You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

"Atlanta averaged only 95 points in the regular season!"

"We have 114 points!"

"This should be the way we are good at playing, but they are pressing us in the way we are best at, what are you doing?"

Collins' tactical pen broke.

Mo Mengchen took a sip of Gatorade, Hill wiped the sweat on his face with a towel.

Collins' anger did not affect them at all.

Mo Mengchen walked on the court and said to Hill: "We don't have the shooting feel." "Then don't shoot." Hill said.

Shock their restricted area.

Hill looked forward and said, "We need to move to fight."

Mo Mengchen had no opinion. The key to the eagle's rise is that the two of them have very different styles but are quite complementary.

One black and one white, black can defend, white is good at attacking, long hand pass can also spur counterattack.

If Mo Mengchen is the head coach, he will even find a way for Mutombo to help Leitner, so that the Eagles can fight back.

At that time, the only thing to consider is Mutombo's emotions.

The Pistons are 8 points behind. If this continues, the difference in points will increase.

Outside the three-point line, Mo Mengchen lowered his center of gravity, and Brelock was nervous.

The left and right spaces are wide open, if he can't concentrate... Suddenly, he feels that someone is walking behind him, and when he responds, he can't control himself, and he is completely caught in Buckley's pick-and-roll.

When the tactics at the top of the arc started, Don Reid followed Momon Chen's instructions to the basket, and Mutombo was full of Mo Menchen, ignoring behind him.

Mo Mengchen hit the ball in front of the face, Reid succeeded in a layup.

47 to 50

Mo Mengchen and Reid high-five.

Mutombo shouted: "You cowards!"

Leitner continued the offensive just now, he just bullied Barkley's slow pace, pulled out after the pick and roll. If Barkley followed, he would break through. If he didn't follow, he would make a three-point shot. Whatever.

Buckley was determined to let him shoot, even if he had punished the Pistons once before.

"boom!"

This time, Duke's emperor star missed.

But this is not the end.

A bright red with the same color as the Pistons paint area jumped flatly, covering the restricted area in all directions. No one could grab him with this rebound.

The African Mountain grabbed the rebound and smashed it into the basket.

"NONONO!"

Mutombo shouted.

The Hawks' inside advantage is too big, Mutombo is like a rich man's version of Ratliff, and the confrontation between Barkley and Leitner is not cheap.

To break the game, you can only start from the outside.

With determination, Hill raised his hand for the ball.

He no longer regards the current Corbin as a person, because the trouble that can be solved in one step does not need to worry at all. The Devil Mountain walked like an arrow away from the string, but did not look back when opening the bow. He killed it.

Hill has repeatedly humiliated the Hawks' restricted zone.

Mutombo targeted him early, and only when he dribble arrived, the Africans dealt with the troubles of the Africans, and the informal ones didn't work.

With the contact in the air, Hill was too late to make other movements, and Mutombo was elbowed according to his head.

"Be careful!"

The scene was messed up.

Ratliff wanted revenge. He was suppressed by Mutombo for a whole game. If this opportunity can be used to provoke the incident, then...

Before he started, Mo Mengchen rushed in and stopped him.

Mutombo was defensive fouled, just a defensive foul.

He shrugged innocently, as if that elbow was really not intentional.

Hill rubbed his head and shook his head a few times, still feeling dizzy, but it shouldn't hurt.

"Do what you should do, I'll deal with him." Mo Mengchen's face was quiet like a lake.

"No, this is my business. I will take care of my business." Hill got up and prepared for a free throw. "You were bullied on the court, would you let me help?"

will not.

Because I am a wicked person, you are not.

Mo Mengchen said: "What do you want to do?"

"I'm not like you," Hill smiled, as if proud of himself. "I'm not going to be rough, I only use basketball."

Yes, you use basketball to speak, and people use elbows to speak.

This time you are okay, next time I will give you a scoop, you can go to the hospital and tell the doctor, you have maintained the justice in your heart, you have not done it, you are great.

Mo Mengchen simply skipped Hill and walked straight to Mutombo.

It felt like an extremely dangerous thing approaching Mutombo and his teammates leaned over to support him.

Mo Mengchen stood in front of the five of them, and his momentum was not weakened. He looked up at Mutombo and said with a cold voice: "I will only say it again, if there is another non-basketball action."

"I will let you lie down and leave here."

Mo Mengchen smiled, if this is also a smile, "If you don't believe it, you can continue to attack the nerd."

After that, Mo Mengchen turned and walked out of the three-point line, waiting for Hill to make a free throw.

The Hawks' players are relatively speechless. A guy who doesn't seem to be in danger threatens Mutombo in the face of all of them. Even more frightening is that none of them doubt the authenticity of the threat.

Including Mutombo himself.

"Does he think I dare?" Mutombo said angrily.

"One more thing is worse than one less." Leitner patted the chest of the African mountain. "Let's use basketball to solve the problem."

After hearing this, several other people followed suit.

Mutombo's elbow hit Hill with two free throws. The worst part was that he missed the second goal.

Leitner took off the rebound and found Brelock the first time.

Brelock took the ball to fight back, and Mo Mengchen on the right side slammed into it.

Brelock flew out of bounds.

"Beep!"

Mo Mengchen raised his hand and looked at Mutombo with his winter eyes.

If you don't believe it, you can give it a try.

Only evil people make people afraid.

Mo Mengchen successfully created his own image. This image will prevent him from being easily attacked by his opponents, but also provide an umbrella for his teammates, especially Hill's nerd who thinks he can solve any problem with basketball.

"This is a retaliatory foul."

"Because Dikembe's elbow is a common foul, so Dor.Mo's revenge is also a common foul."

"This shows that the referee has no bias."

"Dor.Mo makes perfect use of the referee's psychology."

Hill wanted to persuade Mo Mengchen to stop these actions, but he also knew why Mo Mengchen did so.

"Do what you should do, I will deal with him."

What should I do?

"If you hit me again, I will desperately fight with you!" Braylock has been hit by Mo Mengchen twice in a row today, each time causing him to fall in pain.

Especially for the second time, he obviously spread his anger at Mutombo on himself.

If he talks nonsense again, Mo Mengchen doesn't mind hitting him for the third time.

Steve Smith, anxious to vent his teammates, has dropped all his thoughts. The opponent is a sophomore like Rhett. He should play more aggressively.

Running empty-cut, he ran out of opportunities.

Brelock passed the ball and Smith pulled up a three-pointer.

"Uh!"

The continuous interruption of the game did not take away his feelings, Smith is still one of the best 2 in the East.

"It's not enough to defend, you can't give him such a big space to play!" the microwave oven thought.

The basketball came to Hill's hands.

What should I do?

For a question that couldn't be simpler, Hill thought for a minute.

The answer is nothing more: lead them to win the ball.

Mo Mengchen is the leader and the backbone of everyone, but he is the one with the strongest ability. If anyone can change the situation of this game, it must be him.

This is what I should do.

Hill's speed is like going up the stairs, from low to high, with clear layers, and suddenly started, the weak and helpless Corbin is helpless.

Devil Mountain broke through an avenue and rushed into the basket bravely.

Duke's brother is on the right, and Mutombo is on the left. Such defense is destined to make him unable to find shooting space.

He saw Mo Mengchen nine meters away in the air.

No matter, he threw the ball out.

Nine meters away, almost two meters away from the three-point line, Mo Mengchen took the ball and looked at the interval under his eyes. Without hesitation, he jumped and made a three-point shot.

He is the only player in active service, as long as he makes a three-pointer, it makes people feel that he will not miss.

Because he has infinite confidence in every shot.

"Dor.Mo's 29-foot three-point distance* is suffocating and the ball is in the urn.

"Tonight's fifth three-pointer, all the previous four hits! This guy's three-pointer is terrible!"

Vinier Johnson was still disgusted with Mo Mengchen. That was not good or not. After two seasons, he has become the number one fan of Mo Mengchen in the Palace of Auburn Hills.

"Your ball is really unreasonable," Hill said, "I hate your three point."

He is jealous of me.

Mo Mengchen snorted coldly: "You are not qualified to say this when you hit this blind ball through a blind breakthrough to the dead end."

Soon they would have no time to fight.

Brelock single-handedly blasted Mo Mengchen's defense, rarely broke into the tonight, and then fed Mutombo to the ball.

"boom!"

The African mountain dunks again.

The two sides began to hold each other for a long time.

During this period, Mo Mengchen became a shooter, and the basketball was controlled by Hill alone.

With a sudden projection, Hill achieved the ultimate.

In the last minute of the third quarter, after his dribble breakthrough tie-break layup, his personal score had reached 34 points.

But the Hawks are also a bit more blooming, they still have a 4-point lead.

Brelock still wanted to break through Mo Mengchen, and he wanted to be sincere, but instead caught Mo Mengchen's trap and hit him in the arms with a ball and hitting people.

Brelok retreated.

In the last fifty seconds, both sides have almost one attack time left.

If the Pistons hit the ball faster, there will be one more offensive opportunity left.

The Eagles' tough defense keeps their tactics from turning around and can only play singles.

This person is none other than Hill.

Two meters away from the three-point line, he took the ball in a thunderbolt step without stopping, his opponent lowered the center of gravity, in order to keep up with the first step of this electric light flint.

Hill dribbles the ball with his right hand. Only in an instant, the hand presses down, before his body changes direction, like a thunder. The start of the moment makes people believe that there are really people in this world who are favored by God.

otherwise……

Why did I guard against this level or couldn't prevent him?

His opponent howled in his heart.

Hill Yulong is born in the sky, he is the first defender in the league, the man and the ball are integrated into a full moon scimitar, and he can unstoppably cut into the basket!

Mutombo has only horror in his eyes. He has done everything he can, but he cannot stop Hill from scoring.

This dunk doesn't make any sense, so it just stumbled into the top of his head.

Hill believes that this ball can boost the morale of the team.

The impulse was too great. Hill's left foot fell to the ground for the first time. After a shock, the muscles of his calf appeared spasm, making him unable to stand.

He stepped back, hoping to rely on the strength of his right foot to support his body, but this is almost impossible.

After only a few seconds, he sat on the ground.

The left foot was trembling constantly.

On the Pistons side, everyone on the bench stood up.

Collins seems to have experienced the end of the world ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ David Wise is the first time to come to the sidelines, as long as the referee announced a timeout, he will go up to find out.

Mo Mengchen was the first to catch up: "How is it?"

"Probably a cramp." Hill whispered.

Mo Mengchen looked at his calf's reaction, indeed it seemed like cramps, if it were other problems, his reaction would never be so calm.

It's just that Hill was so injured. For this anxious game, it was like the original balanced situation. One side was suddenly withdrawn most of its strength.

The situation is about to go out of balance.

Hill didn't say anything. His calves did cramp, but his left ankle also felt sore.

No longer numbness, but soreness.

He lay on the ground, closing his eyes.