Quail celebrates his birthday today

Miami.

Shackle O'Neill House.

All the Heat players, no, it should be said that all the teammates were here last season. It seemed that today was Ace's birthday. A group of men were having a crazy time. No party of beautiful NV could actually make these group of hormones secrete. Ace was holding a bottle of wine and drinking, while the funny Shackle O'Neal was sitting on the sofa in the living room with a pumpkin hat singing Christmas songs.

"I said brothers, let's play at home, so why not go outside," said White Chocolate Williams.

"Let's go, I'll accompany you to the end today." Ace was depressed today and had a lot of fun today, even in the middle of the night.

"Hey, hey, we are caught by the police when we drive out, and we will definitely be reported tomorrow. The whole Heat team will be drunk." Dwyane Wade is the boss, and even if he drinks a lot, his mind is still relatively clear. If this matter is made, it is not a joke. At the very least, it will be detained, and at the worst, these guys will be sentenced.

"What are you afraid of? I'm driving. You crazy guys, you know that the old man is important at this time." Alonzo Mooning said, yes, Alonzo Mooning has never been drunk due to physical reasons. As Ace remembers, it seems that he only drank a lot of alcohol when he won the championship last season, but he went to the hospital the next day.

"Ha, Uncle Morn" Ace hugged Alonzo Mornin and waved to a group of drunkards.

"No matter how you go to Miami, you have to go back to the American Airlines Arena, right?" Williams wanted to drag Ace to the place where he had fought together today. This guy ran too fast last time.

Gary Payton also stopped his funny dance excitedly and carried the bottle and left O'Neal's villa with everyone.

"Look at yourself first, don't carry anything on me. I feel that I will definitely be checked by the police when I go out today. Miami is particularly strict this night," Anthony Walker reminded.

"That's right, I said Jason (Williams) you didn't bring any extra powder," Ace joked.

"Get out, I've quit." Williams doesn't usually make jokes on the team. The reputation of the bad boy was dragged down. When he met Ace, he seemed to have regained his style for a while, of course, it was just a style of speaking.

Fortunately, Shackle has a large passenger car at home. In O'Neal's words, this car usually goes out for shopping. Second, it can remove all seats and modify them to become an ambulance. This is a custom-made special car by O'Neal. Who made him too big?

Just entered Miami, yes, it was just that, just entered the city. The sound of this car was so large that the sound was so loud that the people howled in the car. The smell of wine floating out of the car window could be smelled by the flowing dogs across three streets.

"These guys have drunk, I don't have it," Alonzo Moening said, pulling the car aside and opening the window.

"It turned out to be you, but sorry, I still have to measure the concentration of the wine." When the police saw that it was Alonzo Moening, a famous man who didn't drink, looked through the car window and there were other members of the Heat.

"Brother, we are still rushing to the stadium. Can we hurry up?" Ace didn't know if he couldn't wait or wanted to know that this guy ran to Miami, and said half of his body popped up the car window.

"Ace Ace Walker" police companion called out in surprise.

"Yes, yes, it's the handsomeest man in the whole league." Ace wanted to say nothing but was dragged in by Dwyane Wade.

"This guy is drunk too much, don't worry about him. Can we leave?" Alonzo Moening said after the test. In fact, they were ready to be tested. It was already past 2 o'clock in the evening. Only their car is like fireflies in the night.

"Yes, but be careful when driving. Miami will definitely win the championship this year."

No matter what the police say, it may be a fateful act. The Heat's car was temporarily inspected once when it arrived in a block. Is it that obvious? Fortunately, Alonzo Moening's face was tough enough. The local police saw that he was driving, and they let it go after measuring the concentration of the alcohol.

However, once everyone got out of the car to check. You should know that basketball stars are equivalent to drugs. In fact, the police can turn a blind eye to them, but who has let them bear their lives?

"Oh, damn it, why are you here in the stadium in the middle of the night?" Ace said while rubbing his arms and standing in the center of the stadium.

"That guy said he was here," Anthony Walker asked.

"Didn't you say that you can feel our glory?" White Chocolate Williams whispered.

"Hun Dan, we can't even get together with both teams. Go away quickly, go away quickly, you still want to have a friendly game, can you catch the ball now?" O'Neal said angrily.

When Payton, who had just turned on the lights, heard that everyone was leaving again, he had nowhere to be angry and was too lazy to run back and turn off the lights, so he followed the main force outside.

"What, what are these guys doing when they run to the stadium... Oh... Let them make a fuss..." Pat Riley was lying on the phone and continued.

"What's wrong?" the wife next to her asked on the headlight.

"Ace, don't you remember that boy came to Miami and followed the stinky guys in the team to the stadium in the middle of the night. I don't know what to do," Pat Riley said as he got back into bed.

"It's okay to go to the stadium so late," the wife said in confusion.

"It's better than going to the bar. Don't worry, Boxi and Mooning are both here and are sleeping."

At the same time, the paparazzi in Miami, no, the paparazzi in the Information Age had already received news from various places. Ace was drunk with a group of people from the Heat and ran to the American Airlines Arena for drunk. I don’t know what to do. It can be said that one side is moving.

The old man suddenly saw a group of reporters holding the camera. The camera was about to rush into the goal hall and hurriedly closed the iron gate. As soon as the team members left, these guys came and were well-informed.

"Can we go in? I heard that Ace and Dwyane Wade were in the stadium." A reporter said and quietly stuffed a few dollars into the old man's hand.

"No, this is a rule. It's saying that there is not even a person at night, why are you going in?" The old man silently put the money in his pocket, but he seemed to be unable to let them in no matter how he said it.

"The lights are on. There is no one inside this night, and we have received news. Just be fine. Besides, the arena is also allowed to pass through to our reporters." A reporter said impatiently.

"If you say it doesn't work, it doesn't work. Besides, you have to go to the goal hall and contact the higher authorities. Anyway, I can't work here. I can only call me to let you in. I will just go back to the room without giving me a face.

‘Tsk, stingy guy’ the old man looked at the $10 in his hand and curled his lips disdainfully. He saw that there were two bottles of red wine worth several thousand dollars next to him. It was what Ace gave him when he entered just now. Even if it was a bottle of beer from the supermarket, the old man would accept it with a smile. This was given by Ace.

‘Damn paparazzi, just wait slowly. I won’t tell you that the guys have already left from behind. Well, the light is not turned off, so you can just keep it slowly. The old man thought about it and brought his headphones and listened to the radio.

A large group of paparazzi were squatting in front of the big air in the cold wind, afraid of missing the first shot. They were more dedicated than the National Security Agency and just squatted in front of the American Airlines Center Arena.

At this time, these guys had already driven to the beach in Miami. It was already April and Miami had entered the tourist period. In the middle of the night, many people were wandering on the beach. Many couples who came to the house were disturbed by these drunkards and had no interest. If they were a little behind, they would definitely see that these guys were actually almost all the members of the Heat.

Some people even called the police and said they had gathered illegally. Of course, the police also came over, but after seeing everyone clearly, they asked a few questions and walked away.

I don’t know which guy had an idea to load the barbecue grill into the car. A group of excited guys started the second battle on the beach in Miami. When the bottles collided with each other, strange screams and harsh "Ace Card" tunes.

The paparazzi, who was stomping his feet in front of the American Airlines Center, didn't know the person he wanted to interview was gathering on the beach openly.

Quail celebrates his birthday today. I am really sorry, so I will upload so many of them today.

The next chapter will go directly to the playoffs. Actually, I don’t want to talk nonsense, but this goes directly to the playoffs without even a transition. Isn’t it a bit too stiff? So these two chapters will be regarded as quails to cheat the word count. The next chapter will go directly to the playoffs, and follow the progress, Lakers vs. Suns.

As for where Ace will go next season, Quail has plans, and of course everyone has better ideas to tell Quail.

I have been catching a cold these two days, and I have to go out with my friends today. It’s so frustrating. Finally, I wish you a happy birthday.f@.
Chapter completed!