You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 229 Black Angel

1997/2/1

Pistons record: 25 wins and 18 losses, ranking eighth in the Eastern Conference.

Status: Four-game losing streak.

Existing attribute points: 50000.

In the first game in February, the Pistons beat the Eastern Hornets at home, ending a frustrating four-game losing streak.

On the eve of the start of the game, Collins had a fierce conflict with his players.

The object of the conflict was Barkley, who had reunited with him not long ago.

Collins, who suffered a four-game losing streak and was unhappy, saw Barkley cutting corners during training and taking the lead in slacking off. His chest was uncontrollable and he opened fire on him.

"We don't need lazy stars!"

"Then trade me!"

"You are the general manager, you can do this, trade me!"

Barkley took the initiative to say the deal, and he was full of confidence, because Collins couldn't trade him at all, and this was not something he could decide alone.

Collins, who was dazzled by anger, vowed to send Barkley away before the trade deadline.

You know, this is the only operation he can do during the offseason, and now he wants to destroy it himself?
With Mark Jones and other good undercover role models, the news naturally spread like wildfire. In less than an hour, the whole of Detroit knew about it. All over the league.

"Some of the most food for thought this season."

"Dennis Rodman will be suspended for what reason when he returns?"

"Can the Bulls get another 70 wins?"

"When will this soap opera in Detroit end?"

It was against this background that they met the Hornets at home, who wanted to take advantage of the fire, but they did not give their opponents any chance. They scored 132 points and ended with a hearty slaughter in front of the audience. game.

That night, Barkley scored 40 points and 24 rebounds with the help of his teammates in order to prove to Collins that he can dominate the game without serious training.

"I'm 34 years old, I'm not saying I'm old, but I'm really close to this state." Barkley said in an interview with Detroit's most influential TV station Radio Station, "You can't let me complete the tough training. , while playing such a great game again.”

Barkley didn't specify who he was talking about, but everyone knew what he was talking about.

"Coach, what's your opinion on Charles' performance tonight?"

Reporters are naturally not afraid of big things, and they deliberately asked a question that embarrassed Collins.

As for Collins, his answer was stiff: "This is why he is so great, and I believe he can play like this every day."

These words sound like they are praising Barkley, but they actually have another meaning: every night.

What kind of monster can play such a game every night?
Mo Mengchen washed his face, he needed to change his mind and take a break.

Buckley proposed to go to a nightclub to relax, but he refused, because he was going to Grand Rapids to attend the trial tomorrow, and Ephraim's patent case is now at a critical stage, and his preparations will be put into it one by one.

Back home, Mo Mengchen went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Turn on the shower, turn on the system by the way, plus the rewards from tonight's game, he now has 51000 attribute points.

Time to update the properties.

He scratched at the template and opened the properties bar.

In the past two months, through the usual training, some of his attributes have also improved slightly.

The first is back body control, which has risen from 45 to 50.

Mid-range shots rose from 51 to 53.

The middle distance of dribble stop increased from 48 to 50.

Three-point shooting rose from 71 to 74.

Open three-pointers rose from 66 to 68.

Core strength rose from 61 to 64.

As for those defensive attributes that were neglected in the rookie season, they all improved to varying degrees, and the defensive pressure increased most obviously, from 30 to 40—although it was very low.

Now he needs to use the 51000 on his body for greater strengthening.

First, he increased his mid-range shots from 53 to 60, costing 9000 attribute points.

Then the traverse speed was increased from 85 to 90, which cost a lot, and killed 22000 at once.

terrible this
However, so far, his lateral movement speed can already be regarded as top-notch.

There are 20000 attribute points left.

He decided to improve his straight-line speed, which is the next thing he needs to improve. His straight-line speed is only 42, which is too bad.

He spent all his attribute points to increase his straight-line speed to 53.

Finally, he closed the attribute adjustment interface.

His overall rating rose to 72.

It's been a slow process, but progress has been made.

"It's time to sleep."

All the attribute points accumulated from the beginning of the season to now are used up within a few minutes. Mo Mengchen feels extremely tired. He just wants to rest now. When he wakes up tomorrow, he finds that his attribute points are only a fraction. Will he feel lost?
Recently, he has lost a lot of losses. Although it is man-made, he is also willing, but this objectively reduces the income of attribute points, because this damn system has a rule that once the game is lost, the return will be halved.

With restlessness, Mo Mengchen closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The next day
Grand Rapids

After the operation, Mo Mengchen rushed to the airport. In order to attend the court trial, he had to miss the afternoon training.

"Mo, there is good news, do you want to hear it?"

Aaron Bennett had already taken care of everything in Grand Rapids, and when Mo Mengchen arrived, he was also responsible for picking him up.

"Are you sure it's good news?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Bennett nodded and said, "Yes, didn't the patient who overreacted to the drug decide to speak out for his own justice with our help?"

Mo Mengchen remembered this, it was a key part of the whole plan.

"Go on." Mo Mengchen said.

"He succeeded. Tefdanla didn't want to make things worse, so they chose to stop the settlement and secretly paid him 10 in settlement money." Bennett laughed.

"It's really generous, one hundred thousand." Mo Mengchen said, "What do you think we should do?"

Grand Duke Bennett said selflessly: "How can such a criminal thing be allowed to ferment? No! Absolutely not! We should stop this behavior. Therefore, my suggestion is to let him disclose this matter to the media, and then the Tefdanla’s 30 and close payment will be returned, and in return for his justice, we will pay him [-] justice fund!”

Mo Mengchen laughed. This was the first time he laughed so happily since Barkley said the famous saying "Rest after death" on the field.

"I suddenly found that you are more suitable to be an assistant than Amir." Mo Mengchen laughed.

How dare Bennett have such thoughts: "Please don't say that, if Amir knows about this, she will kill me."

"Don't be afraid, what can she do to you as a weak woman?" Mo Mengchen said, "Show me some usurper spirit!"

Weak woman?
It's not that Bennett has never seen Madeira act violently against local hooligans. If that is also called a weak woman, all women on this planet should slip into the ranks of weak women.

Hearing Mo Mengchen's comments on Madeira, Bennett can basically be sure that his boss is definitely not aware of Madeira's darkest secret - I hope he will never know, that Madeira's skills can kill her in minutes. He played until he retired.

Bennett drove the car outside the courtroom.

In the car, he took out the camouflage tool.

"It's all ready."

Mo Mengchen took over the disguise tool.

Beards, wigs, glasses.

I believe that as long as you wear these three items, unless you are someone who is extremely familiar with Mo Mengchen, it is impossible to recognize him.

"I don't worry about your work."

Although Bennett can't do any big things, he is comprehensive about these small things and has never made a mistake.

"They're already in the courtroom, shall we go in now?" Bennett asked.

Mo Mengchen said: "No, the time has not come yet, so wait."

Mo Mengchen deliberately waited until the right time before getting out of the car with Bennett. He didn't want to be seen by anyone.

After waiting for a while, he entered the courtroom with Bennett. At this time, the audience just happened to stand up, which provided them with solid cover.

Mo Mengchen and Bennett sat at the back.

They saw Ephraim and her accused, the legendary angel Emery Hall.

In terms of appearance, the title of angel is somewhat inaccurate.

Emery Hall, the Dark Angel, it should be said.

It also looks too dark.

(End of this chapter)