NBA: Northeast China's spectacular dunks sweep the entire league.

On the last day of the fourth week, the lights in the training hall were so bright they were almost blinding.

The air was filled with a smell that was a mixture of sweat, magnesium powder, and floor paint. It was the unique smell of the basketball court and the smell that Lin Hao had become most familiar with over the past month.

The "thump-thump" sound of basketballs hitting the floor on the court has stopped.

Lin Hao, Richardson, and Arenas collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily, sweat dripping from their chins and staining the wooden floor with a large dark patch. They had just finished a high-intensity intra-squad scrimmage, where Lin Hao, using his new run-and-gun system, led the substitute team to a crushing defeat of the starters.

Dell Curry sat on the sidelines, a thick tactical notebook spread out on his lap, a pen in his hand, scribbling something rapidly. His eyes no longer held the previous seriousness and criticalness, but rather an undisguised excitement and satisfaction.

"Lin," Dell closed his laptop, stood up, and walked to the three of them, "you've worked hard this past month."

Lin Hao tilted his head back, wiped the sweat from his face with the back of his hand, grinned, revealing a set of white teeth: "Old Dai, what's all this talk about hard work? We Northeasterners are all about practicality. As long as we win, we'll train until our arms break!"

"Really..." Dale Curry savored the word, nodded, "That's right, really. Your tactics don't have any fancy pick-and-rolls or complicated positioning; it's just the simplest 'fast, accurate, and ruthless.' Just like how you Northeastern hunters snipe—aim carefully, and kill with one shot."

"A hunter sniping?" Richardson and Arenas both looked up curiously.

Lin Hao's eyes lit up. He sat up from the floor and leaned closer to Dell: "Old Dell, go on."

Dell Curry walked to the whiteboard, picked up a pen, and drew a heavy circle on the running route he had drawn countless times.

"Look," Dell Curry pointed to the roadmap, "'Lightning Shot' is the foundation, requiring you to release the ball within 0.8 seconds, that's speed; 'Drift Three' is the core, requiring you to maintain a stable hand shape during contact, that's accuracy; 'Pull-Up Three' is the soul, requiring you to finish while running, that's ruthlessness."

He paused, looking at Lin Hao: "These three things combined make up a complete offensive system. It doesn't require star players to go one-on-one, it doesn't require physical battles in the paint, it just requires you to be like hunters, looking for opportunities in the jungle, and then using the fastest speed, the most accurate marksmanship, and the most ruthless methods to kill your prey."

As Lin Hao listened, his heart began to race uncontrollably.

Hunter... sniper rifle...

That metaphor is so damn apt!

Instantly, images of those men carrying hunting rifles in the deep mountains of his hometown flashed into his mind. Their eyes were cold, their movements decisive, and once the gun fired, the prey would surely fall.

"Guys!" Lin Hao slapped his thigh and stood up excitedly, "We have to call it 'Northeast Sniper'! What do you guys think?"

"Northeast Sniper?" Dale Curry paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Yes! Let's use the name we came up with before. Excellent! 'Northeast Sniper,' you can tell whose tactic it is just by hearing it, and you can tell just by hearing it how ruthless it is!"

Richardson and Arenas also got excited.

"Northeast Sniper...that's a badass name!" Richardson pounded his chest. "From now on, if anyone dares to let me get away with it, I'll snipe them to death with this move!"

"What about me? Brother Lin, can I be the sniper?" Arenas looked at Lin Hao expectantly.

"Yes!" Lin Hao patted Arenas on the shoulder forcefully. "With proper training, you can all be snipers! Our entire Warriors team is a group of hunters carrying sniper rifles!"

At this moment, the atmosphere in the training hall reached its peak.

A month of monotonous training, countless failures and restarts, all the sweat and exhaustion found their purpose at this moment. This tactical system was no longer just a theoretical framework; it had a soul, a name, and a unique mark belonging to Lin Hao and the Warriors.

Dell Curry looked at the fire in the eyes of these three young men, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions. In all his years of coaching, he had mentored countless players, but he had never seen a player like Lin Hao who could ingrain a tactic into his very being. This wasn't just talent; it was an extreme thirst for victory.

"Now that the name is decided," Dell Curry said, his smile fading and his coaching seriousness returning. "Then we need to perfect this 'Northeast Sniper' style. Starting tomorrow, we'll stop having individual drills and start full team practice. Richardson and Arenas, you two need to get familiar with Lin's off-ball movement as soon as possible, and know when to create space and when to drive."

"Understood, Coach!" the two replied in unison.

"Lin," Dale looked at Lin Hao, "you are now the core sniper of this team. Every shot you take will determine the outcome of the game. You must remember that the essence of the 'Northeast Sniper' is not about how many three-pointers you make, but about letting the opponent know that as long as you have the ball, you could be dead at any moment."

Lin Hao nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, Lao Dai, I know what I'm doing."

He walked to the three-point line and picked up the basketball from the ground. That feeling came back to him, the same feeling he had when he first saw Stephen Jr. shoot a basket—a pure love for basketball, coupled with an extreme pursuit of victory.

He dribbled the ball, advanced, crossed the center line, and didn't slow down.

As the defender closed in, Lin Hao slightly shifted his body to the side, using the defender's momentum against him, and completed a very small drift in the air.

A slight tremor of the wrist.

The basketball traced an extremely high parabola, like a precision-guided bullet.

"Whoosh—"

Hollow-core netting.

The whole process was smooth and fluid, as fast as lightning, as accurate as a ruler, and as ruthless as a heavy punch.

There were no unnecessary movements, no hesitation whatsoever.

This is the "Northeast Sniper".

"Beautiful!" Dell Curry yelled from the sidelines, "That's it! That's the rhythm!"

Richardson and Arenas jumped up excitedly, shouting at Lin Hao, "That was so accurate! Lin! There's no way to defend that shot!"

Lin Hao landed, looked at the still slightly swaying basketball net, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

He knew that from this day forward, the Golden State Warriors' offense would be completely transformed. Teams still playing at a traditional, slow pace simply couldn't keep up. They would tremble like a pack of panicked prey under the sniper rifles of the Warriors.

[Ding! Detected that the host has successfully constructed their exclusive tactical system [Northeast Sniper]. The first stage of the Tactical Master mission is complete! Rewards: Permanent +2% three-point shooting percentage, +15% teammate tactical execution efficiency. Unlock special passive [Sniper Moment]: When the host hits a three-pointer using the 'Northeast Sniper' system, there is a 10% chance to trigger a 'Guaranteed Hit' effect, lasting 5 seconds.]

The system notification sounded in my mind, but the cold numbers brought a warm feeling.

Lin Hao clenched his fist, feeling the power surging within him.

"Alright, stop yelling," Lin Hao waved to his two teammates, his usual straightforwardness returning. "I've been training all day, I'm starving. Let's go, it's my treat, let's go get some stew! And some goose, to nourish our brains!"

"Yay!" Richardson and Arenas cheered.

Dell Curry smiled and shook his head, packing up his equipment: "You guys go ahead, I'll call Sonia and come over later."

Stepping out of the training facility, the night breeze in Auckland carried a slight chill.

Lin Hao looked up at the starry sky, feeling even more excited than when he had just scored the goal.

With this "Northeast sniper" skill, let's see who dares to block my way!

He took out his phone and sent Zhang Qingying a text message: "Qingying, the tactic is perfected, it's called 'Northeast Sniper.' When the season starts, I'll take you to see it live, I guarantee it'll get your blood pumping!"

After sending the text message, he started the car.

The roar of the engine echoed through the empty parking lot, much like the whistling of sniper bullets on a sports field.

The run-and-gun storm is coming to Jinzhou.