Chapter 225 Iron Man

Latest website: By this time, the media had already known the news, and the news that Feilong had been shot began to spread. By the time Zhao Dong left the operating room, it had spread all over the world.

"Feilong was shot three times and shot a gangster in retaliation. His life was in danger!" New York Times.

"Feilong was shot four times. Police Shanshan arrived late and was inefficient. This was the primary reason why Feilong was shot. If Feilong died as a result, the New York Police Department should be held accountable." New York Sports News.

The whole of New York was shocked. The playoffs were about to begin, but the team leader, leader and core Feilong was shot. This shocked all Knicks fans.

"Karl, Feilong was shot five times. Watch the TNT live TV. They are right in front of the hospital."

John Stockton made a phone call to Karl Malone.

"Great! Damn the Chinese, this is the result of his tyranny in the league." Postman Karl Malone was extremely excited after hearing the news.

Jordan stared at the TV and was stunned for a few minutes before he came to his senses. He shook his head helplessly and said to himself: "No, no, this is not the result I want. What I want is to defeat him head-on, not rely on the bullets of those damn gangsters." Defeat him."

O'Neill learned about it from media reporters. One reporter told him that Zhao Dong was shot to death indiscriminately. He didn't believe it at first. He didn't believe it until the reporter repeatedly assured the authenticity of the news.

He even shed tears like a shark and said very sadly: "Feilong was shot to death. This is really a sad thing. The NBA has lost a superstar, a historical superstar... Oh, he also gave a gift He gave me a pair of Silver Devils, I like them very much, I owe him a favor, and hope he is well in heaven."

At this time, Stern and a group of executives, plus several technical advisors and people from the referee committee, were holding a meeting to revise the "Anti-Isolated Singles Rules."

"boom!"

The door of the conference room was pushed open with great force. Xiao Hua ran over and said in a panic: "Mr. President, Feilong was shot while shopping in the supermarket. I heard that he was shot to death indiscriminately."

"What?"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"Did the police kill him?" a black executive asked blankly.

“I don’t know the specific situation,

The media coverage right now is chaotic. Xiao Hua said.

"Everyone is dead, is there any need to discuss it now?" A high-ranking official said.

"Meeting dismissed."

Stern's expression was extremely gloomy.

He was in a terrible mood when the next "Jordan" promoted by the league had such an accident.

"Contact the Knicks immediately. I want to know the specific situation." He said to Xiao Hua coldly.

"I understand, sir, I'll contact you immediately." Xiao Hua said quickly.

After recording a confession in the hospital, Zhao Dong was about to leave the hospital.

There were all media reporters outside, more than one or two hundred of them. The streets were blocked. All the cars leaving the hospital were stopped by the media, including the cars of Zhao Dong and his group.

In order to get home as soon as possible, he had to roll down the car window a little.

"Oh, it's Feilong, he's not dead, he's not dead!"

"Oh, my God, Feilong is not dead. Wasn't he shot to death randomly?"

"He was shot seven times and still didn't die. Is he Iron Man?"

"He was shot five times and nothing seems to have happened. Is he a devil muscleman?"

When the reporters surrounding the car saw Zhao Dong's face, their jaws dropped and they started shouting.

"Hey, my shoe fell off!"

"Don't worry about it, just squeeze in."

Suddenly, all the reporters rushed over, like a surging wave, and the scene was suddenly chaotic.

"Feilong, it looks like you're fine. Weren't you shot three times?"

"I'm okay, I suffered some minor injuries."

"Will it affect the playoffs?"

"Depending on the situation, I hope it won't affect the team's title defense."

"Did you shoot a gangster with your own hands?"

"No comment on that."

"Will you change your career to be a killer or a mercenary?"

"Go see a doctor, you're out of your mind."

"How many people have you killed?"

"Do you feel pleasure from killing someone?"

"Are you Iron Man?"

"Have you ever practiced Chinese Kung Fu?"

Countless questions were thrown out, and the reporters were like animals in heat, extremely excited. Zhao Dong selectively asked a few questions, but ignored the rest and closed the car window.

"Mr. President, the latest news is that Feilong is not dead. He left the hospital and went home." At the league headquarters, Xiao Hua opened the door of Stern's office and shouted excitedly.

Stern ignored Xiao Hua, directly grabbed the phone on his desk and dialed General Manager Grant's mobile phone.

"Hello, Mr. Stern." Grant answered the phone in the car.

Xiao Hua had contacted him just now, and now Stern called him personally, which shows that the league is also anxious.

"Mr. Grant, what's the specific situation of Feilong now?" Stern asked seriously.

"He was shot twice, one in the right chest and one in the left thigh, but there is no big problem, but he may be choked in the playoffs this time," Grant said.

"Let him rest."

Stern breathed a sigh of relief and hung up the phone first.

"Mr. President, do you want to continue to revise the anti-isolated singles rules?" Xiao Hua asked cautiously.

Stern was startled, thought for a moment and then said: "Go on, the flying dragon will come back sooner or later."

The Knicks management team sent Zhao Dong back to the villa, and his car parked outside the supermarket was also driven back.

Countless media reporters surrounded Zhao Dong's villa. James Dowland asked the six security personnel following him to stay and guard outside to prevent Zhao Dong from being disturbed by the media.

In addition, at the request of Mr. Daolan, the police station also arranged for several police officers to guard here to prevent further problems.

"Feilong, just stay at home and recuperate. I'll have the medical staff come to your home to change your dressing. If you want anything, call me."

Ringwells said.

"Feilong, although the injury is not too serious, he was hit twice after all. Those are two holes. It takes time for the muscles to grow and heal, and there is also a hole in the ribs. So I suggest you not to play in this year's playoffs. The most important thing is to recuperate and we will come back next season.”

Neil Grant said.

Others also agreed. Boss James Dowland said: "Feilong, don't be reckless. You are still young. What we are looking forward to is your future. Jordan was seriously injured in the second season that year, and he also sat out for a season."

"husband?"

Lindsay didn't speak, but she agreed with the management's opinion.

"It depends on the situation. I won't mess around." Zhao Dong nodded.

His gunshot wound was considered a moderate injury at best. Today, his level 100 injury immunity quality exempted him from death and serious injury. Without this quality, he would be finished today. His muscles and crispy ribs would not be able to block the bullet, and his lungs would not be able to block the bullet. To be blown up again.

"That's it, let's leave first and let Feilong and Miss Lindsay have a good rest." James Dolan stood up.

"Husband, I was scared to death today. Thank you for protecting me."

After everyone left, the pale Lindsay leaned against Zhao Dong.

"Fool, you are my wife. Isn't it natural for me to protect you?" Zhao Dong smiled.

At this point, he said fearfully: "Let Wells find a dozen bodyguards tomorrow. The United States is overrun with guns and it's really too dangerous."

I didn't think it at the time, but now I think about it, what if he hit Lindsay when he was shooting against that damn guy?

"Well, I want the best bodyguard." Lin said.

Zhao Dong didn't wait for tomorrow. He picked up his phone and called Wells who had just left.

"Linge, I want a dozen official bodyguards, the best ones with the most professional ethics, the ones who can block guns for us. By the way, I heard that there are some kind of bodyguards with a license to kill? That kind of bodyguards? Best. Also, it should be half male and half male," he said after getting through.

"Oh, Feilong, I can't find the one with a license."

Wells smiled helplessly: "I try to find the best bodyguard, but the price is much more expensive."

"The price doesn't matter, I have more money." Zhao Dong said.

He hung up the phone, and then Lindsay said: "If Mr. Wells can't find the best, Mrs. Dorisa should be able to find the best bodyguard in the world. She has called just now and is very worried about you. Condition."

"That's okay." Zhao Dong nodded.

"Brother Dong, oops, I just saw the news..."

"It's okay, I'm fine."

At this time, Dayao called, sounding very worried. After understanding the situation, he felt relieved.

It was almost dark, and around seven o'clock, Zhao Dong called home.

"Hello, Dongdong?"

Li Meizhu answered the phone and asked, "I called you this morning. What's the matter?"

"It's okay, Mom. I'm just going to ask if breakfast has been eaten at home. Grandpa and grandma are okay with their appetites. I'm preparing to make dinner here."

"I just made the dumplings, but they haven't been cooked yet. The old man and the old lady are fine. They are just talking about when they will have their great-grandson."

"Ahem, Mom, there may be news later. Don't worry, I'm fine."

"What news? Does it have anything to do with you?"

"Shooting incident."

"What?"

"It's okay. There are guns everywhere in the United States. When I went to the supermarket, someone fired two shots."

"Are you okay then?" Li Meizhu asked anxiously.

"It's okay. Can you call me if you need anything? You're still alive and kicking." Zhao Dong comforted him.

"Ancestors bless you, that's good. Don't go to the supermarket anymore. If you want to buy something, let the workers buy it. What's the use of hiring six or seven workers at home?"

"knew."

The mother and son chatted for a while before hanging up the phone.

At this time, the old man and his wife came back from a walk outside. They turned on the TV and prepared to watch the morning news. Li Meizhu was talking about what Zhao Dong had just said.

The old man and the old lady both came here amid a hail of bullets. Although they were very concerned about Zhao Dong's safety, they were not frightened.

Two minutes later, they learned the news that Zhao Dong had been shot.

Fortunately, Zhao Dong called in advance and knew that Zhao Dong was fine, so he was not frightened.

"This kid, I called him when I said he was fine, but it turns out he was shot..." Li Meizhu was still sweating from fear.

She dared to make another phone call, asked about the detailed situation, and repeatedly told Zhao Dong and the two not to go to those dangerous places in the future.

Zhao Dong was about to make dinner when Oakley and the others arrived outside the villa and were stopped by the police and security.

"Feilong, are you okay? Damn it, are you more unlucky than Patrick?" Oakley shouted when he came outside.

"No, no, I'm much better than him. There's nothing wrong with me. I just had more than a dozen stitches." Zhao Dong said.

"Boss, can I play in the first round?" Alan Houston asked.

"It depends on the situation." Zhao Dong said.

"Zhao Dong, don't force yourself. You were shot twice, so you should stay in the hospital." Hu Weidong said.

"It's okay, look."

He lifted up his clothes and showed everyone the wound on his chest. There was only a piece of gauze on it, but there was no blood at all.

"Pa bang..."

He patted the wound on his stomach twice and said, "Look..."

This brutal action made everyone's lips twitch, but they were relieved.

"Okay, okay, I haven't had dinner yet, you should go first." Zhao Dong chased them away.

"We haven't eaten either, just in time to give you a meal." Hu Weidong said.

"Yes, I'll eat at your place." Oakley smiled.

"Are you here to see me, or are you just looking for food?" Zhao Dong had no choice but to invite everyone into his home.

"The flying dragon transformed into Iron Man, subdued two people and killed one even after being shot twice. It's a miracle!" reported the New York Times.

"The New York Dragon, the real Iron Man! Hollywood, let's take action and make a bid for the Dragon. This is an excellent movie script! Marvel can also take action, and you can plan the filming of Iron Man." New York Sports Report.

At this time, the news that Zhao Dong was only slightly injured spread to the world through the crazy hype of the New York media.

At this time, his popularity and influence around the world skyrocketed after the shooting.

"Damn, even a gun can't kill him?" Karl Malone couldn't believe it when he saw the news on TV.

"You can't be killed by a gun. How did he do strength training to develop such strong muscles? Is it natural? Maybe he has practiced Chinese Kung Fu?"

When Jordan saw the news about the ESPN reporter's interview with Dr. McGregor, he was so shocked that he didn't even know he dropped his cigar.

"Damn Feilong, you killed me!" O'Neill cursed in great annoyance when he saw the news.

In an interview with the media not long ago, he spilled the beans and revealed that he likes the Silver Devils. Now the media is hyping it up, saying that he wants to abandon Reebok and switch to the Silver Devils. Now Reebok is negotiating with his agent. .

TV organizations such as TNT, ABC, and ESPN responded quickly and arranged a program about Zhao Dong being shot that night.

As the playoffs approach, these programs have the same focus, two in total. The biggest focus is that Zhao Dong was shot twice but was not seriously injured. Is he the hidden Iron Man?

After dinner, Zhao Dong first let the frightened Lindsay go to bed, then turned on the TV and tuned to the TNT channel.

This show is hosted by Bill Walton. Several guests are current or retired NBA stars, including Knicks Hall of Fame member Willis Reed, Lakers superstar Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, and current star Grant Hill. and Iverson.

Neither Hill's Pistons nor Iverson's teams entered the playoffs. One was 11th in the Eastern Conference and the other was 14th in the Eastern Conference. They were typical bad teams.

When the show was about to start, Zhao Dong received a call from Wells.

He thought Wells had found a bodyguard for him, but no, what Wells said had nothing to do with the bodyguard.

"Feilong, my phone has been buzzing with calls. There are dozens of Hollywood movie companies who want to buy your story and they want to put it on the movie screen. Also, Marvel also called me. He wants to create a story for you. Design another Iron Man comic book character and bring it to the screen."

Wells shouted excitedly.

"Linger, you'd better deal with my bodyguard first. If you can't handle it, I'll find someone to help." After replying, Zhao Dong hung up the phone angrily.

He is not short of money, so he has no interest in this.

Lindsay doesn't want to be a public figure and has no interest in it either.

"Okay, the time has come. Let us first express our condolences to Feilong."

At this time the show started, Bill Walton shouted to the camera: "Feilong, are you watching my show? Okay, I'll pretend you are watching my show. Are you okay? How does it feel to be shot? Is there any fear? Will there be any psychological shadow?"

"Stop talking nonsense, stop wasting time, start your show." Zhao Dong complained.

"Iron Man, let us call the flying dragon this way from now on, what do you think?" Bill Walton said with a smile.

"ok."

"No gun can penetrate his chest. He is the real incarnation of Iron Man."

There was no objection, and several guests nodded at the same time.

Well, just as the show started, it gave Zhao Dong another nickname, Iron Man.

"Does anyone know what kind of gun was used to shoot the dragon?" Bill Walton asked.

Everyone else shook their heads. Iverson said: "All the news did not mention this, and the police did not announce this situation. We don't know."

"I think it's a small-caliber cell phone, maybe a .22? If it was a Desert Eagle, Iron Man would also be blown up."

Jabbar spat.

"Haha..." Several people laughed.

"Tiangou, you are Bruce Lee's disciple, so do you think Iron Man knows Kung Fu? Is this the reason?" Bill Walton asked.

Speaking of this, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar perked up and said with a smile: "Yes, I have thought about it too. I know there is a kind of kung fu called hard qigong in China. Maybe Iron Man has practiced it?"

"Oh, hard Qigong that can stop bullets?" Several other people exclaimed.

"Actually, I agree with Dr. McConnell's guess that there was something wrong with the bullet. What do you think?" Bill Walton said.

"That's right, otherwise his lungs will be blown out, and no matter how strong his muscles are, it will be useless." Willis Reed laughed.

The first hot topic about whether Zhao Dong is Iron Man was just a random chat among everyone, and then we moved on to the second hot topic.

With Zhao Dong on hiatus, how far can the Knicks go in the playoffs? Will they be defeated in the first round, eliminated in the second round, or eliminated in the Eastern Conference Finals?

There was no discussion about the possibility of the Knicks reaching the finals, because without Zhao Dong, no one was optimistic about the Knicks reaching the finals.

Willis Reed sighed: "This is really unlucky. We are a single-core team. Without the dragon, we can no longer talk about winning the championship."

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