I was acting crazy in North America, and all the crazy people there took it seriously.

Chapter 215 The Most insane league in sports history (Part 2)

President Coolidge genuinely found the competition very interesting.

It's not that the game was particularly brilliant—in fact, based on his limited basketball knowledge, the game was full of mistakes and reckless play; but what was interesting was the endless fun outside of the game!
The way Chicagoans seem to thrive on chaos even when watching a game made him smile slightly.

When the referee used force to quell the situation, even the president couldn't help but exclaim how satisfying it was!
In that moment, he experienced the joy of Chicagoans pursuing fun!

Do you really think being president is easy?
Since taking office, he has been working tirelessly. Heaven knows how much he hopes that in the real political struggle, he can also have such a decisive "referee" under his command, who can knock out those troublemakers with a single punch before they even emerge and before they have a chance to develop into a crisis that sweeps the whole country, so that the world can be instantly at peace!

Okay, it's impossible in reality, but seeing this "heartening" scene in the game, the president felt like he had received a thoroughly enjoyable mental massage. It was so damn stress-relieving!
However, listeners on the radio don't get this point.

There were quite a few listeners to the Prison BA opening match. After all, the previous publicity was not overwhelming, but it was at least ubiquitous. Everyone was full of curiosity and anticipation for this unprecedented prison sports league.

However, listening to a new sporting event that most people have never seen before via radio is undoubtedly extremely disadvantageous. There are no visuals, only sounds, and no matter how brilliant the players' performance is, they can only rely on the announcer's words to painstakingly construct their imagination.

It's like looking at a beautiful woman through frosted glass; it always feels like scratching an itch through a boot.

Fortunately, "Prison Basketball" has a unique advantage; its charm extends far beyond basketball itself.

During the breaks in explaining the competition, the two announcers interspersed their broadcasts with a large amount of carefully prepared "tidbits" and "background information".

The detailed introduction of the various reasons for the imprisonment of the prisoner players, their "status" in prison, and the factions they belonged to was enough to make the radio listeners cheer with excitement. They felt that there were indeed "hidden talents" in the prison, which was much more exciting than the professional leagues in the outside world!

However, they never expected that even the referee was a "hidden master"!
When they first heard the referee violently suppress the players' brawl, almost all the listeners were stunned and picked at their ears.

watt? !
The referee's way of controlling the game is to physically take down the troublemaking players one punch at a time?

Are you really being a serious referee?
What kind of legitimate sporting event would have such a bizarre scene?
Even underground boxing matches wouldn't be like this, let alone legitimate ones.
With all the players down, can the game still proceed smoothly?
of course can!

The referees were professionals; they avoided hitting the player's vital points. The force of their blows was enough to instantly incapacitate the player, but not to cause serious injury!
Sure enough, the players who fainted woke up shortly afterward, and they were not ejected from the game. The referee issued a technical foul, both sides took free throws, and then the first half ended!

The announcer will introduce the referee team as appropriate.

They are indeed no ordinary people. They are the only people on the field who did not come from inside the prison. Instead, they are martial arts experts selected from among veterans or heroes of the martial arts world!
They are not only proficient in the rules of basketball, but also in how to quell any disturbance that might jeopardize the game in the shortest amount of time and in the most effective way!
This is the ironclad rule of prisons: to suppress scumbags. Sometimes reasoning is useless; only a harder iron fist can do the trick!
This also starkly reveals the true nature of the prison basketball league: it is a sports competition, but first and foremost, it is a prison!
Aside from a small minority who felt uncomfortable, most listeners, after the initial shock, were instead intrigued by this unprecedented "method of maintaining order."

This is too exciting!

The atmosphere was not cooled down, but rather became even more heated because of the referee's "thunderous enforcement" in the first half, especially among the audience.

The audience was still talking about the "famous scene" from earlier, and was also looking forward to the unexpected "surprises" that might happen in the second half.

After the "baptism" of the first half, everyone has realized that watching "Prison Basketball" should never be done with the mindset of watching a regular sports game.

The whistle blew to start the second half of the game.

It was obvious that both teams' players had toned down their actions on the field.

There's no way around it; the referee's ruthless methods had a powerful deterrent effect. Fighting is still too dangerous, so everyone should just focus on playing basketball.

The game seems to be returning to the "normal" basketball track.

The Bulls' head coach, a college basketball enthusiast who was imprisoned for "sympathizing with insurgents," took the opportunity to adjust his strategy, emphasizing less ball handling, faster passing, and using the players' relatively better mid-range shooting ability to score, avoiding physical battles under the basket.

After the "baptism of fire" in the second quarter, the Bulls seemed to have been tempered and were more prepared to respond to the Timberwolves' dirty tricks.

Yes, a response.

After the incident, the players realized that as long as it didn't lead to a large-scale brawl and disrupt the "smooth progress" of the game, the referee would turn a blind eye to minor fouls.

As a result, the Bulls' defense became more aggressive. Of course, they were not as talented as the Timberwolves' "heroes" in this regard—the latter, after figuring out the referees' bottom line, made their dirty tricks more subtle and dirty, and their physical collisions more unrestrained.

But basketball is ultimately a game about getting the ball into the basket. The Bulls, with their superior ball handling and relatively consistent mid-range shooting, gradually gained the upper hand.

It seems the Bulls are poised to secure the victory.
Someone stood up and said no.

The main focus this time wasn't on the field, but in the stands.

The Timberwolves' biggest supporter group—members of vibrant local Chicago organizations—also came to watch the game today. They gathered in a designated area of ​​the stands, all wearing matching Timberwolves jerseys.

Seeing that their team was in a bad situation, they unleashed a carefully prepared trump card.

Through their coordination and organization, the initial few hundred people in that area quickly spread to the entire half of the stands occupied by the Grey Wolves supporters, with nearly a thousand spectators acting in unison!

When Bulls players have the ball, they stop hurling random curses and instead raise their right hands simultaneously, making a gun gesture with their index finger and thumb, all aimed at the Bulls player who is dribbling, passing, or preparing to shoot.

Immediately afterwards, thousands of simulated gunshots erupted simultaneously from their throats:
"boom!"

Finally, a uniform, malicious declaration:

"XXX, you're going to die!"

The sound was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, exploding above the arena!
Every time the Bulls make a substitution, the same routine plays out: aim the gun -> shout "Bang!" in unison -> yell "XXX, you're going to die!"

Under their leadership and direction, all the Timberwolves supporters in the arena joined in this terrifying "mass shooting intimidation"!
Every Bulls player with the ball feels targeted by thousands of "gun barrels" the moment they touch it, along with the deafening "gunshots" and death knell!

The listeners were stunned once again when they heard the announcer describe the scene!

Is this okay for riding on a horse?
Watching a basketball game and seeing the entire audience "simulate the execution" of the players?!
This is no ordinary intimidation; it's utterly shattering the spirit of sports!

However, the announcer explained that it really works!

Like I said before, this is Prison BA!

Players have human rights, but not many. As long as spectators do not directly cause physical harm to the players, the organizers even welcome spectators to "intervene" in the game in various "creative" ways, increasing uncertainty and amplifying psychological games!

The audience couldn't help but feel a toothache after hearing this. Shit, this is so "Chicago"!
The intimidation from Timberwolves supporters continued, becoming increasingly rhythmic, with each synchronized "bang!" like a heavy hammer blow to the hearts of the Bulls players.

Although the Bulls' supporters began to react and tried to suppress and disrupt the interference with louder boos and shouts, a lively organization is still an organization, and the Bulls' scattered supporters were far less organized than the well-prepared former.

This intimidating psychological threat clearly had an effect.

The Bulls players showed signs of panic and hesitation when handling the ball; their dribbling became less fluid, their passing more hesitant, and they even committed several unforced turnovers. The Timberwolves capitalized on this, gradually chipping away at the deficit.

The announcer couldn't help but exclaim, "If the Timberwolves win this game, half the credit goes to the stands! Those guys are the real 'Sixth Man of the Game'! I give them full marks for that psychological warfare!"

With one minute left in the game, the Timberwolves made a successful steal and fast break layup, finally tying the score!
58: 58!

The Bulls called a timeout.

During the brief timeout, the Bulls' coach frantically drew up the final offensive plays on the whiteboard, but the players were distracted and barely listened to any instructions.

Under the combined physical and psychological pressure from opposing players and supporters, they didn't even dare to receive the ball.

At that moment, Leon Jordan stepped up and said only one thing: "Give me the ball!"

He was the player who was threatened the most during the game, and as a result, he made a lot of mistakes under pressure.

But at the last moment, the deepest rage within him was completely ignited—Fuck! Go ahead and shoot me if you dare! Otherwise, I'm going to win!
In other words, as long as he wins, he will gain stronger bargaining power, and even if someone really wants to shoot him, the organizers will never allow it!
All hesitation, fear, and solemnity vanished at that moment, replaced by a focused and calm demeanor that made him feel one with the basketball.

The game starts again.

The Bulls inbound the ball.

Leon Jordan used a screen from his teammate to shake off the first defender and received a pass near the midcourt line. Without hesitation, like an enraged cheetah, he unleashed the last of his energy, forcefully squeezing past the help defender and driving into the paint!
There are 5 seconds left!
At this stage of the game, everyone's stamina was nearly exhausted. The Timberwolves' two tall interior players had already retreated to the basket, waiting for their turn.

As Leon Jordan stepped into the three-second zone and jumped, they also used their last bit of strength to leap up, their four long arms like an intertwined net, completely blocking all his conventional shooting angles!

There are 3 seconds left!
The entire basketball arena held its breath. Even the Timberwolves supporters in the stands, who had been "firing" their guns, subconsciously stopped shouting and stared wide-eyed at the final result.

Just when everyone thought he would either force a shot and get blocked or make a passing error, Leon Jordan began his ultimate performance!

In mid-air, he seemed to defy gravity, forcefully twisting his waist and contracting his abdomen! His entire body made a noticeable pause and fold in the air, slipping under the armpits of the two blocking arms! The momentum carried him to the back of the backboard, completely avoiding the frontal block!

But at this moment, he was behind the backboard and lost direct vision of the basket!

Just as his body was about to fall, he used his amazing core strength and waist flexibility to complete an extreme pull-up move!
With a flick of his wrist, his right hand, holding the ball, launched the basketball high into the air from behind the backboard at an almost impossible angle, as if a serpent were emerging from its hole!

Time seemed to stand still for the entire audience at that moment.

All eyes were on the basketball that traced a strange arc in the air.

It spun, flew over the top edge of the backboard, and then began to fall. Finally… it spun through the net!

"beep--!!!"

The final whistle blew almost simultaneously with the sound of the basketball going through the net!

60:58! A game-winning shot!

"It's...it's in?! The ball's in! My God! Leon Jordan! The Black Panther! He did it! He did it!!"

The two announcers' voices blended together, their shouts cracking as they yelled, "In the final moments, he pierced the entire defense and executed a miraculous pull-up in mid-air! A divine goal to seal the victory! This is a goal that will go down in history!"

"What is talent? This is talent! Faced with absolute talent and a strong mentality, all intimidation, violence, and dirty tricks are pale and powerless! He did it! He did it! He responded to all provocations in the most basketball way! Tonight, he is the king of Chicago! He is the first true superstar in the NBA!"

"Despite the brawls! Despite the intimidation! In the end, what decides the game is still this damn beautiful basketball! Ladies and gentlemen, this is the charm of competitive sports! This is the charm of the NBA! This is the ultimate charm of individual heroism that blossoms in adversity!"

"Words cannot describe it! I can only say that tonight, we are all followers of the 'Black Panther'!"

The spotlights shone on Leon Jordan, who had landed on one knee and was now slamming his fist into the floor.

He slowly stood up, ignoring his ecstatic teammates who rushed over to hug him, and instead turned around to look directly at the stands where he had previously been given a “death sentence.”

Then, under everyone's gaze, he raised his right hand, made an identical "pistol" gesture with his index finger and thumb, steadily "aimed" at the dumbfounded supporters of the Heroic Faction, made a clear "shooting" gesture, and then blew away the gunpowder smoke.

Bang (silent).

Your "guns" have gone silent. But my "bullets" have gone in.

It seemed that only at this moment were the audience truly "awakened" by Leon Jordan's miraculous game-winning shot and this silent response.

"boom--!"

The area where the Bulls supporters were located erupted in a deafening roar of cheers, screams, and stomping! People hugged and jumped wildly, tossing their drinks and popcorn into the air as if they had won a world war!

Meanwhile, the previously arrogant supporters of the heroic faction looked as if they had been collectively choked, their faces filled with disbelief.

Inside the box, President Coolidge, along with all the Chicago officials, Logan, and others, stood up and gave a heartfelt round of applause for this incredible, miraculous goal.

The president's face lit up with excitement again, and he said in a loud voice, "Perfect! That was a perfect basketball game!"

Yes, even Logan agreed this time. It was truly a perfect performance!
A competition that combined skill, violence, psychological warfare, and amusement ultimately ended in an extreme display of individual heroism.

It truly defines the tone of "Prison BA": here, anything unbelievable can happen!
The following day, The Sun published three striking photos side-by-side on its front page:

The first image shows the moment when the referee lands a straight punch on a player's abdomen, causing the player's eyes to bulge out; the image is filled with the beauty of violence frozen in time.

The second image shows a terrifying scene of thousands of Timberwolves supporters raising their "guns" in unison, aiming at the stadium, conveying a sense of collective, conscious oppression.

The third image, placed in the very center and occupying the largest portion of the page, shows Leon Jordan behind the backboard, his body stretched out to the extreme, completing that incredible game-winning layup in a breathtaking moment of soaring flight, brimming with an artistic sense that transcends limits.

The three photos perfectly capture the three climaxes of the match.

The title is in bold.

"The most insane league in sports history has been born!"

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(End of this chapter)