Several iron gates in the Staples Center were securely shut, and thick chains circled around them, and a large lock hung from them.

In the security room, more than a dozen security guards fell unconscious, their bodies tightly tied with plastic ropes, and their mouths gagged with rags.

......

At this moment, the first quarter of the game is over.

ESPN TV had a surprise for everyone during the break, and they connected with boxing champion Floyd Mayweather.

“...... Yes, I was knocked out, but I don't think I can't beat Cressie, I'm a professional. ”

"But you said it yourself, you were knocked out. Joan Barry said with a wicked grin.

"That's right, because I drank a lot that night, and I was a little drunk at the time, otherwise I would never have been touched by Cressie's fist. ”

"yes, what do you think of Cressie's martial arts?"

"That's the other point I'm trying to make, Cressy is definitely not an ordinary person, he's definitely professional in his martial arts. I was confused by his status as a basketball player. Messaway's voice was rather annoyed.

"Since you're both professional, can I think that your defeat is a sign of the opponent's strength?" said Joan Barry.

"No, no, no," Merserway said hurriedly, "I said I was drunk." Although they are all professional fighters, there are also high and low professional martial artists, and I don't think Cressie's level is better than mine, I was already drunk and a little confused. ”

"If I let you fight again......"

"If we had to fight again, I would definitely win and I would knock him out in three rounds. Merther swore by it.

"Is it three rounds, not three minutes?" Joan Barry, who received the director's prompt, began to deliberately provoke.

"Three minutes? As I said, Cressy is also professional, he is not weak. ”

"Would you like to fight Cressy again?"

"Of course I do, in the boxing ring!"

"Haha, okay, thank you to our boxing champion, goodbye. The scene was disconnected, and Joan Barry looked at the Clippers rest area under the stage, and said into the microphone: "Cressie, Messaway is willing to fight you again, are you willing to accept it?"

Below, a staff member handed the microphone to Cressy Bars.

Cressy took the microphone, how could he be afraid, and said simply: "Of course I do, but there is a premise - the league can't punish me for this, and my appearance fee can't be lower than Merserway." ”

In the stands, agent Tony Parker was already excited, knowing that the appearance fee for a boxing game is higher than the annual income of an nBa player, especially since Cressy is not a lonely person.

There was also a huge discussion at the scene, this kind of cross-border competition from the basketball court to the boxing ring is the first time I have heard that the cross-border in the previous martial arts world was at most a cross-border between indiscriminate fighters, wrestlers and boxers.

And both sides of the crossover are celebrities.

If this crossover competition is successfully held, it will definitely have a huge impact and commercial returns.

Let's hope David Stern doesn't get in the way of this great event.

Countless people think like this, not only the people who eat melons, but also many people in the boxing and basketball worlds, which will greatly promote the influence of both sides.

Messerway, who had just hung up the phone, looked a little nervous, in fact, he didn't want Cressy to accept this challenge, he felt that it was unfair to him.

The other party is obviously also a professional level martial artist, and his height and weight are more than one level higher than himself, but because he is a basketball player, he is naturally placed in the position of the weak.

I played against him, I deserved to win and lost...... Hehe, I guess it's a big criticism.

However, he had to propose another match on the phone, firstly to save face from defeat, and secondly, so as not to make people think that he was afraid.

Then he saw on TV that Cressy simply agreed to his challenge, and his heart was slightly depressed, but at the same time a little excited.

After all, he is a real boxer, and the psychology of defeating strong opponents has become a certain instinct for him in fierce matches again and again.

Maybe I should have gained weight, but ...... Damn, this guy is so tall that his long arms are a nightmare for any boxer.

I wonder if David Stern will stop this game, hasn't he always disapproved of nBa players doing dangerous sports?

Just as Merseway was thinking nonsense, suddenly what happened on the TV screen made his eyes widen, "Fake, what's going on?!"

A man walked into the stadium with a gun in his hand.

Is this some kind of performance?

Many people at the scene and Messaway had such thoughts.

This man is in his forties, with golden hair, a tall figure, and an angular appearance, giving people a cold feeling.

At the moment, he was holding an M16 automatic rifle with the muzzle pointed at the sky.

The Los Angeles Clippers and Golden State Warriors players who were preparing to play on the sidelines looked at him in surprise.

The Clippers players, in particular, were extremely puzzled.

When did the team make such a play?

How did we not know?

At this moment, the muzzle of the M16 gun raised by the man suddenly burst into flames, and the crisp sound of bullets spitting out, accompanied by the continuous spilling of the roof of the stadium, made the entire stadium silent.

This, this is a real gun?!

Messaway in front of the TV was stunned, what tricks were the Clippers playing!?

At the same time, countless fans who were watching the live broadcast in front of the TV showed no different from him.

In the commentary booth, Jeff Van Gundy's voice suddenly came, breaking the silence of the court.

"Is this a show for the Clippers?"

Elgin Baylor, who was sitting on the sidelines of the court, said with wide eyes, I don't know anything!

At that moment, two men in camouflage uniforms unwittingly approached the commentary seat, and two pistols were pressed against the heads of Jeff Van Gundy and Joan Barry.

The cold barrel told them that the two guns were real.

Terrorist?!

The two were covered in cold sweat.

One of the camouflage uniforms began to control the equipment on the commentary seat.

After a while, the middle-aged man standing in the field clicked on the microphone on his ear, "Hey", and his hoarse voice rang throughout the court.

"Hello everyone, my name is George Dundee, a retired officer of the 6th Squad of the American Navy with the rank of colonel. I'm sorry to meet you in this way, but rest assured, I just want to talk to the U.S. government, as long as you don't run around, you won't be in danger. But if you don't do what you do—"

Before he finished speaking, the audience sitting in the back row was already in a commotion, and many people hunched over and ran towards the exit of the stadium.

Bang bang bang!

A series of gunshots rang out, and several spectators who had left their seats immediately collapsed in pools of blood.

"See, that's what chaos ends like. George Dundee frowned and pointed to the upper stands.

Lewen