"Come here and you!"

Cresey betrayed George Dundee, shouted loudly, and reached out to grab his neck.

After all, George Dundee was a fierce man fighting on the battlefield. When he encountered such an emergency and was seriously injured, he did not dodge, but waved the butt in his hand and smashed it over, as if he was dying together.

Cresey's heart was not disturbed. If this man was far away, he would definitely not be able to beat him by relying on the guns in his hand, but now...

With his figure falling to the ground, he slid a few dexterous steps and stepped on the seven stars, George Dundee was instantly confused by him.

Then, a powerful palm cut heavily on his right hand holding the gun, and m16 landed on the ground.

Then, an arm wrapped around his neck, and with a gentle force, George Dundee suddenly felt troubled in his breathing, his whole body was soft, and the power in his body seemed to suddenly disappear.

He... this kid succeeded!

"Who is this kid?"

In the combat conference room, the American president suddenly turned around and asked, with a remnant look of shock on his face.

"Crecy Barrs, nineteen years old, Los Angeles native, third overall pick this year, nBa-level star." The capable female secretary quickly gave the answer.

"Is he really a basketball player?" The US president had an inexplicable impulse in his heart, wanting to call the big men of the Ministry of Defense who were sitting here to question, why are you so-called trained elite soldiers not even as good as a basketball player?

And he is still a nineteen-year-old rookie!

In the basketball hall, in front of the TV, in front of the computer screen... were countless pairs of shocked eyes, one by one showing disbelief.

Especially those who are familiar with Cresey, such as Russell Westbrook, and Nick Young.

Suddenly Westbrook remembered something, picked up the phone and broadcast a number. After a while, the phone was connected: "Madam Joan, are you watching TV again?"

“…”

"No? That's great"

“…”

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

“…”

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

After hanging up the phone, Westbruce breathed a sigh of relief, and the end of the phone was Cresey's mother.

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 market. Thanks to her son's fame, during this period of cashiering, the gangsters on this street would never have the idea of ​​this market.

So, she worked very long.

Of course, I earn a lot.

...

Kevin Durant was almost jumping out of the sand, he was so nervous.

He always thought that his second pick was given to him by Cresey, so he really regarded Cresey as his brother. At this moment, seeing Cresey in danger, the tension in his heart was no less than Westbrook.

Especially, when Cresey successfully held the terrorist hostage, he clearly saw several people in the hostage group standing up, taking out a gun and pointing it at Cresey, one of which was less than fifteen meters behind him.

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

Then, he saw Cresey Balls lying on the TV screen, bringing the terrorist leader to the ground, then rolling, and a gun in his hand was added, which was the m16 of the terrorist leader.

Da da da da da!

A gun in the hand of a bandit fired, and then his companion pressed down, "Nick, what are you going to do? The boss is still in that kid's hand."

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

If he hadn't reacted in time, the bullet would have hit him and George Dundee.

"Hehe, boy, I advise you not to get involved. You are just a basketball player, not a government agent."

The wound on George Dundee's broken leg ruptured under a series of actions of Cresey and began to bleed. But he didn't care at all, but threatened Cresey, and he continued:

"We are all outlaws, and before we decide to do this for the dead guys on the battlefield, we have completely put life and death aside. It's useless for you to hold me hostage. My companions will kill me and then kill you."

"Not necessarily, look, the gunshots stopped."

Cresey sneered and poked half of his head out from under George Dundee, looking coldly at the person who shot behind him just now.

This is a strong white man in his thirties, with golden and blue eyes, and his eyes are very fierce, like a wounded beast.

At this moment, this guy named Nick was being held by a companion, and he kept struggling and said, "Didn't you see that George has been held hostage by the other party? We agreed in advance - once this happens, you can shoot and kill them together, and you will never compromise."

"Are you crazy? We still have a chance to save George. That kid is just a basketball player."

"Let me go, you idiot, do you think an ordinary basketball player can kill Cady with one punch?"

"He has only one person!"

"One person? Haha! A dangerous beast is much more terrifying than a group of sheep eating grass!" Nick replied coldly.

At this time, almost all the terrorists hidden among the hostages appeared, about twenty people, and the original one, there were still forty-eight people (the deaths were not counted), so it was hard to see how they brought so many weapons in.

Cresey dragged George up, pointed the m16 at Nick with one hand, hesitating whether to shoot.

To be honest, he had no confidence in using a gun. If he had a knife, he would feel more convenient.

At this moment, Nick had been let go by his companions. He looked at Cresey with a cold look and no intention of dodging. Instead, he walked straight towards the two of them.

The companion was afraid that he would shoot George again, so he followed him.

The other bandits stayed in their positions, and the bandits who appeared sat down again and mingled in the crowd.

In the combat conference room, the president asked: "Did you remember it just now? How many terrorists pretend to be hostages?"

"The few people who appeared in the camera have recorded it, and the appearance pictures have been cut off. They have been sent to the FBI's forensics department for facial recognition. The identity can be found soon, but there is no way to do anything that is not taken in the camera." The secretary said calmly.

The president nodded and asked again: "How are the money prepared?"

"It will be available in about four minutes."

"very good."

...

Nick walked closer, looked at Cresey's appearance carefully, then grinned and said with a cold smile: "Boy, are you sure you want to meddle in other people's business?"
Chapter completed!