Chapter 271 Heavy Artillery Swarm Attack, Destroying the Iron Man

"Bang!"

A left punch to the abdomen hit Zhao Dong between the chest and abdomen, hitting the liver area accurately, and the powerful impact began to hit the liver.

In the next moment, Tyson twisted his waist and hooked his arm, and Tyson once again fired a fierce right uppercut, hitting Zhao Dong's left temple from the side.

This combo, followed by the right uppercut, he instinctively hit in advance.

Because the first punch to the abdomen hit the liver area, he instinctively thought that Zhao Dong would be bent over by him and his head would be lowered. What he hit was the position where his head would reach in the next moment, about half a foot in advance. A distance of five centimeters.

However, he underestimated Zhao Dong's ability to resist blows, and his abdominal punch that hit the liver area did not cause enough damage to Zhao Dong.

Zhao Dong was indeed beaten, but not too much.

The next moment, Tyson's right fist grazed Zhao Dong's forehead and hit the air.

"Bang!"

The next moment, Zhao Dong's right uppercut hit Tyson's chin.

This punch hit the vital point again, causing Tyson's upper body to jerk back, and he staggered back as his saliva spattered.

Taking this opportunity, Zhao Dong quickly followed up and launched a combination punch attack.

Tyson did not lose his mind and quickly held the fight.

"Bang!"

A right swing hit Tyson's left frame.

"Bang!"

Right swing followed left swing, hitting Tyson's right frame.

"Bang!"

Catching up one step, he hit Tyson with a fierce and fast backhand straight punch, which opened the double frame and hit Tyson on the forehead. He took two big steps back and hit the bottom pillar with a bang. .

"Oh, it was another round of fighting. Both sides had hits, but Feilong's performance was amazing. He forced Iron Man Michael into the bottom corner!"

Rose exclaimed in shock during the ESPN live broadcast.

The stage referee continued to stare at Tyson with all his attention.

As long as Tyson appears slow to react, he may stop the game at any time.

"Tyson, I'll deal with you right here."

After Tyson hit the bottom post, Zhao Dong pushed forward, took a deep breath, fully opened his arms, and then began the most ferocious swing attack.

"Feilong's general attack has begun!"

Seeing Zhao Dong's action of fully opening his arms, Thomson said excitedly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Eight consecutive heavy swings, with more than 600 pounds of punching power, were like a cluster of heavy artillery attacks, completely destroying Tyson's frame.

Under the powerful blow, his arms were paralyzed and he lost his support, which exposed his head directly to Zhao Dong's firepower.

next moment……

"Bang!"

A fierce right swing hit Tyson's left temple, causing Tyson's head to shake violently.

With the violent swing of his head, a large piece of flesh was torn open by the huge force. At the same time, saliva spattered and the mouthguard flew out of the ring.

"boom!"

The moment he was punched, Tyson felt his mind buzzing, and then he lost all perception of the world.

"Bang!"

The majestic body collapsed.

"!"

The referee urgently stopped the game, rushed in front of Zhao Dong, and pushed him back while issuing instructions.

Zhao Dong retreated while staring at Tyson with blood on his head and face with fierce eyes.

"Ouch!"

Seeing that Tyson had fallen into a coma, he suddenly turned around, strode to the neutral corner, waved his fists at countless boxing fans, and let out an animalistic roar.

"boom!"

Countless boxing fans frantically began to respond to Zhao Dong.

"kkkkkkkkkk...ko!"

"Iron Man Zhao Dong KOed Iron Man Michael Tyson. He KOed Tyson at 172 seconds of the first round. He even used his iron fist to blow Tyson's head off..."

In the ESPN live broadcast booth, Rose roared excitedly.

"Iron Man used the most brutal cluster swing to completely overthrow Iron Man. Iron Man Tyson is now in a coma..."

"...We can see that Tyson's left temple was opened, a large piece of scalp was uncovered by the force of the blow, his skull was exposed, and the blood was flowing uncontrollably. The emergency doctor had already gone up, and the scene was a bit chaotic... "

Another commentator, Thomson, stood up, stared at the chaotic ring and shouted.

"Iron Man is right, this boxing match should be held in the ICU, which is closer to the operating room. What I want to say is, I hope Tyson is fine, as long as he survives." Ross shouted.

"Oh, what are the emergency doctors injecting Tyson with? Oh, the ventilator is put on, and the stretcher is put on..." Thomson continued to shout.

"Hurry up and take him away. He needs to undergo a craniotomy immediately. His head is a mess." The emergency doctor shouted sternly on the stage.

"Michael? Don't give up!"

Boxing champion Lewis shouted on the stage.

By his side are Holyfield and George Foreman, several heavyweight world boxing champions.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way..."

Soon, Tyson was carried away by several male nurses, leaving a large amount of blood on the ring.

"yeah!"

At this time, the referee raised Zhao Dong's right fist, followed by cheers and shouts from the audience.

"That idiot Michael played too impulsively today. He didn't use his technical strength at all and just kept attacking. He was so stupid and deserved to have his head blown off."

Lewis stared hard at Zhao Dong on the stage and suddenly scolded Tyson.

Holyfield looked at the other people and said calmly: "Anyone among us can easily defeat this guy..."

He glanced at Zhao Dong who was celebrating crazily on the stage, and then said: "That idiot Michael didn't even hug me once. He bit my ear and complained that I hugged him too much. He really deserves to have his head blown off."

"It is true that he has no skills, and is only third-rate at most. But don't ignore his heavy punching and resistance ability. You must not get entangled with him, and you must not fight with him."

The old boxing champion Foreman reminded.

"I want to fight him."

Staring at Zhao Dong, Lewis said coldly.

"I want it too," Holyfield said.

"Let's go, tonight's party is ready. Anyone who supports me can attend." Zhao Dong stood on the ring and shouted loudly.

"yeah!"

The crowd cheered.

"let's go."

Jordan didn't want to stay any longer, so he shouted to the postman beside him.

"Jordan, don't you want to come to my celebration party? Tyson wants to beat you up, and now that I've knocked him out, shouldn't you thank me?"

Zhao Dong shouted loudly with a smile.

"snort!"

Jordan groaned in anger and walked away without looking back.

"Ha ha……"

Zhao Dong and others laughed.

That night, the party didn't end until dawn.

Before the end, Arum found Ringo Wells, who was a little drunk, and said cordially: "Linge, the managers of Lewis and Holyfield just came to see me. They want to fight Feilong. They have... The world boxing championship title from the four major organizations is a very good opportunity, what do you think?”

"World boxing title fight?"

Wells's drunkenness disappeared instantly.

"Yes, a title fight, a world boxing championship fight." Arum smiled.

"But Feilong's current technology has not reached home yet, and the time is still too short." Wells shook his head.

"Can you convince Feilong to quit the NBA? He can definitely play professional boxing. He is a genius. He has indestructible punches and indestructible fighting ability. He can definitely become the absolute hegemon of the heavyweight class. He can sweep everything. , complete the heavyweight unification battle!"

Arum said very enthusiastically.

"I'm afraid this won't work. Let alone Feilong, Miss Lindsay won't let Feilong fight professionally." Wells quickly shook his head.

"this……"

Mentioning Lindsay, Arum also frowned. He didn't want to offend the hottest new star investor on Wall Street. He shook his head in disappointment and said:

"Actually, boxing is not as dangerous as American football. I heard that Feilong likes American football very much. That's why Miss Lindsay bought the New York Jets."

"It's useless for you to tell me. I don't dare to discuss this issue with Miss Lindsay." Wells said with a bitter smile.

"Okay, okay, we can only wait until Feilong improves his boxing skills." Arum said helplessly.

At 9 o'clock the next morning, Frank Warren announced Tyson's injury to the media.

"Michael's surgery lasted three hours and he is still in a coma."

"His left temple skull fracture has been repaired, but the impact was too strong and caused a severe concussion. He will leave boxing temporarily."

On this day, the news that Zhao Dong punched Tyson hard spread all over the world.

"The heavyweight boxing world has ushered in the brightest new star. He has the most terrifying punches and the strongest offense! At the same time, he also has the most indestructible body and undefeated defense! He has the potential and strength to unify the heavyweight class." The New York Times .

"The NBA quickly ends labor negotiations, otherwise Feilong may not be able to come back." New York Sports News.

"Mr. Stern, dear Jerry, it's time for us to speed up the negotiation process, otherwise we may very well lose a sign."

"Jerry, the losses have been great enough. Let's move on to the next round of negotiations quickly. We can't delay it any longer."

Most of the team owners called Stern one after another. The few owners who did not call flew directly to New York and approached Stern in person.

On the 4th, Zhao Dong and Lindsay took a charter flight back to New York with a group of people.

"President, the second billion-dollar loan is gone."

At Nike headquarters, Financial Director Luo Shihua didn't bother knocking on the door, he rushed directly into the president's office and shouted loudly.

Philip Knight stared at the notebook on the table. On it was Nike's K-line chart, which was so green that it made his eyes swell.

In just three trading days, after Storm Fund officially issued a takeover order for Nike, Nike's stock price has doubled, exceeding $80.

Normally, he would be happy, but now, there was only fear in his heart.

Such a high stock price makes it extremely difficult for him to repurchase.

Not only is the Storm Fund sweeping away goods, there are also larger funds sweeping away goods, which makes his repurchase more difficult.

"How much share do we have?" he asked after wiping his sweat.

"A total of 31%." Luo Shihua said.

"Continue." Knight gritted his teeth.

"Where are the funds?" Luo Shihua asked.

"Equity mortgage, this time we want three billion US dollars." Philip made a desperate move.

"President, even if you have the funds now, you can't buy the goods," Luo Shihua said.

"Raise the buying price to attract selling orders. No matter how high it is, as long as there are selling orders, sweep them away immediately." Knight said firmly.

After Luo Shihua went out, Philip Knight slumped weakly on the executive chair, feeling very regretful. He vowed not to provoke Zhao Dong in the future.

Wall Street, Storm Fund, Zhao Dong is sitting in Lindsay's office.

"Husband, we have only used 3 billion in funds, and the funds to follow the trend are no less than 100 billion. There are four major investment brokers on Wall Street following. Companies like Nike now have to take the initiative to raise prices on their own to attract sellers and facilitate They buy back. Now we don’t have to do anything, we just have to wait for them to raise the stock price for us, and then we will turn around and short them to bloodbath them.”

Lindsay said with a smile.

"This time, even if they can survive it, they may not be able to recover in ten years." Zhao Dong said with a smile.

"Who asked them to punish us?" Lindsay laughed.

On the 8th, Jordan called his agent David Falk.

"David, we can't delay it any longer. I'm going crazy. If I don't start the new season, I will retire." He roared at Falke.

"Michael, calm down, I will promote the negotiation process." David Falk said.

As the most famous agent in the league, he has a lot of big-name players, such as Ewing, who is his contract player.

Ewing was able to join the Bulls last season because he and Nike intervened. This time Phil Jackson wanted to sign Ewing back with a minimum salary, and he also convinced Ewing.

In addition to Ewing, he is also O'Neal's agent.

These two big-name stars are both one of the player representatives in this labor negotiation, and Ewing is the chairman of the players union.

On this day, on Wall Street and at the headquarters of Storm Fund, Lindsay made the decision to short Nike, Adidas and other companies.

Because based on the chip changes of these companies in the last two trading days, she knew that companies such as Nike and Adidas had almost completed their repurchases, and the transaction volume was greatly reduced.

At this time, Nike's stock price reached 135 US dollars per share, and the entire market reached 50 billion US dollars. In just one week, it more than tripled.

Turning on the computer, she wrote a handwritten article on the value evaluation of companies such as Nike and Adidas, and then published it in the Wall Street Journal.

The core content of this article is that the market value of companies such as Nike and Adidas is seriously overvalued.

After this article appeared in the newspaper, it had an immediate effect as a rising investment star on Wall Street.

The article is mainly for retail investors and small investors. It is also a signal to the capital that follows the trend. I am going to go short. If you don’t follow suit, you will have to wait to be the taker.

"Here we go, I want Nike's stock price to fall to the floor."

At the opening of the market in the morning, after Lindsay gave an order, Storm Fund took the lead in selling shares of companies such as Nike, and other funds immediately followed suit.

Her plan is that if Nike dies, she will simply take it back at a low price and directly complete the acquisition of Nike. She has prepared enough funds.

At the Nike headquarters, Philip Knight stared at the computer screen dumbfounded. The red line falling all the way and the huge sales orders made his mind go blank.

"President, what should I do?"

The financial director rushed in and asked urgently.

"..."

Philip Knight only had confusion in his eyes.

If you continue to buy goods, Nike's funds will be completely sucked dry, and then the stock price will continue to fall, and you can only stare blankly.

If you don’t sweep it, the shares will fall directly to the floor. So how will Nike repay the $5 billion loan it received from the bank?

Once the bank calls for loan repayment, Nike will have no choice but to go bankrupt.

But in fact, Nike doesn't have much cash at all, and it has all been used for repurchases.

"They...Storm Fund, Avril Lindsay want to bloodbath us, it's too cruel!" He murmured.

In one day, Nike's stock price fell from US$135 per share to US$85, a drop of more than 37%. The trading volume was 650% of the previous day, reaching 20% ​​of the total number of shares, and the market value fell by nearly 40%.

Everyone knows that this is just the beginning. Being targeted by a group of giants on Wall Street, what good fruits can there be?

Storm Fund, Lindsay summarizing today's trading situation.

By selling high and buying low, Storm Fund's holdings of Nike chips did not decrease, but its book profit exceeded US$60 million.

On the 10th, Zhao Dong took the Knicks and a bunch of people to the Giants Stadium.

Giants Stadium is the home of the New York Giants and the New York Jets. It is the only two NFL teams to share a home court.

Today is a derby match between two teams, and it is also the home court of the Jets. The Giant Stadium, which can accommodate 66,000 people, is already overcrowded. Most of them are Jets fans. The atmosphere is very strong and there is a buzzing noise. It's so deafening that you have to yell to speak face to face, otherwise you can't hear it at all.

As soon as he walked out of the passage, even though it was still January and he had just passed through a snowstorm, Zhao Dong felt a rush of heat, and his mood immediately rose.

"Hurry up and find a seat, we're late." Buckley shouted excitedly.

"It's all your fault, Charles, if you hadn't eaten an extra steak, we wouldn't have been late," shouted Larry Johnson.

"Oakley ate an extra piece, too," Barkley defended.

"I finished eating before you."

Oakley's eyes widened and he looked at Buckley, the "enemy", with dissatisfaction.

"Hey, is it Fei Long?"

"Oh, Iron Man shows up."

"Haha, who do I see? It's the boss of our jets."

Before he could even stand in the stands, many fans nearby noticed him and started shouting.

"boss."

That's when a group of Jets executives came up from behind.

"Boss, why don't you go to the VIP room?" Jets President Walter asked.

"If you don't want to go, I'll just sit in the stands. I bought the tickets." Zhao Dong took out a large stack of ticket stubs and said with a smile.

Several managers looked at the ticket stubs in Zhao Dong's hand and laughed helplessly.

"Okay, you go and do your work, don't worry about me." Zhao Dong waved his hand to drive them away.

"Oh, look who is late? Haha, our boss doesn't care too much about his team's game. He is actually late for such a crucial derby game. This is our home court."

"Yes, our boss is here. He just killed Iron Man Michael. He needs to rest. I heard that both Lewis and Holyfield want to fight our boss."

At this time, the live broadcast camera also spotted Zhao Dong and his group who were looking for seats, and immediately put them on the screen. At the same time, the two on-site commentators of the Jets began to tease Zhao Dong.

There were dozens of screens of various sizes surrounding the New York Giants Stadium. At this moment, more than 60,000 fans in the audience saw Zhao Dong and the Knicks players and cheered.

Three minutes later, Zhao Dong and his party finally sat down.

This trip alone, in the middle of winter, had already made them sweat.

"Hey, Fei Long."

"Hey there."

Sitting next to Zhao Dong was a middle-aged male fan with the New York Jets logo painted on his face, and the two started chatting.

"Feilong, will you join the Jets?"

"Maybe in the future, when I feel less challenged in the NBA."

"Oh, I don't know how you're doing, but I'm looking forward to it."

"Haha, I think there's always a place for me on the oven tray."

"What's your preferred position?"

"Forward, no matter the offensive team or the defensive team, my favorite is the forward. I like the feeling of collision. "

"That's great. I know you knock people over a lot in the NBA. I really wish I could see you knocking over one opponent after another in the oven dish."

The two chatted for a few words, and then the game time came and the team started to play.

"Now, let's welcome the New York Jets..."

Amid the passionate roars of the on-site commentators, dozens of New York Jets players wearing white jerseys and steel helmets filed out of the tunnel, like a herd of horses that opened the gate.

"yeah!"

The whole place burst into flames, with more than 60,000 people shouting and cheering like an erupting volcano.

"yeah!"

Zhao Dong, like all the fans, stood up, raised his arms, and started cheering crazily for the Jets.

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