Chapter 3 Pretell with me, you will get hurt

Because of Chen Feng's appearance, the game, which had already lost its taste, seemed to begin to strongly attract the appetite of every audience in an instant.

What Chen Feng said to Harrell was just to continue to add fuel to the burning fire.

When Chen Feng shouted that he didn't want to lose a hundred dollars on the sidelines, he had become a thorn in the side of Brooklyn fans and players.

That's a kind of naked contempt. No one has dared to provoke people from Brooklyn like this before or now.

Including those guys in Queen Street, although both sides have always been very unhappy with each other, at least a little respect will be left to others, and they will not be cold like this guy.

For this kind of contempt and provocation, people in Brooklyn have always taken a direct way to fight back.

They will trample you hard under your feet, crush you hard, and finally leave no scum.

There has never been such a tiger man who dares to despise Brooklyn's reputation before, but few of them have a good end, and most of them have lost without even scum left.

Now this big man seems to have a plan to twist Brooklyn's tiger beard, so most people are waiting to see his tragic end.

What others think, Harrel doesn't know. Anyway, he doesn't plan to let the bald man in front of him have a good life.

Are you not familiar with it? Have you never heard of it? The loser? This is simply a slap in the face, leaving no way out.

Chen Feng? As the guy said, this is a very embarrassing Asian name for Harrel. Not only is it difficult to read, but the bald and sharp eyes really make Harrel very uncomfortable.

Harrel has an idea now. In less than nine minutes, he must make the other party unforgettable for life.

They are also inside lines. Harrell is not afraid that the two people don't have a chance to meet each other. As long as they meet, he will let the other party remember his name forever.

If you casually provoke a good player who has long been famous in AND1, you always have to pay a little price.

The enmity caused by the street has always been easy to solve. Whoever stands in the end is the reasonable one.

Who can win the game in nine minutes is the winner. Is it useful to just play tricks?

"Hot Sauce" doesn't know how his partner will deal with the big man, but after the game restarted, the new player, the little man named Williams, has approached him with the ball.

Although he has never dealt with this black boy, seeing that the other party is almost 1.8 meters tall and also not very strong, Chapin is confident to pester the other party.

On the street, not many people are real defense experts, and most people still prefer to focus on how to get through each other or play new superior moves.

This is how the street advocates freedom, performance and show off personality. Even people who are humiliated recognize this fact.

If you always have nothing to do, you can make a regular layup, or keep that kind of insipid middle shot, then you will never make your name on the street.

Sometimes, that kind of impromptu performance can eat on the street, and defense is dispensable.

Chapin's defensive skills are not strong enough, especially his speed is a little slow, but he knows how to jam the opponent's forward route, the confrontation between the point guards, and more to interfere with the opponent.

Just like Chapin torturing the defender who had left the field in the previous game, he was always disrupting the rhythm of his opponent's possession with his flexible hands and forcing the opponent to make mistakes.

Now he is also going to use this way to curb Williams. Anyway, there is not much time left in the game. It takes one more second, which is good news for Brooklyn.

If you can make a beautiful steal, it may detonate the stands again. Chapin doesn't think the black boy who has been squatting on the bench has anything to do.

Chapin is waiting one step outside the three-point line. He wants to try to stick it after the other party enters this area to disrupt his rhythm.

But what happened the next second made Chapin, a top master who had been on the street for three years, stunned, because the black boy did not continue to advance at all. As soon as he stepped past the half, he directly raised his hand and threw the basketball out, as if he were a novice who could not play basketball in a three-pointer.

And the distance between the three-pointer is really a little far. Copy, that black boy, he has just crossed the half! No matter how you look at it, it is a very unreliable attack.

But that black boy seems to have planned to do this from the beginning, otherwise he would not have thrown it so decisively. The basketball is like a hot potato in his hand.

Copy! What's going on!?" Maybe Chapin himself is not the only one who is exclaiming.

Seeing a pure amateur performance like Williams, he opened his mouth wide and looked stunned.

At this moment, most of the more than 2,000 people standing in the stands subconsciously thought that the guys in Queens were really short-circuited.

They not only sent out a bald madman, but also set up a standard basketball idiot.

Nima! Even if it was Reggie Miller to play the game, he didn't dare to shoot so casually just after half-time! Besides, the guy named Williams hasn't even warmed up!

The posture in which he threw the basketball out looked very amateur no matter how he looked at it, but the curvature was indeed very high.

But most people want to scold him when they see his performance. When they came bald, many people wanted to see if there was still a possibility of a turnaround in the game.

But that black boy suddenly came to such a trick. You really think you are God! Just throw a three-pointer and you can score!

Throw three points directly from so far away, I'm afraid no one can block him like a prophet.

So when Williams threw the basketball out, everyone was a little stunned, including the players from Brooklyn.

When he reacted, the basketball had already flown to the basket. Although it didn't seem to be able to score directly, Chapin subconsciously turned around to see who could get the rebound.

As long as he is a normal person, he will not think that the boy can score points by throwing it casually.

If your own people get the rebound, Chapin doesn't mind starting to run around at this time and have a beautiful fast attack.

But when Chapin looked back, what he saw was not the old man Harrel successfully taking off the rebound, but a back that he had stepped into the air in the setting sun in the afternoon.

The basketball did not hit the rebound, because a pair of strong hands had captured it in mid-air.

That's a pair of hands big enough to fully master the basketball so that it can't fall down according to the rules of gravity.

Harrell has been performing all kinds of difficult dunks on the basketball court with his spring-like legs since the day he entered AND1.

It can be said that Harrel won the job contract of AND1 by his bouncing ability. Although his height is only 2.03 meters, his vertical jump height is not inferior to that of any well-known buckler.

Otherwise, he would not be the main power forward in the AND1 tour team with such a height, and it is impossible to get the data of two pairs per game on average.

But at this moment, Harrel began to doubt himself, doubting whether his legs still had the strong jumping ability.

He and the bald ** took off almost at the same time, and he was closer to the landing point of basketball than the other party.

But the reality seriously frustrated Harel's self-confidence. The bald man**, who was covered with tendons, did not rely on his strong body to get stuck at all.

But his hands caught the basketball earlier than Harrel, which was a confrontation that purely used bounce to determine the victory or defeat.

"He jumped taller than me?" Although when the other party came over, Harrell knew that he was indeed a few centimeters shorter than the other party.

But it is not the first time for Harrell to defeat an opponent higher than himself on the court. Even if the bald ** in front of him is very strong, Harrell is confident that he can deal with him in the confrontation.

Especially this kind of confrontation is purely for jumping, and strong muscles do not have much advantage.

But at this moment, Harrel found that the bald man's hands were really very big, and his arms were obviously longer than his own. What's more terrible was that the guy's bouncing ability was even better than himself!

This is not over. After Harrel failed to bounce, he subconsciously wanted to take away the basketball in the opponent's hand with his fingertips.

He hopes that such interference can make the basketball fly out of the bottom line or cause the other party to get out of hand.

The two people flying in the air did not focus at all, but the moment Harrel's fingertips touched the basketball, he obviously felt that his body was flying backwards in the air.

Power, absolute power, Harriell's hand has been pressed on the basketball, but now he can't push the ball out at all, and the worst thing is that he was fiercely pushed back by the opponent.

All this just happened in a flash. When the fierce force pressed the basketball to break through Harel's blockade, Harrel could even feel that his fingertips were rubbed by the basketball.

And he couldn't control the balance of his body and was directly knocked out in the air.

"Bang!" When the basketball was stuffed into the basket by those hands, even the voice seemed so violent.

The baskets in Locke Park rarely hang nets. This kind of purest and primitive iron basket has always been the symbol here, but at this moment, the basket moans like metal in the violent pulling.

The whole basketball rack was also shaking and shaking. The power of the big hands lifted everyone's nerves, and everyone was stunned to see all this happening in front of them.

At the moment when the big man named Chen Feng was in the air, it was like a B-52 heavy bomber full of ammunition, hovering in the basket and roaring until he dropped the bomb that destroyed everything.

"What the fuck, am I dazzled or dreaming? That guy actually came to an air relay across half-court!"

Jerry's exclamation beside him was already implicit, because the more than 2,000 people present expressed their emotions with inhalation and exclamation almost at the same time.

Only the perpetrator seemed to have no feelings for all this. He didn't even care about the voices of surprise. He just looked at Harrell, who was knocked to the ground with a strange smile on his face.

"I've just said that I'm afraid you will regret appearing here. Remember a sentence. Don't pretend to be with me. You will really get hurt. This is just the beginning. I hope you still have the courage to survive until the end of the game."

Maybe Harrel will regret it at this moment. Why did he have to flirt with such a guy who looks very stingy just now? Maybe he is not used to that guy's arrogant appearance, or his very calm attitude.

It seems that from the beginning, that guy didn't care who his opponent was. He pretended to be a watering can and cursed, but he just spit on his teammates and fell behind.

As for the winner, as he said, he didn't want to lose the hundred dollars.

The back and stuffy chest on the cement floor are telling Harrell that the animal in front of him has turned into a frightening beast.

The unreasonable air relay just now has cast a shadow on his heart.

The "Duke of Tango" on the sidelines has replayed those all-shot rap music. In this old ruffian's opinion, maybe this game has become interesting from this moment.