My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 785 Once the gunshot rings out, no one should grab anything.
Kemp had already entered college, but because of his poor academic performance, he was required to stop playing basketball in his first year to focus on his studies, and that's where the problem arose.

Then for the past two months, he was forced to go to a vocational college in Texas, which is similar to a junior college in China, but it has a disciplinary and educational nature.

It's understandable that the wrongly accused teenager, with nowhere to seek justice, would be constantly filled with irritability.

But it was precisely during his time in Texas that he ran into this friend he had met many times before at various basketball summer camps and training camps.

I know he wasn't doing too well at college in Texas.

Tim Hardaway...

Judging by their faces alone, Wei Dong still couldn't quite tell which of the dark-skinned guys was who.

Even hearing the name made him a little confused; it seemed there was also someone named Hadaway.

But the opponent caught the ball Kemp threw and skillfully began a crossover dribble, making Wei Dong instantly exclaim, "Oh, oh, oh, that's Hardaway the Bug!"

The originator of the crossover dribble.

Others might think that such luck is just showing off or playing fancy tricks, but he's genuinely exceptional.

His ball-handling ability is said to be ranked in the top three in the NBA. It's worth noting that even top-tier one-on-one players like Jordan and Kobe were only ranked in the fifth level in terms of ball-handling.

In the NBA over the decades, only about ten players have ever made it into the top three!
Although he didn't make the 75 like Kemp, Hardaway is also a Hall of Famer.

His bizarre dribbling style, where he would frequently dribble with his leg almost touching the ground, severely damaged his knee ligaments, resulting in numerous knee injuries throughout his career that limited his potential.

But he's definitely a good helper for Kemp.

Wei Dong is very familiar with Kemp's career; he should have partnered with the superstar point guard "The Glove" Payton to reach his peak.

However, Payton, who is also a point guard, was ranked in the top 75, but he still didn't make it into this ball-handling ranking.

Of course, this also shows that ball control is not the only standard for judging whether a point guard is good or not.

Hardaway's problem was that he loved to control the ball too much, and early in his career he was criticized for being flashy and impractical.

So by the time he matured and became more balanced, he was already plagued by injuries and could no longer reach the top.

$80,000.

Others get an annual salary, but here in Hadaway it's just a holiday job.

The second-year student agreed without hesitation.

Even though Citibank University has a combined summer, winter, and spring break of about five months.

The second-year students immediately chose to work for the boss.

Kemp is young and still in his formative years; playing in Hong Kong to maintain his form won't affect his future chances of making big money in the NBA.

Since he was playing in the college league anyway, it wouldn't affect his exposure and practice. He figured he could earn money during the off-season, and besides, Wei Dong had heard that the spring break in March was the most intense period of the college league finals, so he didn't mind and said he could come during the winter and summer breaks.

Hardaway happily followed the boss.

He was a migrant worker from out of town, and like Camp, he carried his passport and ID with him at all times.

Wei Dong didn't even have time to check who else was in the venue before he was able to leave satisfied.

America is truly a wonderful place, a golden opportunity for capitalists to siphon off their swill.

It feels like we should have Wei Dong bring cheap and high-quality goods from Asia to exchange for US dollars, and then bring back the swill from here to crush Asia.

Profit from both ends!
I was overjoyed.

Hardaway was more outgoing and quick-witted than Camp. When he saw the Lincoln, he immediately offered to drive for his boss, even though he was only 1.83 meters tall.

It doesn't affect normal life as much as a big, clumsy person.

Satisfied, Wei Dong helped the lady into the back seat. Mrs. Rang, who had been diligently fulfilling her translation duties, was pleasantly surprised by this treatment. Finally, taking advantage of the opportunity presented by the car door, she seductively wiggled her hips and pouted, wanting a kiss...

I don't know if it was her feverish, alluring scent that was so captivating across races, but a few street thugs with braided hair, vests, tattoos, baseball caps, and big gold chains, who were leaning against the wall by the parking lot, were drawn in.

They got up and surrounded them.

With that nonchalant, roguish look, he clearly had no fear of people of Asian descent.

Camp had already struggled to get into the passenger seat. Hadaway had just started the car, and the boss and his wife were in the back, conveniently without the local bully to help them out.

This made Wei Dong especially wary of these petty thugs.

He kept glancing around out of the corner of his eye as he shoved his wife into the car, then turned around to do something else?! What are you guys up to?!

It's true what they say: "He who possesses a weapon will naturally harbor murderous intent."

If it were Rang Weidong selling cured meat, he would have kept a low profile and didn't say a word when he saw what happened with Li Xuehong.

In the past two years, I've been flattered and praised by all sides, and with that confidence, I can no longer bow my head.

They even included the translator, though it was impossible to understand, and the casual tone and attitude were not gentle.

And he even unconsciously touched his waist...

Back in Los Angeles, I tucked the gun into my pocket and held it to my lower back; it really gave me a lot more courage.

If someone glances at the other person and sees them lifting their clothes and touching their waist, then drawing a gun and opening fire becomes inevitable.

Wei Dong's ability to draw his gun was clearly the result of repeated practice with Mao.

Others just pull them out casually, from their lower back or belly.

He and his younger brother practiced carrying the guns backwards at their waists, with the butt facing forward.

The advantage of this angle is that you can pull it out with either hand, especially on the same side where you are holding the other hand. It looks like you are pulling the gun with the back of your hand against your waist and ribs, but actually your arm is twisted like a spring, so the gun pops out as soon as you pull it out!
Mao said these gun-drawing techniques train instantaneous reaction; every detail must be considered, and the cumulative effect might be a fraction of a second. He told Wei Dong to see two guns already in the air and fire immediately!
It has to be said that this Glock is unprecedented in that it doesn't require bolt loading; you can fire it directly from the bolt!

The first shot even went through the closest two people and hit the person behind.

The two were so terrified they nearly fell to their knees!

Moreover, he preemptively suppressed the firepower and fired a barrage of shots, while simultaneously drawing his 1911 rifle with his left hand behind his back...

No need to attack, just keep your eyes fixed on the field so no one dares to move!

Only the two who had drawn their guns lay dead in pools of blood.

The surrounding area instantly erupted like sparrows scattering from their nests in a threshing ground; those further away scattered and fled in panic.
Those nearby, especially those within three or four meters in front of them, immediately lay down!
Extremely skilled.

Wei Dong must have felt a sense of regret, like, "Damn... did I overdo it in self-defense?"

But at that point, there was no time to think further.

Hardaway jumped out of the driver's seat in great surprise, swerving and swerving repeatedly, asking what was wrong.

Kemp was going to climb out eventually, but Wei Dong didn't immediately try to escape; he knew he couldn't get away.

While telling Qin Yuye to get his mobile phone and call the police, he pointed to the ground and told everyone not to move!

Thanks to the two gun barrels swaying, no one dared to move, and no one dared to get up even if they shouted.

Even faster than Wei Dong had imagined, before the call even connected, the screeching police cars, probably patrolling nearby, rushed over, blaring various loudspeakers...

Then the second, third, and even more police cars arrived one after another in quick succession.

They all got out of the car, opened the door, drew their guns, and shouted as if facing a formidable enemy!
Just like at Madison Square Garden, Qin Yuye displayed the true nature of a Chaoshan Cantonese wife who takes care of her husband, holding up a mobile phone and shouting that she was calling the police.

He even tried to stand in front of Wei Dong!

Do you fucking want to die?!

If it weren't for the fear of triggering the police's tension by emptying the magazine, Wei Dong would have almost kicked her away!

Having received various security training from the police, the most important thing at this moment was to let the police see that he was not a threat. He quickly raised his hands, dropped his gun, and stepped back to reveal his completely exposed appearance.

Of course, you should stand in front of the car and separate yourself from the fallen gunman.

Then he kept telling his stupid wife, "I only defended myself because I saw one of them pull out a gun! It was self-defense..."

Of course, you can clearly tell who is trash just by looking at the scene.

On one side are young, newly rich people driving brand-new luxury cars, and on the other side are gang members.

Although Chinese Americans are at the very bottom of the North American social hierarchy, there's no need to watch the replay to see who's stirring up trouble.

The police officers, who had put away their guns, called for an ambulance and pulled Wei Dong into the back seat of the police car without handcuffing him.

He even had his wife translate for him, telling him not to be too nervous.

His wife is already busy making phone calls to find people, mainly lawyers.

The flow of hundreds of millions of dollars in various capital transactions generates a large number of written contracts that require the handling of law firms.

While the top law firms featured by Apple primarily focus on non-litigation matters, they certainly also have lawyers handling various criminal cases for major clients. If you receive a call, don't panic; killing a couple of thugs isn't a big deal...

When they arrived at the police station, they were already prepared to agree to let Wei Dong go on bail.

It's very simple. The two pistols that the other side had dropped in pools of blood were counterfeit guns with their serial numbers ground off, while the guns on this side were brand new, registered, and legal.

This is similar to driving without a license or driving a stolen car and causing an accident; in such cases, the driver is primarily responsible.

Moreover, Wei Dong insisted that he only attacked after seeing the other party draw his gun.

The fact that American imperialism failed to implement the Skynet project even 40 years later makes Wei Dong absolutely certain that he would never admit that touching his waist might have triggered the other party to draw his gun.

Hardaway and Camp had no idea what was going on.

They were even more incredulous at the boss's formidable fighting prowess, capable of resorting to violence at the slightest provocation.

With bail set at $50,000, Wang Xin and his group returned to the villa and were packing their belongings when Wei Dong and the others came back as well.

The police treated the properties near Beverly Hills that were left behind with even more discriminatory treatment.

I'm just advising you not to come to this area recently.

This is South Central Los Angeles, a synonym for the most dangerous area in the United States, the heart of gang violence!
The neighborhood they came from was particularly famous.

Kemp and Hardaway both grew up in gang-related areas of Indiana and Chicago.

Their usual bandit territory is not a place where outsiders like you can just go.

If Hardaway hadn't been driving, he might have just made a few noises and said something in the back and nothing would have happened.

But now, it's said that the whole neighborhood has become chaotic, with sirens blaring everywhere.

Even though both men who drew their guns were in the hospital receiving emergency treatment, Wei Dong didn't shoot them in the head or heart; he aimed for their chests and abdomens where he had drawn his guns.

Or it would incite the gangs throughout the neighborhood to cause trouble everywhere.

These areas already have extremely tense relations with the police, with frequent conflicts, and now there are reports on television news of attacks on surrounding Asians.

The Korean community next door has already started fighting!

What to do? Just watch the show.

(End of this chapter)