Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 1223 Mountains of Swords and Seas of Fire

Order, burst the dam.

Once a crack appears, the situation is out of control. The blatant and bloody hatred is like a flood that breaks through a dam and instantly fills the entire stadium. The torrential rain from the sky and the ground surrounds the bus in front of them with a mighty attack. The emotions explode completely without waiting for the players to appear on the field.

Standing on the street, a fan approached the bus, spat at it, and laughed hideously, "Cowards. You are a bunch of cowards."

The spit was unable to penetrate the heavy rain and hit the bus, but this action was like a signal. The other residents of Fox Castle, fearing to be left behind, stepped forward one after another and approached the bus, using all kinds of dirty and ugly words as weapons to hit the bus.

"Go back to your villages."

"Boston is not the place for you to be."

"A bunch of clowns."

"Don't cry, don't cry, mom can't protect you anymore."

"We are the kings! Kneel down!"

In the crowd, Brady's poster continued to roll forward in the raging waves, and the smile with six neat teeth seemed to be mocking the smallness and helplessness of the Kansas Chief.

However, the fanatical fans soon realized that words have no power. Although they are loud in the storm, they cannot hurt the opponent.

I don’t know who was the first one, but the mineral water bottle was thrown out directly, finally breaking through the blockade of the heavy rain and smashing hard on the window.

boom!
There was a muffled sound.

The murderous aura made the players in the bus step back, and this action made all the New England Patriots fans go into a frenzy.

Water bottle. Umbrella. Hat. Keys. Cell phone. Shoes.

All kinds of objects were thrown at the bus that was slowly approaching Gillette Stadium in a torrential manner, accompanied by dirty words of contempt and disdain. The undisguised discriminatory remarks revealed the hatred hidden in the bones, like spears, slamming into the bus with wave after wave of force.

Bang, bang, bang, bang.

At this time, it was obvious that the bus began to shake, and the strong wind outside was showing its power.

Levi sensed the crisis immediately.

Those fans lost their minds one by one. The New England Patriots did send out a security team to control the situation, but they cannot rely on the security team to complete the task.

To take a step back, the security personnel are also flesh and blood. Even if they burn their lives, they may not be able to stop the crowd that is out of control.

The biggest protection against the tide now is the iron railings, but Levi noticed that someone was trying to climb over the railings and force their way into the passage.

The situation is getting out of control, precarious and shaky.

What happened at Wembley is still fresh in Levi's mind and he doesn't want to experience it again.

Without hesitation, Levi stood up and shouted to the players, "Get ready to get off the bus, sprint, ignore them, and rush all the way to the locker room."

"Travis, tell the car behind you to protect yourself, don't pay any attention, don't stop, just rush into the court in one go."

The bus slowly stopped at the entrance of the Gillette Stadium player tunnel, but there was no time to stop. The door opened and Hill rushed out. Hill proved with his actions why he was called "Cheetah". His light and agile figure moved among the overwhelming debris, running all the way, grabbing the attention of the residents of Foxburg.

The fanatics followed their instincts and reflexively aimed at Hill and continued to throw the objects in their hands, but they were unable to aim at the high-speed moving target and the debris fell weakly to the ground.

Taking advantage of the brief gap, the other players behind came out one after another and followed Hill's footsteps to sprint. Although their speed was not as fast as Hill, there was a brief "quiet" in the space at this time, which allowed them to move smoothly towards the direction of the court without having to deal with attacks from all directions.

By the time the residents of Foxburg realized it, Hardman was in front and Mahomes was behind, and a new target appeared. They threw mineral water bottles at the two people again, but Hardman and Mahomes helped each other, moving through the wind and rain, and continued to create a gap behind.

This time, it was no longer the offensive team, but the defensive players in the second bus who were not moving lightly; but fortunately, the fans in the front half of the surging crowd had already thrown away all the objects in their hands, and while waiting for the fans behind to pass the objects, they were able to pass through quickly.

One wave after another.

Before the crazy fans outside the Gillette Stadium gate could react, the Kansas City Chiefs' offensive, defensive and special teams had all passed through successfully.

However, the storm that had been brewing in Foxburg for months failed to hurt any of the players. Is this reasonable?
Looking at the garbage scattered all over the player tunnel and around the bus, the fans were panting and sweating profusely. For a moment, they couldn't tell whether it was rain, sweat, or tears. Their brains were completely frozen, and no one understood what was going on.

At this moment, before I had time to organize my thoughts, another figure appeared at the door of the bus.

"Levi!"

New England Patriots fans at the scene immediately noticed it and exclaimed.

The crowd was in a commotion:
Where are the things? Where are the things!
They looked around for objects to throw, but found that their main weapons were almost exhausted. At this moment, they watched the main enemy appear in front of them, but they were helpless and had nothing in their hands. This made the fans frustrated, angry, impatient and depressed, and they felt extremely frustrated.

But Levi didn't care. He stood on the ground slowly and calmly, looking around the audience with a dignified and clear gaze, challenging everyone with an arrogant attitude.

An angry roar was heard in the air, "Levi!"

Along with the sound, a large ginger-yellow boot flew through the air, piercing through layers of rain and hitting Levi directly.

However, Levi did not panic or dodge, but took out a black umbrella from behind him like a magic trick.

Snapped!
Levi opened his umbrella and set up a protective net.

Full-court dislocated jaw: This is all fine.

Unfortunately, the big yellow boot had poor accuracy and fell pitifully five yards away from Levi, without even getting close.

Levi looked in the direction where the big yellow boots were flying, smiled and shook his head slightly. His expression and demeanor were clearly a provocation: You can't do it.

This look instantly raised the hatred level to the maximum, and the last bit of rationality of the fans outside the Gillette Stadium was destroyed, and they threw everything at them.

Levi was holding an umbrella, seemingly walking slowly but actually with brisk steps, as he walked through the "rainstorm". Occasionally, some debris hit the umbrella and bounced off, but ultimately failed to hurt Levi. This made the fans at the scene completely crazy and they couldn't believe their eyes.

Finally, someone couldn't control himself anymore, and jumped out from behind the railing, shouting "Levi" and clenching his fists, rushing forward like a bull. The security team on the scene tried to stop the man in a serious manner, but in fact they didn't move at all, and watched the bull get out of control.

"Levi ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

(End of this chapter)