"Come here, you!"

Cressy approached George Dundee, let out a yell, and reached for his neck.

After all, George Dundee was a fierce man who fought on the battlefield, and when he encountered such an emergency situation and was seriously injured, he did not dodge, but waved the butt of the gun in his hand and smashed it back, with a posture of dying together.

Cressie's heart was unwavering, if this man was far away, relying on the guns in his hands, he would definitely not be able to defeat him, but now......

The figure landed, a few dexterous sliding steps, and stepped on the seven stars, George Dundee was instantly stunned by him.

Then, a powerful palm slashed heavily into his right hand holding the gun, and the M16 hit the ground.

Immediately, an arm was wrapped around his neck, and with a slight force, George Dundee suddenly became breathless, his whole body went limp, and the strength in his body seemed to suddenly disappear.

He...... This kid succeeded!

"Who is this kid?"

In the war room, the President of the United States asked with a look of shock on his face.

Cressy Bars, 19, a Los Angeles native, is the third overall pick this year and an NBA superstar. The capable female secretary was quick to give the answer.

"Is it really a basketball player?" The President of the United States has an inexplicable impulse in his heart, wanting to pull the bigwigs of the Department of Defense here and ask why you so-called elite soldiers who have been trained for a long time are not even as good as a basketball kid.

And he's still a nineteen-year-old rookie!

In the basketball hall, in front of the TV, in front of the computer screen...... It was countless pairs of shocked eyes, one by one revealing disbelief.

Especially people who are familiar with Cressie, such as Russell Westbrook, like Nick Young.

Suddenly, Westbrook remembered something, picked up the phone and broadcast a number, and after a while, the phone was connected: "Mrs. Joan, will you watch TV again?"

“......”

"No, that's great"

“......”

"No, no, no, I mean it's a pity. Today is Cressie's game. ”

“......”

"Okay, madam, you're busy, I won't bother you. ”

Hanging up, Westbrook let out a sigh of relief, and it was Cressie's mom on the other end of the line.

Fortunately, Mrs. Joan is still working and has no time to watch TV, otherwise I really don't know how to worry.

By the way, Mrs. Joan's job is a cashier in a small supermarket, and thanks to her son's fame, the thugs on this street will never hit the idea of this supermarket during this time period when she is cashier.

So, she works long hours.

Of course, there is a lot of money.

......

Kevin Durant almost jumped out of the couch, he was so nervous.

He always thought that his second pick was given to him by Cressie, so he really regarded Cressy as a brother, and at this moment, seeing Cressy in danger, he felt no less nervous in his heart than Westbrook.

In particular, when Cressy succeeded in kidnapping the terrorist leader, he clearly saw several people in the hostage group stand up, pull out their guns and aim them at Cressie, one of them less than fifteen meters behind.

"Be careful!" Durant in front of the TV couldn't help but exclaim.

Then he saw on the TV screen, Cressy Bars slammed down on the ground, bringing the terrorist leader to the ground, and then rolled over, and there was an extra gun in his hand, which was the terrorist leader's M16.

Da-da-da-da!

A gun rang off in the hand of one of the bandits, and was then pressed down by his companion, "What are you going to do Nick, the boss is still in the hands of that kid." ”

Cressy looked at a bullet hole on the floor beside him, and said to George Dundee, who was holding him by the neck, "Man, it seems that your companion doesn't care about your life. ”

Had it not been for his timely reaction, the bullet would have come close to hitting him and George Dundee.

"Hehe, boy, I advise you not to get involved, you're just a basketball player, not a government agent. ”

George Dundee's wound on the severed leg cracked open under a series of actions of Cressy and began to bleed, but he did not care at all, but threatened Cressie, he continued:

"We are all outlaws, and before we decided to do it for the guys who died on the battlefield, we had completely put life and death on the line, and it was useless for you to hold me hostage, my companions would kill me and then kill you. ”

"Not necessarily, you see, the gunfire has stopped. ”

Cressy sneered and poked out half of his head from under George Dundee, staring coldly at the man who had shot him in the back.

It was a white man in his thirties, with blond hair and blue eyes, and a fierce gaze, like a wounded beast.

At this moment, this guy named Nick was being held by a companion, and he kept struggling: "Don't you see, George has been held hostage by the other party, and we agreed in advance - once this happens, shoot and kill together, and there will be no compromise." ”

"Are you crazy, we still have a chance to get George back, that kid is just a basketball player. ”

"You let go of me, you idiot, do you think an average basketball player can kill Caddy with one punch?"

"He's only one man!"

"A man, hehe! a dangerous beast is much more terrible than a herd of grazing sheep!" replied Nick coldly.

At this time, almost all the terrorists hiding in the hostages appeared, about twenty people, plus the original, a total of forty-eight people (not counting the dead), and it is difficult to understand how they brought in so many weapons.

Cressy dragged George to his feet, holding the M16 in one hand and aiming it at Nick, hesitating to shoot.

To be honest, he wasn't sure of a gun, and if he had a knife, he would feel more comfortable.

At this moment, Nick had been let go by his companions, and he glanced at Cressie, his eyes were cold, and he didn't mean to dodge at all, but walked straight towards the two.

The companion, fearing that he would shoot George again, followed him.

The other bandits all stayed in their positions, and the bandits who appeared later sat down again and blended in with the crowd.

In the war room, the president asked, "Did you write it all down, and how many terrorists were disguised as hostages?"

"Several people who appeared in the camera have been recorded, and the appearance pictures have been intercepted and transmitted to the FBI's forensic department for face recognition, and the identities can be found out soon, but there is no way to do anything if they are not captured in the camera. The secretary said calmly.

The president nodded, and then asked, "How's the money going?"

"It's about four minutes away. ”

"Good. ”

......

Nick stepped closer, took a closer look at Cressie's appearance, and then grinned grimly, "Boy, are you sure you want to be nosy?"

Cressy smiled back and said loudly: "No, no, no, no, life is so precious, but you want to take the lives of so many people, although I am just a nobody, I will never allow you to do this!"