Nick was beaten to death by his companions, and was wronged and frustrated, but he also bought time.

When Nick took action, Cresey, who was in the smoke, wanted to follow him in person, but after he stood up, he saw a soldier wearing a black bulletproof vest approaching.

When Nick was beaten to death, the man had already come behind the remaining bandit, hugged his head with both hands and twisted it, and then broke the bandit's neck.

"Hmph, I, Garrison, aren't that easy to kill!"

This man was Garrison who had thought he had been killed in the corridor below.

Cresey lay back again.

Fortunately, the smoke was rich, and his previous actions were not very big, and he was not exposed or exposed to the camera.

...

Success!

In the combat conference room, the president suddenly fisted, and the generals around the table cheered, only the five-star general was a little lonely.

His inappropriate response would bring a great stain on his political career, especially the families of soldiers who died in his orders, who would inevitably hate him to the core.

The president glanced at the five-star general without a trace and thought to himself: "It seems that he can change to someone who is more obedient in the position of Minister of Defense."

...

In the arena, some people who survived the disaster burst into tears, some were dull, some were excited, and some were depressed and moaned...

Elgin Baylor's arm was scratched by a bullet. He seemed to be unaware of anything, and his eyes were dull and he looked at the stadium below...

There, the smoke gradually dissipated.

Cresey Balls...

Elgin Baylor's eyes were a little heavy, the team's star rookie, the team's future cornerstone, the team's hope for the team's rise...has it disappeared like this?

He didn't think that Cresey Balls could survive such a big explosion, and even if he survived, he could not play basketball...

Just as I was thinking, I saw a fat figure below suddenly running towards the court. It was Old Dunleavy...what is he going to do?

In a puzzled manner, he saw a group of Clippers players rushing to the stadium.

In the smoke slowly dissipated, Dunleavy and several players rushed out with one person, "Come on, he is still alive, and Cresey is still alive!"

"What! Cresey is still alive!" Elgin Baylor stood up suddenly, rushing towards the court without caring about the pain in the wound.

The live broadcast camera is still facing the stadium, and the smoke dissipated is like the afterglow of sadness!

The hostage was saved, but the hero Cresey died. In front of the TV and on the Internet, countless people felt sad...

Until they saw the movements of Old Dunleavy and the Clippers players, until they saw Cresey being carried out, Old Dunleavy was still shouting desperately, "Come on, he is still alive, Cresey is still alive!"

Cresey is still alive!

Countless people stood up excitedly, and some Los Angeles locals rushed out of their homes. They were going to the scene to witness the hero's resurrection.

Westbrook had already rushed out of the dormitory and kept praying in his heart, "Brother, you must not be in trouble..."

...

When Cresey "wakes up" (actually pretending to be dizzy and falls asleep halfway through), comments about the terrorist attack were heard from the TV in the ward.

At this moment, the host was talking about the "hero" Cresey, "...This is simply a miracle. In such an explosion, I was lucky to have not suffered particularly serious injuries. Even after he healed, it did not affect basketball. I think this is God's favor for him, and God, he also doesn't have the heart to see this righteous and kind child die..."

"I don't believe in God, I believe in the ancestors of Taoism!" Cresey said in his heart.

Then, his consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Chivalrous value: 21.47 million points.

In just a short time... he looked at the wall clock on the wall. It was one o'clock in the morning... Only five or six hours have passed, and the value of chivalrous has increased by nearly 10 million points. The cost of buying a mid- and long-range shooting bonus card is he almost making money back?

marvelous!

The next day, at 8 o'clock in the morning, Russell Westbrook walked into the ward with a handful of wild flowers picked from somewhere.

"Oh, man, you woke up. Yesterday you scared me to death. I thought you were really going to see God."

He saw Cresey eating a hearty breakfast (bought by a nurse who worships heroes), and rushed over and prepared to give him a hug.

"Stop!" Cresey quickly stopped him, "My ribs are broken, but I can't stand you doing this."

"Okay OK, I just want to show my enthusiasm." Westbrook put the wildflower in his hand in a cup, and then looked at Cresey curiously, his familiar and unfamiliar brother.

He never knew that the brothers who grew up together were so powerful!

"By the way, does my mom know about this?" Cresey asked suddenly.

"I probably don't know yet. I've inquired. Your mother went to night shift yesterday and fell asleep when she came back... But I guess she'll be worried when she wakes up and sees the news. You'll be ready to be scolded."

"Well, it seems I still have a few hours of peace to enjoy." Cresey shrugged.

"Calm down? Don't even think about it. When I came, I saw reporters and people who seemed to be government staff were parking. They must have come for you. Also, there were Los Angeles police on duty outside the hospital and your ward, otherwise your place would have been filled with a long time ago."

"bu11shit!" Cresey showed a disgusting expression, and then suddenly asked, "Then how did you come in?"

"Haha, I came last night, those policemen already know me."

Cresey asked again: "By the way, has anyone of my teammates been injured?"

"No, they are all safe."

"Very good. It seems that the team can still play games. I don't think that when I return, the team had already booked the top few drafts next season (the worse the results, the higher the draft)."

"Brother, you are so heartless. You are still thinking about playing games!" Westbrook looked admired.

"Of course, I'm making a living by this."

“…”

The two were saying unnutritional words when the knock on the door sounded, dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong

"Please come in!" Cresey said.

"Your trouble is here." Westbrook blinked.

"Hello, Mr. Cresey Barrs, I'm John Patton of the FBI." A white man with brown eyes pushed the door open.

"Wow, it's the FBI." Westbrook blinked and stepped out tactfully.

After Westbrook brought the ward gate, the FBI official named John sat down and looked at Cresey Balls and said, "Cresey, I'm here today to know a few questions. You can answer..."

He hesitated for a moment and said, "If it is inconvenient, you can not answer."

Cresey looked at him and could see that John seemed a little excited when he saw him, and a little...respected.
Chapter completed!