You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

The battle between Detroit Pistons and Indiana Pacers' Uranus Mountain was in full swing, with only four minutes left in the game.

Score: 85 to 84.

The Pistons temporarily lead by 1 point.

In the past three minutes, the score has been reversed ten times, either the Pistons lead or the Pacers lead. The two sides have never tied.

Schmidz asked for a low post and the Dutch played O'Neal's general dominance tonight.

Even O'Neal, when did he hit 100% on such a critical stage? Every time Schmidz scores is critical.

The Pacers were a reliable heads-up player for him, and he performed every single head-to-head task the team had laid out to him brilliantly tonight.

That's why, when he got the ball now, it would cause such a commotion.

His opponent, Ben Wallace, was too short, and Ratliff had already been beaten by six offenses.

Hill quickly contracted inward and wanted to finish the pass before he passed the ball.

The Dutch saw Jaylen Rose unattended and passed the ball.

Mo Mengchen was hiding in the corner. He waited for Schmidz to pass the ball. The opponent passed the ball, but his reaction was a beat slow. He failed to break the ball and lost his defensive position.

Rose quickly moved forward, almost rushing into the paint area, and finally made a jump shot outside the paint area, steadily scoring.

He threw his fists in excitement as the team overtaken again.

86 to 85

"Sister, I'm so nervous." Adrian said what the audience thought.

Ephraim was so involved that even the younger brother who was near could not disturb her attention.

The Pacers' defense prevented the Pistons from playing tactics, and the ball was handed over to the most assured heads-up.

Hill's right wing held the ball high and faced Ross who had only scored on their heads.

There was no sound on the sidelines, and the audience was afraid to affect Hill.

Hill's body floats with the ball, hitting this juncture, his explosive power is not as strong as the opening, but still threatening.

Rose did not dare to carelessly, because one negligence may lead to the failure of defense.

Hill took a step forward and shook Rose's center of gravity. At the moment when the opponent was shaking, he crossed his hips, like a parallel to the sea, which caused many tornadoes of waves. The atrocities kicked and at the same time exerted force, propping up the body of 203 cm.

This ball is reminiscent of Jordan's last buzzer-beater Jazz in the Finals.

Hill completely shook Rose away. After his shot, Rose's defense came slowly, and such a defense has been completely unable to interfere with his attack.

"Uh!"

The audience, who held it for almost half a minute, burst into a tinnitus after the ball entered.

Pistons fans are mostly workers, and the pressure of work usually makes each of them have a bad temper. Most people will bring the pressure of work to the stadium. If they are not satisfied or unhappy with the performance of any player, they will Struggling to insult each other.

This is an outrageously low-quality city, but the momentum of their concerted efforts to cheer for the team is rare.

As of today, the offensive on both sides begins with tactics.

It's difficult for Schmidt to get a singles opportunity. His opponent would rather hit him with a broken bone than give him a chance.

Moreover, until now, except for the title stage of the first quarter and the second quarter, Schmidz hardly ever took a break. This is a major test for his physical fitness, and he can't hold it anymore.

They chose to pass and continue to pass.

From the bottom corner on the right to the top of the arc, and then to the bottom corner on the left.

Hill had to leave Rose in order to rotate the defense.

The person in charge of the rotation here is Mo Mengchen. His pace is not fast, and it can even be said that it is very slow. He gave Rose a great opportunity to open a space.

"Shoot, idiot!"

Jaylen Rose made 34% of his three-pointers this season, but the left corner three-point line entered the postseason with only single digits. This is the data that Mo Mengchen specifically asked the team statistician to do.

They used the tricks on Hill, and now they have returned to them.

Rose hesitated for three seconds, he found that the offensive time was about to run out, had to throw a three-pointer without hope.

Mo Mengchen turned back to block Rose, and the rebound hit the side of the basket. The light was much worse, the balance was about to break, the piston was preparing to fight back, and the referee whistle.

Tonight, the referee who encouraged brutal confrontation blew the ball-free foul whistle.

Ben Wallace has a foul.

"Did you offend the referee?" Buckley asked.

Wallace cried, "Absolutely not!"

The explanation is meaningless. In the last two minutes of the game, the Pacers get a full 24 second offensive opportunity. This is the fact.

Wallace received his fourth foul.

Hill clapped his hands and shouted: "Don't worry, guard again! We can guard them once, we can guard twice!"

"Dream, you are just a fluke this time!" From now on, both sides are very angry.

Fortunately, Hill is not a person who is good at arching fire, otherwise it is really difficult to say that this situation continues to develop.

The off-ball foul just now made Wallace's defense against Schmitz change. He didn't dare to fight as brazenly as before.

The exhausted Schmidz stuck in position and his teammates passed the ball in directly.

"be careful!"

Hill turned around again, and he completely let go of Rose. Rose was just at the three-point point with the lowest shooting percentage, and now he is in the hottest shooting zone.

Mo Mengchen ran after him, but Mark Jackson was emptied.

Rose's mind is very clear. He never wants to make a strong shot in front of Mo Mengchen. Therefore, he passes the ball to Mark Jackson who is completely open.

The Pistons' defense was completely empty.

This debut from New York, no matter which team can win the position and lead the team forward, but always put on the shelf practical players, in the last less than two minutes, cast a Very important three-pointer.

89 to 87

"The pass must be passed, isn't it?"

Rose ran past Mo Mengchen.

Hill wanted to apologize, Mo Mengchen waved his hand to stop him.

"Before the next round, please think about it. Do you think the Dutch still have the strength to attack?"

Mo Mengchen let Wallace serve.

"Give me a pick-and-roll. I and the guy have something to solve." Mo Mengchen said to Hill.

Hill didn't expect Rose to form a beam with Mo Mengchen. Now that the game has been played, he has no time to investigate, and nods.

In the frontcourt, Mo Mengchen wanted to pick and roll, and the defender changed to Jaylen Rose.

"Careful guy, you won't succeed!" Rose's defense entangled.

Mo Mengchen turned his back, his buttocks but extremely powerful buttocks knocking Rose back.

"I think your Yintang is black, and a bad thing will happen to you in the future." Mo Mengchen said, "I cursed you."

Because my luck has always been bad, my curse will definitely take effect.

"What are you talking about?"

"If I score this goal, the curse must be effective!"

As soon as Mo Menchen's voice fell, Luo Sui saw that he was going to make a three-pointer.

The wave of offense he had led by himself was timid, and Ross jumped subconsciously, and he immediately regretted it.

Mo Mengchen made a fake shot with his right hand. What did he jump? His three-pointers tonight are all made with his left hand!

He was too late to regret it.

After Mo Mengchen shook him, he took a step on the left, jumped up, and made a three-pointer with his left hand.

"Uh!"

90 to 89

Mo Mengchen said to the unwilling Rose: "I curse you. Someone will get 81 points on you in the future. Before you retire, this will definitely happen."

Rose furious: "Fuck your mother's stinky shit!"

Mo Mengchen's three-pointer allowed the Pistons to overtake again.

With Mark Jackson dribbling through the half, the game time entered the last minute.

This minute will determine the outcome of the game.

This minute will determine who wins the match point.

Schmidz was about to get to the position. The referee's previous foul without the ball cut Wallace's determination. He no longer gave everything to kill the Dutch.

However, the Dutchman's expected bag did not arrive.

His situation has been seen through, and indeed, he does not need any baggage now, because he has no strength to complete a high-quality offense.

He can only be contained in the post, which is why Bird left him on the court.

100% hit rate is a threat as long as it is on the field.

But now there is no double-entry, he can not contain the defense, only attack.

He was about to attack. His golden partner, never tired, Miller, who had the physical energy he envied, ran out of opportunities in this difficult situation.

Schmidz turned and sent a horizontal pass across the position, Miller made a 3-pointer jumper.

Everyone was suffocating.

That's Miller!

The arc is round and the trajectory is exquisite, there is no possibility of ironing.

It looks like this.

No, the force was stronger, and Mo Mengchen saw it.

Schmidz yelled, 224 cm tall, overtaking everyone, long arms raised, and rebounds were fired.

Dale Davis yelled and grabbed an offensive rebound.

He personally attracted the defense and turned back to Schmidz, who didn't claim it.

Schmidz was completely empty and the Dutchman was ready to score with a simple throw.

"Go to hell, bastard!"

Barefoot may only be 201 cm. Ben Wallace is the last line of defense in the Pistons restricted zone. His presence tonight is almost negligible. Keeping the cover of the lead, let Rick Schmidt turn from 100% hit rate to nothingness.

"A magnificent cover!"

"A stifling attack and defense!"

"They are still chasing rebounds!"

Sometimes, rebounding is just for you, and you have no choice.

Mo Mengchen was ready to stand in a favorable position, but the rebound did not fly to him.

It went elsewhere.

Mark Jackson from the perimeter got a rebound.

With 23 seconds left in the game, the Pacers have enough time to complete the attack.

They may kill the game in the last second and smash the hope of the Pistons.

The game has unlimited possibilities.

This game has lost the rules, as long as you don’t hit people, the offense and defense can make any action, as long as it is for victory.

Jackson is controlling the rhythm, he wants to give his opponent a fatal blow.

The game time is down to the last ten seconds, and anyone familiar with basketball knows who they will give the ball to.

The running man, the monster who was still energetic and lived up to the last ten seconds.

For his opponent, no one is more dangerous than him at the moment.

Alan Houston entangled him all night, and at the last minute, he was out of position.

But it doesn't matter, there is Devil Mountain.

Hill caught up with him and continued to develop according to this situation. He ran to the last second and he couldn't run out of opportunities.

Dale Davis appeared on the sidewalk, tripping Hill with a sinister plan.

The referee did not respond, and Mo Mengchen rushed up and gave Miller a fierce impact.

Miller was almost out of bounds, he smashed the ball on Mo Mengchen's feet and rolled out of bounds.

There are seven seconds left in the game.

There was a fierce conflict between the two sides, because Hill had a nosebleed, and the time left was not enough for him to stop bleeding.

This means that for the last seven seconds, he needs to sit on the sidelines and watch the game.

He patted the floor hard and shouted unwillingly.

The boos were deafening and Miller sneered insincerely: "This is the playoffs. If you are not ready to bleed, then I can only regret you."

"Why is he always injured?" Houston couldn't understand.

"Everyone is afraid of evil, good people bully, this world is so **** fucking!" Mo Mengchen said vulgarly.

In the last few seconds, Don Reed played for Hill. From his soft legs, Mo Mengchen could see that he could not expect this sibling.

The timeout is over and Miller comes on.

Bird designed a very complicated and exquisite tactic. He thinks this tactic is too good. The better the tactics, the more prone to problems. Only seven seconds, the fault tolerance rate is too low, and they cannot fail.

Therefore, he decided to win in his own way.

The referee handed the ball to Mark Jackson, who was ready to serve.

Miller saw that the offensive line had been blocked, and he expected that Mo Mengchen would not let them complete this tactic.

In the last seven seconds, he chose to believe in himself.

Miller passed through the ballless cover, and Mo Mengchen was in front of him. His eyes were full of murderousness. Under the eyes of everyone, he pushed Mo Mengchen to the ground.

"!#!#"

The boos on the scene could make timid people pee pants, and Miller, after pushing down Mo Mengchen, caught the ball on the top of the arc and soared into three points.

No whistle is a foul.

92 to 90

"Leave Detroit for only 4 seconds!"

"This action..."

"Too rude!"

"But the referee gave the game to the players at the last moment, so Detroit can only accept this result."

Miller passed through with a single arrow, but Bird had no smile on his face. He was not displeased because Miller violated his tactics. In fact, Miller did a good job. He appreciated Miller’s courage. But, he left his opponent for 4 seconds!

Too much!

Mo Mengchen sat on the ground, he heard the referee suspend the game whistle.

He saw it, and the lost fans begged God for blessing.

Hello, you still have an omnipotent Dor.Mo, what God do you need?

Frauss used the last timeout tonight.

For the last 4 seconds, for the last goal.

"Don't tell me you have given up." Houston pulled him up.

"Give up? That's the next life."

Mo Mengchen could not feel pain or frustration, they still had 4 seconds, Miller didn't kill them completely.

He doesn't want to review the unfortunate things that happened to him at this moment, enjoy the present, let the past pass for the time being.

The surging in his heart was aroused little by little, and Mo Mengchen knew that tonight he would achieve himself, he would stand at the top of the world and let the world know.

Imthebest!

(I'm the best!)

Frauss carefully arranged a lot, but Mo Mengchen didn't listen to a word, he only said one sentence: "Give me the ball."

Hill is not here, he is the only option at the last minute.

Although he is not an offensive player, he has saved the team many times at the last minute.

Fraser set down the tactical pen, and tactics seem to have lost their meaning at this moment.

Is Miller's lore a tactic? Frauss never believed that Byrd would let Miller push people away and catch the ball to complete the lore.

No coach will take such a risk.

Miller used his personal abilities to score a quasi lore, but now they have to discuss tactics to save the game?

No, it's only by using the eyes for the eyes, and using violence to control violence!

The pause is over,

The game started,

Mo Mengchen did not attack his opponent. He crossed the double wall and received the ball three meters from the three-point line.

4 seconds,

Miller took the initiative to guard him: "Don't even think about it!"

3 seconds,

At this moment, Mo Mengchen dribbled towards Miller’s right hand. His start speed was not fast, but the back speed was accelerated. The first step to keep up was so creepy. Miller wanted to lean on. Mo Mengchen’s A cold light glanced at the corner of his eyes, and the left hand hidden in front of his chest violently pushed his body open.

That push, now back to you, idiot!

Miller was pushed open by Mo Mengchen, so he came outside the three-point line, at the top of the arc, with only one second left.

Mo Mengchen stopped abruptly, jumped, and floated into the air. For 0.3 seconds, the little finger, ring finger, and **** drew the ball in turn.

The shooter is the right hand, not counting the ball, he made a three-pointer from the right with a three-pointer tonight.

No one knows if he is confident, or he has simply forgotten that he didn't feel the right hand tonight.

The ball just left the heart, time has come to an end, the red light installed in the backboard lights up, and the game time has ended.

Mo Mengchen landed, not looking at the ball, but looking at the camera, just before he gestured "please witness" to the camera, the ball hit the basket!

"He dropped in!"

"He dropped in!!"

"incredible!"

"unimaginable!"

"A game of ups and downs!"

"The last three-pointer of Dor.Mo and Reggie sublimated the game!"

The pain in the chest clearly reached Miller's mind~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But he could not feel the pain in the chest, the greater pain came from the heart, from his enemies.

He felt cold all over, and at this moment, he seemed extremely vulnerable.

Because he and his team were defeated.

The series is not over yet, but tonight, he was completely defeated.

Miller looked up, and he saw a smiley face.

The devil is laughing at him.