An hour later, in the medical facility underneath the Grand Casino in Cairo.
"How's it going?" Albert saw quarterback Hiloma coming out of the operating room from a distance, and asked with concern: "Mr. Gusta is seriously injured?"
"Well, the right arm suffered a comminuted fracture, the right shoulder ligament was strained, and the left arm and right leg both had secondary fractures. All in all, the injuries were quite serious." Tigerman Shiloma
He replied with a half-smile, but the look on his face was very scary: "It's amazing, those guys from the German team actually took advantage of Gusta and the others to fall on the ground, and the referee didn't have time to come over to see the situation, and forcibly moved them.
That guy’s hands and feet were broken. This time it was really done beautifully."
"Hmm..." Mutt hummed from the side, as if he wanted to say something.
"Just say what you want to say." Hiloma glanced at the cat boy.
"I always feel that... although the methods are despicable, the methods they used seem to have been seen somewhere before." Mutter replied.
"It's the method of the notorious Gabonese Sand Lizards, right." Hiloma replied disapprovingly: "The Sand Lizards failed to participate in the Super Cup this time, but their famous game method is the same as the German Black Eagles currently do.
They are exactly the same, specializing in trying to injure players of the opposite team in corners where the referee cannot see. You have watched their game videos hundreds of times, and of course you will have an impression of this."
"Indeed." Mutt said with a look of sudden realization: "No wonder it looks so familiar. It turns out to be the move of the Sand Lizard Team."
Such dirty moves are indeed impressive. Albert thought to himself.
"I have been reminded before that I should pay attention to the dirty tricks of the Sand Lizards, so I also studied their games. It's just that they were eliminated before participating in the Super Bowl, so I gradually forgot about these guys.
"Mute continued: "But why? The German Blackhawks should have no contact with the Gabon Sand Lizards. Why do they know the Sand Lizards' moves?"
"I learned it secretly, probably." Hiloma said with a sullen face. "Or, maybe there is no such thing as learning secretly at all. The [brains] installed on the heads of those androids belong to the Sand Lizards -
----＂
It’s really scary to think about it.
"Ahem------" Hiloma interrupted her speculation with a dry cough, and then said: "Speaking of which, androids are such terrifying existences. Other people need to learn the moves and formations through long-term training.
They can learn it instantly just by inputting information through the terminal. It is better for you to understand it this way. The artificial people you meet in the future may be proficient in the famous stunts of every famous American football team in all countries in the world. After they secretly learn these stunts
, everything is in their pocket, and you have to compete with this group of people with top skills from all over the world."
Albert swallowed.
"We can win today only because the second-generation artificial humans sent by the German Black Hawks are not technically mature yet, and their capabilities are limited by immature technology. Despite this, they are still difficult to deal with. If we encounter more in the future,
Powerful androids, can they display more mature competitive skills? Be prepared."
"It sounds as if we will really encounter another artificial human team in the future." Albert muttered.
"We will meet you, I promise." Hiloma replied with a sneer.
Albert then fell silent.
"Oh, by the way." The quarterback reached into the storage pocket hidden in his belt and dug a few times, then took out something and handed it to the cat-man boy Mutt: "This is given to you by Daddy Sphinx."
."
"Huh?" Seeing the teddy bear doll placed in front of him, the catman boy was stunned for a moment: "Ha, Mr. Harrison?! Why, why?"
"Well, didn't you guys play very hard before? You have performed well in several consecutive games." Hiloma replied: "And Father Sphinx also heard that your house was burned down.
Everything was burned until nothing was left, and then he remembered that the stuffed bear he gave you before must have been burned to ashes, so he bought another stuffed bear for you. What? You don’t want it? Don’t want it.
If so, I will confiscate it?"
"I want it, of course I want it!" Mutt hurriedly grabbed the teddy bear doll and held it in his arms without letting go.
"What a little brat." Hiloma sneered and walked away: "Then, everyone, keep up the hard work. Let's also work hard for Gusta who can't play tomorrow."
"By the way," Mutt asked hurriedly: "Maybe it's just self-assertion, but what if we can take Mr. Gusta to a certain medical facility to quickly recover from his injury to the level that he can play tomorrow?"
"I don't really believe that this kind of thing can be achieved. However, since you think it is possible, then you can just ask him directly and take him there if he is willing to receive treatment." Hiloma did not look back.
He waved his hand: "No matter what kind of treatment he receives, it is his personal freedom, isn't it?"
Then he left Albert and Mutt and walked away.
"Hey, are you thinking--" Albert glanced at Mutt dejectedly.
"Isn't it bad?" The cat boy looked at the tiger boy pitifully: "Don't your friend Mr. Bedivere have a very advanced medical cabin on his ship? Since it can allow me to stay overnight after the operation.
He recovered quickly. Mr. Gusta's injury should be nothing serious, right?"
"But------" Albert showed an even more depressed look.
"Please, go talk to Mr. Bedivere. He should agree to let Mr. Gusta use the medical room on his ship. Aren't you very good friends? He shouldn't refuse your request, right?"
"Bedivere will definitely agree to what I told him." Albert scratched his head: "But I don't really want to always owe that stupid wolf a favor..."
"Isn't it okay? Take me there, let me talk to him in person, and let me ask Mr. Bedivere to give the medical cabin to Mr. Gusta. Is that okay?" Mutt continued to ask.
"You are so entangled ------" Albert was a little impatient: "After all, it is really necessary. Mr. Gusta is only a center. In addition to his burly figure, he can be the offensive and defensive line of the team.
It's just a passing job. If there are fewer games, he won't have much impact, right? Or is there some reason why the team must play him in the next game?"
"Are you looking down on the center position?" Mutter said quietly: "Not everyone can accurately pass the ball to the quarterback at the kickoff. Are you?
I've never seen the team's training. In order to cooperate well with Captain Hiloma, Mr. Gusta once passed the ball thousands of times a day until he fell to the ground in sweat. Not everyone can play the center position.
Yes, if the quarterback can't catch the ball from the center, everything will be over. You may not know the meaning of the center's existence, but please don't sneer at Mr. Gusta's efforts with just a little knowledge!"
"Okay, okay, there's no need for this cat to get excited." Albert advised: "Forget it, I'll go talk to the guy from Bedivere about this. But before that, we'd better ask
Mr. Gusta’s opinion."
"Of course." Mutt hugged his teddy bear puppet tightly and replied in a low voice.
"Having said that, you still need to continue to win the game, meow." The tiger man looked thoughtfully at the puppet in the cat man's arms: "I promised before that I will win with you to the end.
If you are the winner of the Super Bowl, you will ask Daddy Sphynx to give you a teddy bear. But now the promise has been fulfilled in advance, and Daddy Sphynx has given you a teddy bear. Your wish has also been fulfilled.
Are you satisfied, so you still want to continue playing the Super Bowl?"
"Of course." The cat boy reluctantly put the teddy bear into Albert's hand: "Take it."
"ha?"
"I promised to help Daddy Sphinx win this Super Cup, so I will keep my word." The cat boy said with a blushing face: "Before that, I am not qualified to own Mr. Morrison II."
Shi. Just keep it for me first. When we win the championship, you can return it to me."
"That's it." Albert carefully picked up the teddy bear. He seemed to feel that the light stuffed doll had considerable weight: "Then I will take away the teddy bear first, and then we will take care of it after the competition."
Return it to you."
"Yeah." The cat boy nodded firmly.
"Now let's go visit Mr. Gusta."
"Yeah." The cat boy replied meekly.
In fact, the underground arena of Cairo Grand Casino was originally a facility set up for "performance". It mainly holds various ball games such as dark American football, and there are also regular competitions such as giant gladiatorial games. The owner of the arena,
That is, Papa Sphinx, who makes huge profits from this huge arena every year--a quarter of which is the admission fee for the game, and the other three-quarters are from the audience.
We make money from gambling.
The playing field is fully automated and will deform according to each event (the partitions on the ground and some walls can be flipped over to complete the deformation, mainly the ground, which can be switched between artificial turf grass and concrete ground paved with reinforced rubber)
, the management personnel only need to invest a very small amount of manpower to tidy up the venue, and the arena can be organized into a state ready for the next event in a very short time. Therefore, the daily events in this arena are very tightly arranged, and every day
After dozens of games, a lot of people were injured during the game. In order to take care of the injured who appeared in the game as soon as possible, there is a large medical facility next to the arena. Injured athletes on the field can be treated in just a few minutes.
He was sent to a medical facility to receive professional-level treatment within a short period of time, and it was almost impossible to delay the treatment. Father Sphinx did not hate high-risk competitive sports, but he seemed to hate his valuable property---those
Excellent athletes---suffer permanent injuries in fierce competitions.
However, even with the support of such professional medical facilities and the presence of such a large group of professional doctors, things still deteriorated to this point.
Albert looked at the tiger man Gusta lying on the bed with his hands and feet broken and wearing a heavy plaster, and he couldn't help but worry.