"Kwame! Don't worry! I've avenged you! ”

"Ahh ......" (To be continued......)