Chapter 260: Unexpected encounter and Leon's iron fist

The Celtics' training camp is proceeding in an orderly manner. As the training intensity increases and the number of events increases, the Celtics players increasingly feel that their brains are not enough. 1 Novel ≤≤≤≤≤≤≤≤≤≦≦﹤﹤＜﹤
First, Leon’s Hawkeye training system opened the eyes of all Celtics rookies, especially Rick Carlisle. He didn't expect this guy to have such an ability to hang up. In this regard, other teaching assistants have expressed that Carlisle is rare and strange.
It is Kevin Garnett, who has really strong adaptability. In just two days, he was completely able to accept this strange training defense against Leon and performed quite well in training. Although this will be his 9th season in the league and nearly ten years of nBa playing experience, his physical condition is extremely good, and his skills and consciousness have reached the peak.
And when the training gradually entered the right track, the team rarely saw the players laughing and joking, everyone began to tense their nerves, especially after the beginning of the preseason in January, the whole team entered the battle state.
Every morning, the players will arrive early and start free practice. Some strengthen their strength, some strengthen their shots, some find an assistant coach for technical polishing, or simply practice physical fitness. From top to bottom, the Celtics are in a good training atmosphere, except for one person, that is veteran Strickland.
When the training camp just started in mid-September, Strickland did not have the first time to participate and was the only player who was absent. However, as a veteran, the team can also understand, after all, in this league, seniority still has many privileges.
So the old man didn't arrive late until the end of September, when the preseason was about to start. The boss reluctantly came to Boston to participate in the training camp, playing soy sauce during training, and the one who came the latest and left the earliest.
And within two days, I asked Arenas and Pierce about where the bars in Boston are fun and where the nightclubs are exciting. These two people have been practicing hard throughout the summer. They sweat the most in the training camp. How can I go to bars and nightclub.
So when I asked, Strickland couldn't ask anything. He didn't die. After the training ended on the afternoon of October 2nd, he actually asked Fox Leon.
"Hey Fox, is there anything fun in Boston, at night." Strickland asked, standing in front of Leon's car in the parking lot. This veteran who has been playing in nBa for more than ten years has long lost his former glory. He has become a stadium bastard, relying on his only remaining ability to find a team in nBa.
The veteran is like this. Good use is a treasure, which can become a spiritual catalyst for the team and bring positive energy to the team; bad use is a piece of dung, which is both stinky and attracts flies, which is an out-and-out corrupting agent.
Of course, Danny Angie signed him based on the idea that there is a treasure in the family. As for whether this veteran can become a treasure, it naturally depends on Leon's training.
In terms of age, Strickland is older than Leon, so from the bottom of my heart, Strickland doesn’t respect Leon very much. It doesn’t matter if a coach like him has won a championship or not, it doesn’t matter whether he has the talent or not. They look at seniority. In his eyes, Leon, who has no seniority, is no different from a rookie like Dior.
Leon heard this old guy asking this question and asked himself. He wanted to teach him a lesson, but then it’s useless to think about this kind of old player. It’s useless for you to reason with him, unless you’re Michael Jordan. Ang changed his mind and decided to take him out to play.
When most players in nBa talk about playing, they are nothing more than three aspects: alcohol, gambling, women, and a few that are contaminated with contraband. Leon directly greeted Strickland in the car, and wanted to take him to the neighborhoods of Boston's South Side to experience the beauty of Boston at night.
Since becoming famous, Leon has rarely gone to the Southern District. There is a past he doesn't want to involve. He is also worried about being encountered by the Irish gang, which would be a big trouble.
But he decided to take Strickland to a bar and casino where he and Rodman used to go, so that Strickland could experience the hope and despair at the gaming table.
Strickland is still quite excited. One of his biggest hobbies is wine and the other is gambling. In Leon’s car, he talked about his experience of gambling in various cities, how to win and how to lose. .
Leon sneered at this. He wanted to tell him that he was basically a VIP in all major casinos in the United States, and he was immediately regarded as the guest of honor. Will Strickland immediately worship him as a teacher.
Soon, Leon drove to the destination, a bar called "Carbon", the bar's facade is not big, this is the unique style of Boston, big shops and small doors, you can only enter the inside.
The bar is divided into three floors, the first floor is the dance floor, the second floor is the boxes, and the third floor is the casino. Leon took Strickland into the bar and went straight to the third floor. Tonight Leon was going to ask Strickland to lose a clean run, and then help him win the money back. Later, he warned him to avoid gambling. training.
As soon as he arrived on the third floor, Leon felt that something was wrong. He had been here many times. The casino on the third floor was divided into two rooms on the left and right. One side was a gambling machine, and the other was a casino where the dealer was in charge. The business here has always been very good, the left and right doors are always open, and guests can go wherever they want to play.
But tonight, the door of the room with the gaming machine on the right was hidden. Although it didn't seem to be a big problem, Leon, who had always been careful, felt something wrong. He grabbed Strickland, who wanted to go on, and then heard someone follow up on the stairs behind.
At this moment, the concealed right door opened, and two big men carrying knives rushed out.
Leon knew that he was in trouble when he accidentally came to the Southern District this time. With his left hand holding a somewhat horrified Strickland, he rushed directly towards the stairs, and his right hand picked up the stainless steel trash can in front of the stairs. It was a click towards the guy who followed him up, who was carrying a machete in his hand.
The first guy was knocked out of his head, and Leon kicked him down the stairs. The stairs of the Boston Bar were very narrow. There were three people who followed. The one in the front was the strongest. He fainted and rolled again, and the two behind were all swaying.
Leon is like a tiger going down the stairs. He stepped on these three guys three steps and two steps down to the second floor. Although Strickland was terrified at the back, he was a professional athlete after all and his hands and feet were fast. Ang rushed to the first floor in a few seconds.
Leon did not encounter any obstacles on the first floor and the second floor. It seemed that the other party also suddenly discovered the whereabouts of Fox-Leon, and did not carefully prepare for this ambush.
"It must be from the Irish Gang!" This idea flashed through Leon's mind. He didn't expect that after so long, the Irish Gang would still refuse to let him go, even if he is now a celebrity in Boston. Perhaps it was because he was a celebrity in Boston that Frank stared at him tightly.
After arriving on the first floor, Leon asked Strickland to leave as soon as possible, and called the police immediately after asking him to go out.
Although Strickland didn’t know exactly what he gave birth, he was an old fritters. He grew up in a black New York area. He had eaten it before and knew that something must have happened. run. He didn't stop him all the way, so he ran out.
Leon did not rush away, the dance floor on the first floor was still full of people, and the movement on the third floor did not affect people's body twisting in the light and music. Leon sank silently into the crowd like a shark, his eyes searching everywhere to see if he could find Frank.
He still remembers Frank, the somewhat bald guy with a golden beard, who always wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses. In fact, he is not short-sighted at all, just to make himself look a little more pedantic.
Soon, Frank was seen in the corner on the east side of Leon. He had come down from the second floor. He looked around and seemed to be looking for Leon.
Frank also accidentally learned that Fox-Leon was here tonight. In the past, he heard that Leon came often, but he never encountered it once. Since Leon became surprisingly coach of the Celtics, Frank's resentment towards this guy has grown deeper.
Frank has been waiting for him in the Southern District since he escaped three years ago by using the method he used to go to jail. Didn't know that this guy has become a celebrity after waiting for more than three years, and he has become a Boston hero this summer. Leon became a hero, Frank became a bear and inherited the style of Barger. Frank, who had a grudge against him, turned a big somersault on Leon.
Now in the Southern District, he is no longer the one-and-one leader. More and more people dare to resist him. You must know that the Irish gang of Barger is not a big gang. The way they maintain their power is not to recruit countless little brothers. It is the prestige brought by words that will be practiced, and grievances will be reported.
Without this, there would be no basis for their survival.
Tonight is so dying. One of Frank's men actually saw Fox-Leon driving to the bar from the balcony, and Frank decided to teach him a lesson.
He naturally didn’t dare to kill Leon~EbookFREE.me~ but let him get some injuries, some crimes, and leave something behind. He still dared to prevent him from becoming a mortal enemy in Boston. The police's full pursuit will also bring back his lost prestige, even worse.
So Frank summoned five thugs in a hurry, two went up the third floor from the other staircase to ambush, and three ran from the back. How could he know that Leon was so keen, and relying on a fierce air, he ran away.
Frank looked at the people who were still dancing on the dance floor on the first floor. The light here was so bad that he knew that Leon should not be found.
Frank was about to go back to the second floor and spend the night in the private room. At this moment, he saw someone walking towards him against the lights on the dance floor. He couldn't see the other person's face, but he just felt that this person was coming towards him. of.
"Who? Mark?" Frank thought it was his subordinate Mark Willis.
Then Frank felt a fast black figure rushing towards him, his body froze, unable to run, and a huge fist flew towards him.
He heard the sound of broken bones in his nose, echoing in the cavity of his skull. (To be continued.)