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Accompanied by a harsh brake sound, the Cayenne's smooth body played a refreshing tail-swinging action at the end of the road. It was like drifting, and the car was thrown horizontally.

Many people gathered around, mostly young men and women wearing hip-hop styles, with large pieces of skin exposed, and either carving dragons or drawing tigers. They looked like wild ones. But today they met the nemesis, and Cayenne threw them over so desperately that these young people were so scared that they quickly scattered birds and beasts, and only continuous scolding lingered around.

Evans' big black face was still scared. As soon as the car stopped, he immediately pushed away West, who was sitting in the driver's seat, and shouted: "Fuck you crazy, do you know that this is a city road and not a damn desert? Do you want to kill us?"

After seeing this Cayenne, West's eyes lit up and rushed up. Due to Chamberlain's relationship, Evans could not drive him down and could only let West control his beloved horse. Like other American men, Evans naturally cherished his car very much, but it should be fine to let his teammates drive for a while. He believed that he was not a stingy man.

However, after this experience, he vowed that he would never let West touch his car again. Fuck, this has nothing to do with being stingy, generous, etc. He doesn't want to see his beloved die young, and based on West's previous crazy performance, this is very likely.

West shrugged, not caring about Evans' attitude, and curled his lips and said, "This car is so powerful that it's not as powerful as the Mustang of Z."

"You drove my Mustang?" Chamberlain was shocked.

West smiled, perhaps he would smile only when facing Chamberlain, and said, "No need to drive, just listen to his roar and I know how powerful his horsepower is. That guy has a big barbaric heart!"

Chamberlain grinned, feeling that he might have blamed the guy North Samar before, and that he might have bought him not a car that looks so old and broken.

But these are not the point, the point is Hit Sardmons. If Doug knew that his brother was back, he would be very happy.

Everything about Doug was ruined by the car accident that year. They were originally going to Los Angeles for vacation, and the car carried two future NBA stars. There is no doubt that as long as nothing unexpected happens, Doug and Hit can enter the NBA after they turn 18. One will be an excellent organizational guard and the other will be an excellent shooting guard.

However, all this aspirations were ruined in the car accident, and Doug and Hit were both injured. Coincidentally, both of them were sandwiched between the seats of the car. The latter actually suffered less damage, just a crushed ankle fracture. Of course, this comparison is only for ordinary people. For an athlete who is destined to become an NBA level, the damage they suffered was the same, and both lost the qualification to become professional players.

Not only that, they also had to bear the pain of losing their parents. Doug and Hit were sitting in the back seat of the car, while his father was driving, and their mother was in the passenger seat, and the two lost their lives together!

Is there any more terrible blow to a family? Two talented young people who have lost their loved ones and their future at the same time, think about it, what is more unbearable than death?

For Doug, there is also!

His younger brother Hit could not bear all this. He did not believe these facts and fell out of mind. Then, a week after being sent to the juvenile mental hospital, he left there while the nurse was not paying attention, and there was no news since then!

Chamberlain clearly remembered that dark time, but Doug was not defeated. This is why he firmly believed that Doug could grow into a superstar if he entered the NBA. He had a strong heart that Chamberlain had never seen before!

Doug survived that time that was enough to drive a man crazy, and then he went to NBDL, and the reason for going to the far-off Texas San Antonio Austin Bulls was because he got news from the police department that someone had seen Hit there, which was why he went.

Seeing the Cayenne stop, the players who were fighting bulls under the basketball stand stopped and watched. One of the black boys who were as thin as bamboo poles whistled and said in a mocking tone: "Isn't this the car of the NBA superstar? Why is he so savagely driving? Are he venting his anger for losing the game?"

"Or did he think he was possessed by Dominic Torredo?" Another white young man with tattoos sneered. Dominic Torredo is the name of the protagonist in "Fast and Furious". This movie has been popular all over the United States since its release in 2001. The character played by Vin Diesel is really popular on the streets.

The conversation between the two triggered the audience's laughter, and the fans around him put their fingers in their mouths and whistled at the Cayenne to vent their dissatisfaction with the previous scene.

But as the car door opened, the laughter and whistle seemed to be cut off by a sharp blade, suddenly stopped suddenly. Everyone looked at the young man walking out of the car door in shock. The strong and tough body of the giant god brought them the pressure they were like a mountain.

Chamberlain, the Golden State Warriors' star, the new generation of penalty area overlord, super-z!

The two streetball players were talking loudly just now, and all three people in the car heard it. Evans looked embarrassed. West looked at him dissatisfied and muttered: "It's still NBA, it's actually killed by several streetball players. It's a shame for the Warriors!"

Chamberlain shook West one elbow and stared at him and said, "We are a team, do you understand? We are a team!"

"I understand, then?" West also smiled embarrassedly.

Chamberlain rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Of course it's unity. Forget it, don't cheat on me, find someone, hurry up and find someone, Evans, where is the shooting machine you mentioned?"

Evans looked around and said with a blank expression: "Hey, it seems to be gone."

West sneered again and said, "Didn't he just find a reason to trick Z into finding a place for you?"

Evans stared at him and yelled, "Don't spread rumors to me, bastard!"

"Hmph, the bastard is here to avenge you." West left this sentence disdainfully, walked forward with big strides, bent down to pick up a ball, looked at the teenagers in strange clothes on the court, hooked their fingers and said, "Do you fight alone or three-on-three? Don't say I bully you, let you have ten balls, no matter what the game is!"

It's crazy! As soon as West said this, the court was shocked.

Chamberlain was not here to play with these kids. He found a strong black young man surrounded by many players and asked, "Are you the boss here?"

The young man nodded arrogantly. His appearance was actually very strange. He was full of admiration in his eyes and wanted to kneel down to add Chamberlain immediately, but with so many younger brothers, he felt that he couldn't stand it, so he just hung up there and suffered a lot of suffering.

"Just now there was a kid who shot very accurately, about fifteen or sixteen years old..." Chamberlain tried hard to describe Hit's appearance and characteristics, but the young man interrupted him and said, "You mean Hit Sardmons? Hit the fast gunner, right?"

Chamberlain was immediately overjoyed and shouted, "It's not bad, it's him, where is Hit now?"

The young man shrugged and deliberately made an indifferent look, saying, "Sorry, he left. After the big black man lost, he left, and he left in a taxi, so you can't find him here."

This guy is very verbose, but considering that he wants to say a few more words to Chamberlain, this is understandable.

Chamberlain is now the god in the hearts of all people in San Francisco who love basketball. He is regarded as the only hero who can save the fate of basketball in this city.

After hearing this, Chamberlain was very disappointed. He was depressed and shook his head and wanted to leave. He thought in his heart whether he would issue a missing person notice through TV and radio. The young man who was educated continued: "But if you are willing to have a bullfight with us and can win, then I can help you find him..."

Chamberlain was shocked, and the young man hurriedly raised his hand and said, "Swear to God, what I, Sean Bright, said will definitely do!"

Sean Bright, the monarch of the San Francisco street ball world, nicknamed the Black Fox, has an extremely gorgeous style, and is resourceful and has average physical fitness. However, because he is good at thinking about games, he also occupies a place in the street basketball world in California.

Chamberlain thought for a brief moment and felt that this idea was feasible. People like Sean Bryan were also considered well-known. The promise he made was of considerable credibility - at least much stronger than the birds in the NBA uniform group. Moreover, Hitt's love for basketball is sincere and he will definitely miss the street basketball courts. In such places, Sean's connections in the Black Fox are much larger than his.

"Trade!" Chamberlain agreed resolutely. He happened to be wearing training suits and could go on the field without changing clothes or shoes.

West and Evans naturally also played on the court. Chamberlain asked the Black Tiger Sean and said, "Tell me, how do you play the ball?"

Sean raised three fingers and said, "According to California's rules, thirteen goals determine the outcome. When the score is one goal apart, continue to add the ball upwards. How about it?"

This is a common bullfighting rule on the street. It is generally the rule used by golfers to bet on the ball. According to this rule, the person who scores thirteen goals first wins, as long as the winner can still win more than two goals. Otherwise, if both sides score 12 goals, if one side wants to win, it needs to score 14 goals and always win more than two goals. This is to reduce accidentality.

Black Fox Sean chose a strong black man who was more than two meters tall and a thin white boy as his teammates. He winked the two and said to Chamberlain: "You serve first, you are guests, and you should enjoy this preferential treatment."

Chamberlain received the ball and threw it to West at the midfield line without saying a word. The smile on the Black Tiger Sean's face suddenly froze. Damn, are you NBA stars? Why are you so unprotective?

According to his calculations, the opponent is an NBA-level star after all, so he will definitely be very proud of himself. They will give up the serve rights, that is, Sean, the Black Tiger, just gave the ball rights just now, and of course he wants to get the ball rights, because it is related to the final victory or defeat. This is a fight between the experts, and the victory or defeat is in the gap!

He didn't expect Chamberlain to be so unprotective!
Chapter completed!