You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 642 On behalf of the Detroit fans, I forgive your rude behavior

The scoring shortage is a strange phenomenon on the field, especially when both sides encounter a scoring shortage at the same time.

Once one party breaks the ice, the other party can quickly find the touch, like a virus that is beneficial to both parties.

Back from the timeout, Camby scored a jumper from the free throw line.

The scoring drought was over, and the two sides entered a normal rhythm of the game, but neither side could pull the score apart.

The situation has been cyclical between the Knicks leading by 2 points and the Pistons tying for 4 consecutive minutes.

Pippen hit the basket, Mo Mengchen quickly dribbled the ball across half court, stopped outside the three-point line, and pulled up a three-point shot.

"Hit!" Vinier Johnson yelled. "Dor.Mo scored the 41st point of the night! Detroit finally achieved the lead!"

"This is the first time they have overtaken the score since the first quarter!"

82 is better than 81
There were less than 4 minutes left in the game.

Mo Mengchen scored half of the team's total score - 41 points, 12 rebounds and 8 assists.

Penny, who was able to suppress him by statistics, was suppressed tonight. Although Penny's statistics are also very good, with 34 points, 8 rebounds and 8 assists, compared to Mo Mengchen, there is obviously a gap.

And judging from the scene, Mo Mengchen's score was even more impressive.

The more so, the less you can relax.

According to statistics, if the scores of the top 4 players in the stalemate stage in the last 40 minutes are converted into 61 minutes, Hardaway's score is [-] points, ranking first in the league.

This guy's scoring explosiveness should not be underestimated, especially after he flips his own switch.

Hardaway's face no longer makes people feel relaxed, Mutombo's pick-and-roll pulls out Ben Wallace, and the Pistons' restricted area has been vacuumed.

Lewis can't protect the basket.

The murderous aura on Hardaway's body turned into real action. With the help of the pick-and-roll, he easily broke through Mo Mengchen.

Lewis recovered quickly, his help defense was not powerful, but this does not mean that he will empty the penalty area.

"court death!"

Hardaway was so powerful that he knocked Lewis away in the air, grabbed the ball with his right hand and forcibly dunked it into the basket.

Lewis fell flat on his back, and he paid the price, not just for a slump but an undeserved foul.

Lewis opened his eyes and saw four other teammates on the court standing in front of him.

Houston directly helped him up, patted his butt and said, "Good job, high school student."

"It's meaningless to say these things," Mo Mengchen said, staring at Lewis, "What is my purpose?"

Lewis blurted out: "Blood for blood, revenge on the spot!"

A smile slowly appeared on Mo Mengchen's solemn face: "That's right, the durian boy."

Hardaway made a free throw, 84 to 82, and the Knicks led by 2 points.

With the Pistons serving, Mo Mengchen dribbled the ball across the half, and the game entered the final 3 minutes.

Lewis saw Mo Mengchen's gesture clearly. This time, he will not just stand in the bottom corner and wait for Mo Mengchen's breakthrough to take away the defender for him.

He needed to get into the tactical position, catch the pass, face Hardaway -- the superstar who had just humiliated him -- and, blood for blood.

Mo Mengchen's purpose is to pay blood for blood and take revenge on the spot.

He's the soul of the Pistons, his purpose is everyone else's purpose, and the way he behaves is the way they behave.

This way is simple and rude.

But——Lewis ran to the top of the arc and had a pick-and-roll with Mo Mengchen. At this moment, Hardaway had to switch to Lewis.

The height of 201 cm is indeed very high for the No. 1 position, but in front of the tall and thin long-range shooting man of 208 cm, he is not a threat at all.

With the ball in hand, Lewis didn't take Hardaway seriously. In front of the cheers of 2 people in Auburn Hills, Yan Ye shot the world's number one guard.

Dad's purpose is exactly what I want!
Lewis hit a three-pointer.

The overjoyed high school student yelled wildly at the world's No. [-] guard: "My jumper is like a candied fruit!"

84 is better than 83
The Pistons overtook again.

Penny didn't expect that a guy who wasn't even considered a rotation in the Pistons would dare to talk trash to himself.

He is not a veteran in the Pistons, he is just a sophomore who was suddenly placed in the starting lineup today and performed well.

Where did he get the gall?
The more Hardaway thought about it, the more angry he became. The root of the problem was obviously on that person.

Hadaway stared at Mo Mengchen angrily.

A team led by nasty guys is naturally a nasty team, and this team must be full of all kinds of nasty people.

Mo Mengchen somehow took the blame for the team members, but this time, he was more than happy.

Due to anger, Hardaway's offensive rhythm appeared chaotic.

The most admirable thing about him is his offensive rhythm, which is so weird that it can be called an elegant rhythm, full of spirituality everywhere. Although Hardaway intends to move closer to Jordan and become a stable and comfortable scoring maniac in every move, his aura is innate.

Even if he hits 40 years old, this flamboyant aura will not disappear.

Once the rhythm is out of order, the deadliest weapon on his body is equivalent to being included in the inventory.

It's on the right!
absolute!
Mo Mengchen made a judgment in a blink of an eye, and quickly moved sideways to change the past unexpectedly. As a result, his judgment was wrong.

On the spot, Mo Mengchen lost his defensive position, and Hardaway made a jumper from the free throw line. His anger made him feel unstable, and he missed such a good opportunity.

"Backboard!"

A Wallace can't beat Camby and Mutombo, and Lewis can't help at all.

The Pistons' outside lines began to shrink one after another, and it took the whole team to work together to protect the defensive rebounds in front of such an inside line.

However, height means everything in the penalty area. Africa Dashan grabbed the offensive rebound and roared to dunk. Wallace jumped from the side, like a science fiction story, and bestowed a big hat on Mutombo.

As a result, the rebound still did not fall into the hands of the Pistons.

The ball flew out of the perimeter and was caught by Pippen. Batman with six rings in his hands has played too many similar games. At such a critical moment, the suffocating atmosphere that makes it difficult for the audience to breathe will not affect him. the shot.

Pippen calmly made an open three-pointer.

"Shh!"

86 is better than 84
However, Pippen, who is used to wind and rain, still hates everything in this city.

Detroit and Auburn Hills brought him many unpleasant memories. No matter how many times he came here, he would always be reminded of the fear of being dominated by the bad boy army.

Pippen, who hit the key three-pointer indifferently, made a move to the audience that made his pupils burst into tears.

"Scott cut his throat to the audience?"

"Oh my god! I'm worried there will be riots at the scene!"

"Is this guy crazy?"

Seeing Pippen provoking the audience so brazenly, Van Gundy smiled in relief.

"At last there's a bad guy," he said.

Hill had been watching the game until Pippen made the move.

"It's not just the audience who are irritated." Hill's gaze fell on No. 9 of the Pistons. "That guy was also irritated."

Mo Mengchen dribbled the ball across the half, and the game entered the final 2 minutes.

He slapped the ball, no sadness, no trash talk, just let Davis come to pick and roll, he needs to replace his defender with Pippen.

This is obviously not a wise move, Hardaway's defense is more convenient for him to attack.

Seeing Hardaway and Pippen quickly switch defenses, the audience screamed frantically.

"Dor.Mo, beat that bumpkin!"

"Let that bastard know whose territory is here!"

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"You seem angry?" Pippen laughed derisively. "Is that hard for you?"

"Forcing yourself to blow up an old bastard who is nearing retirement is really unacceptable."

Always so vicious, Pippen's face is not very good-looking: "Stop talking nonsense and show your skills."

As you fucking wish!
Pippen obviously forgot what kind of threat Mo Mengchen brought to the Bulls in the 98 playoffs, and that was Mo Mengchen in 98, two years ago.

Now he will only be more terrifying.

is on the right.
Pippen made a judgment call, but was it useful?In the face of absolute speed and explosive power, prediction is of no value at all. Mo Mengchen broke through Pippen in an instant, so fast that Pippen didn't know what he should do.

But Pippen's experience can still help him, he seems to be able to entangle Mo Mengchen's breakthrough, at least to entangle him.

At this moment, Mo Mengchen took advantage of the situation and hooked Pippen's long arm with his left hand. His body paused, and he threw the ball with his right hand, and the whistle sounded.

Pippen was furious, his hand was obviously hooked, why did he still call him a foul?

What made him even more unacceptable was that Mo Mengchen's throw hit.

"Since you dare to stretch out your hand, you must be prepared to be used by me." Mo Mengchen just finished speaking, and suddenly laughed mockingly, "Oh, I'm sorry, I actually forgot how short-sighted you are, otherwise why did you Will you sign that ridiculous long-term contract? It must be very uncomfortable to watch your friends become millionaires with an annual salary of tens of millions, but your salary is lower than that of a rookie."

Countless trash talk hit Pippen's weakness, and he yelled red-faced, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Don't complain, and don't be angry." Mo Mengchen's tone was unbearable, "Who told you, a country bumpkin from Arkansas, that you are only greedy for petty gains?"

Pippen was about to lose control on the spot and almost stepped forward to throw Mo Mengchen down, if his teammates hadn't caught him in time.

Mo Mengchen stood still, watching him being pulled back so easily, and said with some regret: "If you are not convinced, continue to defend me in the next round."

Don't let me down, redneck.

Mo Mengchen made an additional free throw, 87 to 86.

The Pistons took the lead again.

The game is developing in another direction, and Hardaway is no longer the protagonist.

Penny does not allow such a thing to happen, he must make the duel between himself and Mo Mengchen the main theme of the game.

For this reason, he broke through Mo Mengchen's defense strongly, flew to the layup and scored, and the Knicks once again took the lead.

There is 1 minute left in the game.

"Leave that bastard to me!"

"He's going to get him!" Pippen said incredulously.

Penny involuntarily stepped aside.

"Don't be too busy, it's still the right hand, pay attention to your right hand, idiot!"

Mo Mengchen informed Pippen of his attacking intention in advance, and the voice of the audience made his attack urgent.

Pippen is full of confidence in himself, as long as Mo Mengchen doesn't play him, he can block the opponent's breakthrough with his prediction.

What he didn't know was that the breakthrough just now was not Mo Mengchen's full strength and full speed.

Mo Mengchen lowered his center of gravity and slapped the ball hard. In Pippen's eyes, it was just a flicker, and then, the sudden explosion was so inhuman.When Pippen reacted, Mo Mengchen had already snatched his position, and he couldn't catch anyone even if he wanted to, and was completely broken through in one step.

Pippen looked horrified.

too fast!
How fast?Dikembe Mutombo and Camby outside the paint did not react, and Mo Mengchen scored a layup.

88 is better than 87
People can't remember how many times this is the first time the Pistons have overtaken.

"Counting this goal, Dor.Mo has scored 48 points, 13 rebounds and 10 assists."

"He really played crazy tonight!" Kenny Smith has repeated this sentence many times.

Mo Mengchen ran past Pippen with a cold face and left a word.

"Next time it will be on the right."

At this time, the Knicks requested a timeout.

With the last 37 seconds left in the game, they must ensure the success rate of the attack.

On the side of the Pistons, Mo Mengchen told Westphal: "If they make a shot, there is no need to pause, I will take care of them!"

Hearing this, Westphal was furious: "Mo, shut up, I am the head coach!"

"Huh?" Mo Mengchen was taken aback.

This is not Westphal's style of painting.

Westphal picked up the tactical board, erased all the tactics on it, and said to everyone: "If they score, no one should call a timeout, let Mo deal with them!"

Hill couldn't help laughing.

Mo Mengchen also smiled, and then, the decisive moment came.

It was obviously a crucial goal. What surprised Penny was that the Pistons' defensive strength was not as strong as expected.

He stalled on the outside, waiting until the last five seconds to attack.

The Pistons didn't push him at all, and seemed happy to let him delay.

In the last five seconds of the attack time, Penny changed direction to dribble, but it was not easy to go past others. Mo Mengchen's defensive strength in the last few seconds has gone up a few notches.

With two seconds left, Penny made a forced shot from outside the three-point line.

Nowhere!

"A [-] that could kill the game!"

"With 13 seconds left and 2 points behind, Detroit needs a little time to arrange tactics to see if it is going to tie with two points or a lore with three points."

"It's still a long time, it's better to have a two-point tactic."

"Wait, they didn't seem to call a timeout?"

"No timeout called? What is Paul Westphal doing? That's not how players are given freedom"

The commentator complained about Westphal incomprehensibly, while Mo Mengchen dribbled the ball across the half court amidst the cheers of the audience.

Everyone on the field stood up.

In the last seven seconds, on the outside, Mo Mengchen VS Pippen.

In the last round of offense and defense, Pippen's attention was highly concentrated, and his hands were spread out, covering the front of Dor.Mo like a dark cloud.

In 6 seconds, Mo Mengchen lowered his center of gravity.

He took a step forward and the time came to 5 seconds.

Then, that would be an unforgettable moment. Mo Mengchen faced the right side, and even after playing the last three quarters, he still took an earth-shattering step.

Chilling explosive power!

The acceleration that cannot be described in words!
Pippen couldn't move at all. He saw it, but his body couldn't react. Mo Mengchen, who was able to break through him, suddenly stopped, facing a large crotch and pulling the ball back to his left hand, trying to keep Pippen lost all center of gravity in the defensive position.He opened his eyes wide, watching his center of gravity drop little by little in disbelief, like a suicidal person falling from a tall building.

Scott Pippen kneels in front of Dor.Mo!
In front of 22076 fans at the Palace of Auburn Hills,
In front of the live broadcast across the United States,

In front of fans all over the world paying attention to this game,
In the most critical seconds of this game tonight,

Kneeling in front of Dor.Mo!
Mo Mengchen took a step back slowly, pressing it down to the last second, and shot a three-pointer.

Hardaway opened his mouth, Van Gundy's face was full of disbelief, the Knicks had people hugging their heads in despair, and everyone was cheering.

then
"Shh!!!"

At this moment, there was only one voice in Auburn Hills.

On and off the court, fans all over the world were shouting together, and these shouts finally turned into a special name: "Dor.Mo!!!"

The ruthless lore stared mercilessly at the opponent kneeling in front of him, and said indifferently: "Since you have knelt down for the mistake just now, on behalf of the Detroit fans, I forgive your rude behavior."

Pippen thumped the ground and roared helplessly. No matter how violent he was on the floor, the result could not be changed.

Then, Mo Mengchen was thrown down by his teammates, and they rushed over one by one, roaring selflessly, no matter how scary the person who was thrown to the ground by them was usually.

(End of this chapter)