"President, I can get a space shuttle," West said. "Do you want to try it?"
"F * ck off," Chen Zhao said, glaring at West. "You'll die for no reason tonight."
Everyone felt regretful that they couldn't watch Chen Zhao fall from outer space like a human meteor.
West looked at Chen Zhao's back. "I really don't know if human weapons can kill the president."
"Nuclear bombs should be possible," someone said.
Chen Zhao paused and turned to look at West.
"I … can't get a nuclear bomb."
West was really afraid that if he said he could get a nuclear bomb, Chen Zhao would kill him right away.
In reality, Chen Zhao knew his own limits.
He wasn't as unkillable as imagined.
Even without nuclear weapons, there were many conventional weapons that could hurt or kill him.
For example, some guns and large-caliber sniper rifles could break Chen Zhao's defense.
There was also the legendary Metal Storm.
Chen Zhao had seen quite a few guns by now.
But he still hadn't seen Metal Storm, the legendary terrifying machine gun with a firing rate of one million bullets per minute.
It could even turn a tank into scrap metal.
Chen Zhao knew that his defense definitely couldn't compare to a tank.
There were also all sorts of modern weapons that could hurt Chen Zhao.
For example, explosive bombs, armor-piercing bombs, and air-fuel bullets.
These conventional weapons could kill Chen Zhao.
"Stop trying to kill me. If you want to play, then everyone can do it together. I'll do the same to you. That's only fair."
Everyone immediately gave up on the idea.
Their experiments on Chen Zhao might not have any results.
But if Chen Zhao experimented on them, there would definitely be results.
"Litt, where are you going? Give me a ride. "
"Teacher, where are you going?"
"To school. The principal forced me to take a troublesome job. Now, I have to go to school every day."
At the school, Litt Grove opened the door for Chen Zhao.
"Teacher, please get off."
Chen Zhao rubbed his forehead. "I have my own hands. Don't open the door for me. It's like you're from a gang."
"I'm a student and you're a teacher. Isn't it natural for me to obey you?"
Litt Grove wasn't ashamed. Instead, he was proud.
With such a lackey by his side, Chen Zhao was too embarrassed to walk around the school anymore.
After strolling around the school, he left in a hurry.
In the past, Chen Zhao had thought that a rich second generation with a lackey was pretty cool.
Now, he only felt awkward, truly awkward.
…
At this moment, in the Staples Center in Los Angeles, an intense match was taking place.
Ruby and Duba were sitting on the sidelines. Because of their injuries, they had missed two consecutive games.
Of course, as members of the HR team, their thirst for victory was the same.
So even though they were substitutes, they still cheered for their teammates on the sidelines.
In fact, both of their injuries were almost healed.
It had to be said that after Chen Zhao's treatment, they indeed recovered quite well.
Of course, the main reason was that their injuries weren't very serious to begin with. Coupled with the timely treatment, they recovered very well.
In fact, they were almost ready to play, but because of the conflict within the team, Coach Simpson still had some complaints about them and kept them on the bench.
However, the situation on the court was not optimistic. It was already the third quarter, but their team was 12 points behind.
Of course, anything could happen on the court.
However, the chances of this happening were not high.
Duba was a functional player, while Ruby was a star player.
The two of them were very useful on the field.
Now that they were absent, the HR team's matches were extremely difficult.
Especially against strong opponents, victory or defeat could be decided by a hair's breadth.
"Pass, pass …" Ruby stood up and yelled at his teammates, "Beautiful, three-pointer!"
They had caught up by three points, but the situation did not improve.
The HR team was being suppressed.
Just then, in a collision, a member of the HR team was knocked to the ground.
"Foul, foul!" Ruby, Duba, and the other substitutes all yelled.
The referee also gave a foul and a free throw.
However, after that member of the HR team got up from the ground, he kept holding his shoulder.
"Kohler, are you okay?"
"Coach, I think my shoulder is dislocated." Kohler's expression was very painful.
"Doctor, doctor." Simpson asked for a timeout and took Kohler off the field.
The doctor ran over and checked Kohler's injury.
"How is it, is Kohler okay?"
The doctor shook his head with a serious expression, "He seems to have an injury to his shoulder blade. He can't continue playing and needs treatment."
"Is it serious?"
"It's very serious, he can't continue playing … even Kohler's entire season …" The doctor shook his head and said.
Everyone's faces were covered with a layer of shadow.
Kohler's position on the court was very important. He was the core.
If he couldn't play, they would definitely lose this match.
More importantly, if he was gone for the entire season, then the HR team would very likely lose the chance to compete for the championship.
"Give me pain relief … it hurts, it hurts. Doctor, give me pain relief."
The doctor looked at Simpson. Pain relief wasn't something that could be used casually.
Even the doctor couldn't make the decision.
Normally, if a player was injured on the court, then they had to first diagnose it before deciding whether or not to use morphine.
If it was a minor injury, then even if it hurt to death, it shouldn't be used.
Because if morphine was used, then it definitely wouldn't pass the urine test.
There were oral pain relievers, but they definitely weren't as effective as morphine.
"Let's go to the hospital for a checkup first." Although Simpson was also very anxious, he still resisted and didn't let Kohler use the pain reliever.
The match started again, but they had lost another star player on the court. The situation was even more one-sided.
Simpson's voice was hoarse from all the shouting, but in the face of such a crushing defeat, he was powerless.
In the last minute, the score difference was 20 points. This was the worst loss they had suffered in the past three seasons.
The HR team had always been a strong team in the NBA. It had always been them crushing others, but no one had ever crushed them.
But in today's match, the HR team's dignity had been completely lost.
In the last minute of the match, other than Simpson who was still shouting at the top of his lungs, the other players on the bench had already calmed down.
At this time, Kohler was no longer shouting in pain. He had been sitting on the bench the whole time, but he kept sweating.
Professional players had the qualities of professional players. He also knew that there was no way to stop the pain before going to the hospital.
At this time, Ruby came to Kohler's side.
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