Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 1268 Hard-hearted
There was a gentle breeze and the cold was biting.

Although the wind is not strong in Kansas City, the cold in December is no less severe. The first snow of this winter has not arrived yet, so the temperature continues to drop. The biting cold is getting more and more severe, penetrating under the skin, and even the boiling and burning blood is almost frozen into ice.

The sky was clear, but there were quite a few dark clouds. The sparse sunlight that penetrated the clouds seemed thin and weak. Even when it fell on the body, there was not much warmth. The sunny morning seemed like the evening of the same day. The chaotic light confused the vision and hearing, making it impossible to tell the exact time.

At the Kansas City Chiefs training base, a figure was running with sweat dripping down his face.

Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, alternating between sprinting and steady speed, continuously burning energy. Even in the cold wind, hot sweat still pours out like crazy.

The sound of footsteps echoed faintly in the empty training ground.

If you look closely, you can find dedication and focus in those bright eyes. The most basic training is to complete every detail 100%. The meticulous attitude allows ordinary training to have the best effect, so that daily training can also become a kind of enjoyment.

Completely forgetful.

Even when someone showed up at the training ground, he didn't notice anything at all.

Mahomes looked at Levi, who was sweating profusely, with a worried look on his face. He couldn't hide his uneasiness in his eyes and expression, but he didn't know what to do.

Mahomes felt a little suffocated and quickly tore off his neatly tied tie.

Sure enough, suits still don't suit him.

In front of me, Mahomes was wearing a black suit, straight and neat, standing outside the training ground. He was out of tune with everything around him and felt uncomfortable.

Not only him, but everyone else who arrived at the training ground one after another was also wearing black suits.

Today is Felix's funeral.

The entire Kansas City Chiefs football team and hundreds of fans attended the funeral to escort this most loyal, passionate and special Chief on his final journey.

Not only the players, but also the team manager Veach and head coach Reid were all present.

For this reason, this morning's routine training was postponed for a full ninety minutes.

However, there is one exception:
Levi.

Levi did not go to the funeral. Not only that, he arrived at the training ground early.

Mahomes couldn't hide his concerns.

Mahomes has been worried about Levi since he learned last night that he would not attend the funeral. From any point of view, Levi is one of the most important parts of Felix's funeral, and there is no reason for Levi to be absent.

Unfortunately, Levi was absent.

Not only Mahomes, Karen was also looking for Levi at the funeral today. After learning that Levi was absent, Karen could not hide her surprise.

Levi said nothing and seemed normal on the surface; but they all knew what Felix meant to Levi.

He untied his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, but Mahomes still found it difficult to breathe, as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest and he couldn't get rid of it.

"Patrick..."

He heard a call from behind, and Mahomes turned around and saw it was Kelce.

Kelsey stopped by and looked at Levi who was devoting himself to training. There was a hint of worry between her brows. "He's always like this?"

Mahomes nodded, "Five minutes."

Kelsey, "Such intensity?"

Mahomes nodded again.

Just watching from the sidelines, Kelsey still shuddered, as if he had seen the devil. Originally, he thought that after three seasons, they had understood Levi well enough and were used to Levi's perversion, but now it seems that they are still too young and naive.

Later, Hill, who was heading to the locker room, also saw this scene. He shook his head repeatedly, put his hands on Mahomes' right shoulder and Kelce's left shoulder respectively, and poked his head out from between the two people to carefully look at Levi in ​​training state, "Don't worry, the rookie knows what he is doing."

"Even if none of us know what's going on, a rookie won't be confused."

"I think we should worry about our training status today. Be careful not to run into the hands of rookies. That's definitely hell mode."

In the second half of the sentence, Hill raised his voice and shouted to the other players:

If it were an ordinary day, the response would definitely be a mixture of complaints, wailing, or laughter. The reaction would definitely be positive.

However, today, one could vaguely see the corners of a few players' mouths slightly raised, but they ultimately could not smile, and in the blink of an eye they returned to calm.

Depressed, depressed, lost.

Not only Levi, but for everyone in the Kansas City Chiefs team, Felix's sudden death without warning was a heavy blow.

Unprepared, they were still immersed in the joy and happiness of defeating the New England Patriots, but were hit by the news of separation.

Following Anne Gallas, the Kansas City Chiefs lost another loyal fan, and Kansas City and the world lost another young life and a soul that embraced dreams and believed in hope. The complexity and pain cannot be simply described in words.

They will never again hear the figure cheering and burning in a wheelchair in the stands of Arrowhead Stadium. Part of the spiritual power of the Kansas City Chiefs has been laid to rest.

Hill got no response, looking helpless, looking at Mahomes and then at Kelce, spreading his hands, letting out a long breath, dragging his heavy steps to the locker room, muttering and complaining, "I hate suits."

However, this is still not all. What really worries Mahomes is the media.

The hyenas.

All along, the media has never cared about or paid attention to Felix's existence. They just treated Felix as an ordinary fan.

But after Felix's death, they swarmed in like sharks smelling blood, surrounding the funeral in a crowd and blocking it.

After the funeral, Mahomes casually browsed the social network. The hyenas were already impatiently showing their fangs and attacking Levi's wounds with precision.

"Levi suffered a heavy blow and passed away as a die-hard Kansas City Chiefs fan."

"A huge fan died and Levi was absent from the funeral - so it was all strategic PR?"

"Levi's absence from the funeral of Chiefs fans reveals his true heart of stone."

"While all of Kansas City was in mourning, where was Levi, the leader of the team?"

"Levi remained silent in the face of the death of his die-hard fan."

"Levi: The true face of cold-blooded cruelty can no longer be hidden."

"Is the Kansas City Chiefs locker room sure there's nothing wrong?"

"Where's Levi? Where's Levi?"

"He shouts the loudest at ordinary times, but disappears at critical moments. This is the leader of the Kansas Chiefs, haha."

"Levi, your vest has fallen off. Can you at least complete the most basic business PR?"

Cursing and swearing, being criticized by everyone!
It is hard to imagine that just a few days ago, Levi was surrounded by praises, but now he has become the target of everyone's attack. The speed at which social networks change is really hard for ordinary people like them to keep up.

What is happening in this world?
(End of this chapter)