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

Lin Hao sat on a chair in the locker room, sweat dripping from his chin onto the floor, leaving a small, dark stain. He crossed his legs, the fierce gleam of his recent victory still lingering in his eyes, when suddenly a crisp electronic notification sound rang in his mind.

[Ding! Detected that the host has successfully constructed a unique tactical system [Northeast Sniper], and its effectiveness has been verified in actual combat, triggering a core system upgrade!]

[Exclusive Tactical Master Mission Completion Rate: 100%!]

[Rewards being distributed...]

[1. Three-point shooting percentage permanently increased by 3% (current base percentage: 52% → 55%)]

2. Teammate tactical execution efficiency +20% (Current execution rate: 75% → 95%)

[3. Unlock special passive [Sniper Moment]: When the [Northeast Sniper] system is triggered, it increases hit rate by an additional 10% for 5 seconds, with a 30-second cooldown.]

4. Unlock exclusive title: [Tactical Master] (All attributes +5%, Leadership +10%)

Lin Hao was stunned for a moment, and almost dropped the ball in his hand.

He quickly left the crowd in the training hall, hid in a corner, and with a thought, brought up the semi-transparent system panel that only he could see.

The data on the panel was jumping around wildly.

The previously dull icon for "Exclusive Tactical Master" was now blindingly bright, like a bullet just fired. Below it were detailed lists of the boosts to various attributes, each number making his heart race.

A 3% improvement in shooting percentage may not seem like much, but in the competitive environment of the NBA, it's the dividing line between good and top-tier. What's more, there's the 20% increase in tactical execution efficiency—meaning that from now on, when he raises his hand, Richardson and Arenas will be like they have GPS, perfectly positioned to run into the right place, eliminating the previous mismatches.

What excited him the most was that [sniper moment].

"An additional 10% hit rate when triggered..." Lin Hao muttered to himself, his straightforward Northeastern spirit kicking in. "Isn't this guaranteed to hit in the crucial moments? Good heavens, with this thing, who would dare let me off the hook in the last two minutes?"

"Lin, what are you spacing out for?" Richardson walked over, wiping his sweat with a towel, looking at him with admiration. "That shot was so weird, you could score no matter how you ran, we couldn't stop you."

Lin Hao snapped out of his daze, put away the system panel, grinned, revealing a set of white teeth: "What are you daydreaming about? I wasn't satisfied with my training just now, I was just thinking about what delicious food to prepare to celebrate tonight!"

He patted Richardson on the shoulder, so hard that Richardson winced: "Jason, that air cut you did well just now. Keep doing it like that from now on. That's how we do our 'Northeast Sniper' style! Fast, accurate, and ruthless!"

"That's right!" Richardson straightened up immediately upon hearing the praise. "Brother Lin, your tactics are too clever! Before, we had to follow your instructions when making runs, but now, as soon as you get the ball, I know where to go. This isn't playing ball, it's hunting!"

Arenas, who was standing next to him, leaned over and whispered, "Brother Lin, that three-pointer I just made was because of your accurate pass. Before, I had to adjust myself when I received the ball, but today, when I received the ball from you, I didn't even need to stop, I could just shoot."

Lin Hao looked at his two apprentices, feeling quite pleased with himself. This was 20% tactical execution efficiency—instant results!

He took out his phone and sent Zhao Dabao a voice message: "Dabao, we won the test match just now! 38 points, 8 assists, 9 out of 10 from three-point range! Our 'Northeast Sniper' is a hit! Let's get some good food tonight, it's on me!"

After sending the voice message, Lin Hao walked to the sidelines, where Dell Curry was sitting and organizing his tactics board.

"Old Dai," Lin Hao squatted down, looking at his mentor, "what did you think of the tactical maneuver just now?"

Dell Curry looked up, a genuine smile spreading across his face. He closed his whiteboard and patted Lin Hao on the shoulder forcefully: "Lin, you're even better than I expected. I originally thought this was just a shooting tactic, but today I saw it set the pace for the whole team. You're not just a sniper, you're the one directing the hunter to fire."

Lin Hao chuckled, scratching his head a little embarrassedly: "Isn't it all thanks to your excellent teaching? If you hadn't spent over a month relentlessly working on my technique, how could I have thrown so accurately?"

"That's because you did it right." Dell Curry looked at him, his eyes full of satisfaction. "You know what? I was watching from the sidelines just now, and when you shot your ninth three-pointer, the speed of your release and the arc were even more consistent than mine in my prime. This [Northeast Sniper] will be your signature move from now on."

"A trademark?" Lin Hao's eyes lit up. "That's right! The trademark of us Northeast hunters! From now on, anyone who dares to mess with us, we'll shoot them dead!"

He stood up, walked to the center of the court, and shouted to the players who were still packing up their equipment, "Don't leave! It's my treat tonight! Stewed goose in an iron pot! All you can eat! And two cases of Lao Xue beer, to celebrate the official formation of our 'Northeast Sniper' system!"

"Yay!"

"Brother Lin is awesome!"

A cheer erupted in the training hall. The main players, who had just been thoroughly thrashed, were now infected by the exhilarating atmosphere. Dale walked over and patted Lin Hao on the back: "Kid, I'm definitely getting a free meal this time. But seriously, your tactics are really something."

Lin Hao waved his hand generously: "Go ahead and freeload! Plenty! We're all about being generous when we're entertaining guests! As long as you follow orders on the field, there'll be plenty of stew and canned food!"

He knew in his heart that this meal was not just a celebration, but also a way to unite the team. In today's battle, he used his strength to deeply etch the words "Lin Hao is in charge" onto the foreheads of every team member.

In the evening, a Northeastern Chinese restaurant in Chinatown was filled with smoke.

The broth in the large iron pot was bubbling away, and the aroma of goose filled the entire street.

Lin Hao sat in the main seat, holding a case of beer bottles, and poured beer for each of his teammates.

"Here you go, Jason. Arenas, yours. Old Dai, yours."

When it was handed to Dell, he took it with a smile: "Lin, this beer tastes much better than those energy drinks. Remember to stock up on some before the next competition."

"Absolutely!" Lin Hao opened a can, gulped down a mouthful of sweet soup, "This stuff is amazing! It's just that I can't drink it during the competition."

Everyone burst into laughter, and the atmosphere was incredibly harmonious.

Looking at the group of people in front of him, Lin Hao felt an even stronger sense of accomplishment than when he scored 38 points earlier.

He knew that from this day forward, the Warriors would no longer be that terrible team that only knew how to play one-on-one and whose three-point shooting was the worst.

They have their own tactical system, the support of the [Tactical Master] system, and a group of teammates who respect them.

This is what a championship-contending team should look like.

[Ding! Detected that the host has successfully united teammates. The "Leadership Aura" effect has been enhanced, increasing the morale of the entire team by 15%.]

Lin Hao felt the power surging within him, stronger than ever before, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

With this [Northeast Sniper Rifle] set, I'll see who dares to block my way!

He raised his glass and shouted to the crowd, "Come on, let's have a drink! Next season, let's make it to the Finals! Let's snatch the championship trophy from the rooftops!"

"Take it!"

"Take it!"

The wine glasses clinked together, making a crisp sound.

Under the Oakland night sky, the Golden State Warriors' run-and-gun storm has officially taken shape.