Several iron doors in the center of Staples were tightly closed, and thick and long iron chains were circled several times on the iron door, with a large lock hanging on it.

In the security room, more than a dozen security guards fell there unconsciously, their bodies were tightly tied with plastic ropes, and their mouths were also stuffed with rags.

...

At this moment, the first quarter of the game has ended.

Espn TV prepared a surprise for everyone during the break, and they connected boxing champion Floyd Mayweather.

“…Yes, I was knocked down, but I don’t think I can’t beat Cresey, I’m professional.”

"But you said it yourself, you were knocked down." Joan Barry said with a wicked smile.

"Yes, because I drank a lot of wine that night, and I was a little drunk at that time, otherwise I would never have been touched by Cresey's fist."

"So, what do you think of Cresey's fighting level?"

"This is exactly the other point I want to say. Cresey is definitely not an ordinary person. His fighting level is definitely professional. I was confused by his identity as a basketball player." Motherway's voice seemed quite annoyed.

"Since you are all professional, can I think that your knockdown is a reflection of the opponent's strength?" Joan Barry's words hidden in his trap.

"No, no, no," Motherway said quickly, "I said I was drunk. Although they were both professional, there were differences among professional fighters. I don't think Cresey's level was better than me. I was already drunk at that time and was a little confused."

"If you were asked to fight another game..."

"If we were to play another game, I would definitely win, and I would knock him down in three rounds." Motherway said authentically.

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

"Three minutes? I said that Cresey is also professional, he is not weak."

"Would you really want to have another fight with Cresey?"

"Of course I do, in the ring!"

"Haha, OK, thank you for our boxing champion, goodbye." The connection was disconnected. Joan Barry looked at the Clippers' rest area below the stage and said to the microphone: "Cresey, Motherway is willing to play another boxing match with you. Are you willing to accept it?"

Below, a staff member handed the microphone to Cresey Balls.

Cresey took the microphone, how could he be afraid? He simply said: "Of course I am willing, but there is a premise-the league cannot punish me for this, and my appearance fee cannot be lower than Motherway."

In the stands, agent Tony Parker was already excited. You should know that the appearance fee for a boxing match is higher than the annual income of nBa players, especially Cresey is not an unknown person.

There were also huge discussions at the scene. This was the first time I heard that the cross-border competition from the basketball court to the boxing ring in the past was that the cross-border in the fighting world was at most an indiscriminate cross-border between the wrestlers and the boxers.

And both sides crossing the border are celebrities.

If this cross-border competition is successfully held, it will definitely have huge influence and business returns.

I hope David Stern will not block this event.

Countless people think so, not only the melon-eating crowd, but many people in the boxing and basketball worlds have this idea, which will greatly promote the influence of both sides.

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

The other party is obviously a professional fighter, and he is more than one level taller than himself, but because he is a basketball player, people are naturally placed in the position of the weak.

I played against him, it was worth winning, but I lost... Haha, I guess I was criticized by a huge amount.

However, during the telephone connection, he had to propose another match, one to save face of failure, and the other to avoid people thinking that it was scared.

Then he saw Cresey agreeing to his challenge on TV, and he felt a little depressed, but also a little excited.

After all, he is a real boxer. The mentality of defeating powerful opponents has become some of his instincts in the fierce competitions.

Maybe I should have gained weight, but... Damn, this guy's figure is so tall, his long arms are simply a nightmare for all boxers.

I don’t know if David Stern will stop this game. Hasn’t he always disagree with nBa players doing dangerous sports?

Just as Motherway was thinking about it, suddenly something happened on the TV screen made him widen his eyes, "Farke, what's going on?!"

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

Is this a performance of some kind?

This idea came to mind from many people and Motherway at the scene.

This man is in his forties, with a head of gold, tall body, and a clear appearance, giving people a cold feeling.

At this moment, he was holding an m16 automatic rifle in his hand, with the muzzle facing the sky.

The Los Angeles Clippers and Golden State Warriors players who were preparing to play on the sidelines were both surprised to look at the person.

Especially the Clippers players, they were extremely puzzled.

When did the team make this happen?

Why don't we know?

At this moment, a flame suddenly burst out from the muzzle of the m16 raised by the man. The crisp sound of bullets spewed, accompanied by the falling fragments of the stadium roof, leaving the entire stadium silent.

This is a real gun?!

Motherway in front of the TV is stunned. What are the tricks of the Clippers playing!?

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

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

"Is this a performance event for the Clippers?"

Elgin Baylor, who was sitting on the side of the court, opened his eyes and said, "I know nothing!"

Just then, two men in camouflage uniforms approached the lecture seat without realizing it, and two pistols were pressed on the heads of Jeff Van Gundy and Joan Barry.

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

terrorist?!

The two were sweating all over.

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 the microphone he was wearing on his ears, "Hey," and his hoarse voice rang throughout the court.

"Hello everyone, my name is George Dundee, a retired officer of the 6th American Navy Team, with the rank of colonel. I'm sorry to meet you in this way. Don't worry, I just want to talk to the US government. As long as you don't run around, there will be no danger. But if you don't obey and move around-"

Before they could finish their words, the audience sitting in the back row was already in agitation, and many people hunched their bodies towards the exit of the stadium.

Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang bang!

A series of gunfire sounded, and several spectators who left their seats fell into a pool of blood.
Chapter completed!