You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 689 Of course it's 100%, idiot! (5 reward plus updates! 25)

691 Of course it is 100%, idiot!

After Pollard was full of fouls, the Pistons replaced Jerome Williams and Ben Wallace one after another, both of whom were also foul-ridden.

Especially Big Ben, he was carrying five criminals on his back, and seeing him play, in order to beat him down, the Lakers did not hesitate to reduce their offensive efficiency and attack the inside.

The referee paid off. The Lakers team had a 3-minute impact. No matter how careful Wallace was, he could not forget his responsibility. commit.

This is the third inside Pistons ejected tonight.

When Wallace left the game, the score was 93-88, with the Pistons leading by five points, which was the price the Lakers paid for getting rid of Wallace.

With Wallace ejected, the Pistons' restricted zone unscreened, Brad Miller out of form, and Pollard fouled out, Westphal had only one option left.

"With less than four minutes left in the game, Prester Lauderdale was brought on."

"Plest may never have imagined that one day, he would represent the Pistons in Game 4 of the Finals, the most crucial [-] minutes, against the strongest center in the world."

No one is in the mood for the "Westphal calls the game over" meme anymore.

Letting Lauderdale play shows that the Pistons have come to an end, they were cornered, and the united Lakers broke out with unimaginable power at the last moment.

Finally, fans realized how valuable it is for the Pistons to win a game at Staples.

Bryant made two free throws, 90 to 93.

When Mo Mengchen dribbled the ball past halftime, the game time entered the last three and a half minutes, which was the final moment.

The Lakers want to drag the game to Game [-], while the Pistons are determined to end the series tonight.

They have a goal that is completely left, and they have an ultimate goal. They have fought each other for a whole year to get here, for that goal, and no one backs down.

Hill rushed over to get the ball. He knew Mo Mengchen's situation better than anyone else, so he had to take responsibility.

With Hill's explosion in the second half, his current scoring is already the highest of the two teams - 37 points, 12 rebounds and 5 assists.

His performance naturally attracted the attention of the opponents. When they saw Hill take the ball out, Harper and Rice exchanged glances. Suddenly, Mo Mengchen was given up!
This was something that was completely impossible to happen in the past, but it happened repeatedly tonight.

Through such a defense, Mo Mengchen was basically sure that the Lakers knew his situation well, but why didn't they launch a strong attack on him?Isn't this the best option?
The weirder the thing, the simpler the result.

Mo Mengchen waited for the Lakers to make a move. He believed that the opponent would make a fuss about him.

Hill hit the deepest point, saw no hope of scoring, wasted ten seconds in vain, and passed the ball with difficulty.

Open, Mo Mengchen received the ball, picked it up, swung Kobe who was flying over, and dribbled the ball straight to the basket.

Mo Mengchen was about to make a layup when he heard a harsh "be careful" from his teammates, and then Horry knocked him away from behind.

His hand trembled, and the tingling pain made him extra sober. He couldn't see the basket, didn't know where he was, and flicked his fingers slightly.

As if there was a flash of inspiration, the ball was spinning, and it didn't deviate at all, and it was falling into the center of the basket.

"Incredible layup!" Johnson yelled, "Dor.Mo made a three-pointer!"

Huo Li looked dull, and then, he saw Mo Mengchen slowly get up, looking over like a waking god of death.

"Interesting, right?"

Dor.Mo's voice was as cold as a piece of iron in the depths of the North Pole. He walked over slowly and pushed Huo Li away with all his strength. Faced with such a provocation, Huo Li, who had seen countless big scenes, did not dare to push back.

He just stood there watching, motionless.

Mo Mengchen stood on the free throw line. He was sure to hit the free throw, but he couldn't make it. He had to let the Lakers think that everything was under control, so.

"boom!"

See, I lost again.

95 is better than 90
The Pistons quickly returned to defense, and the Lakers could not launch a counterattack when Mo Mengchen missed a free throw.

Ever since he fouled Mo Mengchen, Horry has been paying attention to Mo Mengchen's position.

He had a premonition that things were not over yet.

Although his foul just now was called an ordinary foul, but fouling like that from behind is very dangerous and can easily hurt people.

And this is what Mo Mengchen taboos the most.

Everyone knows that Dor.Mo doesn't hold grudges, because he avenges them on the spot.

Horry ran to the outside line to open up space for O'Neal, and the Lakers were able to attack in the low post.

Lauderdale's help defense is not as good as any outside line in the team, but his top defense quality is also the best in the team. The 300-jin weight is not given for nothing. If the Sharks want to single him out, they have to do their best. The strength of milk.

After three wild tops, the double-team hadn't come yet, the Shark was furious and determined to make the Pistons pay the price.

Turned over to pick the basket, but failed to knock Lauderdale away before the shot, which also led to a series of subsequent consequences.

Lauderdale regained his strength, and his super-large body and physique were a natural barrier here. He withstood the shark, raised his hand, and even blocked the shark's hook head-on.

The audience was boiling, they never expected any performance from Lauderdale, let alone block the Sharks?

The basketball flew out and was picked up by Kobe.

The game entered the last 3 minutes, but the Lakers didn't have enough time to attack, because O'Neal's hook didn't touch the basket, so the attack time would not return to the clock, Kobe made a strong jump and made a throw.

"boom!"

O'Neal roared and hit the ball outside.

Horry's position selection is really tricky. This is definitely experience. He seems to have known for a long time that the rebound will fly here. To this is a long backboard.

Not being able to kill Dor.Mo is certainly a shame, but he now has more direct ways to impact the game.

Horry picked up the ball and jumped into the air.

Then, he heard a warning from his teammates.

"careful!"

Huo Li stared, a phantom flashed like a white light, and in an instant, a powerful arm hit his ball and landed with his body.

But the strength on this arm is definitely not for a block, the opponent is too hard.

Unprepared, Horry lost his balance under the blow and fell heavily to the ground, while the ball was ruthlessly blocked out of bounds.

"Dor.Mo blocked Robert!" Johnson yelled, "This is the MVP of Detroit! This is the master of Auburn Hills!"

The audience at the scene had already fallen into madness. They roared like lions declaring territorial sovereignty, shouting "MVP" at the top of their lungs. The atmosphere in Auburn Hills was like the ghost world that opened the gate of hell to the world, terrifying and depressing.

The referee didn't say anything about the rude block, and Zen Master yelled angrily: "How can you not blow the whistle? How can you fucking ignore this foul?!"

Because he is Dor.Mo, simple as that.

The referee gave Zen master a warning, and if he continued to pester him, it would not be just a warning to respond to him.

Zen master looked at Huo Li, who was lying on the ground, and at the blood that seemed to be faintly emerging. He had already lost a general. At the last moment, the Lakers could not live without a coach.

"Dor. Mo!!"

Zen Master's eyes were full of resentment, and he, who was as calm as water, could no longer remain calm in the face of this situation.

Huo Li twisted his foot the moment he landed, and also smashed his head. Now, there is a pool of blood on the ground where he is, and the scene looks very bloody.

The devil who caused this tragedy didn't even get a foul?
Not to mention his opponent, even Mo Mengchen's teammates gasped.

With 2 minutes and 44 seconds left in the game, the Lakers' possession of the ball and Horry's departure made them lose a lucky general who could change their fate at a critical moment, and also made O'Neal lose the only player in the Lakers who could help He pulls the inside line for space.

"Kobe!"

The Lakers sent the ball to Bryant's hands, and the Pistons, who had expected this, asked Hill to defend.

With a yell, O'Neill ran to the outside line with rare diligence, and set up a wall of flesh like the Great Wall of Steel for Kobe.

Because of Lauderdale's slow speed, as long as Hill is on the pick-and-roll, Kobe can easily break through Lauderdale, but it is by no means so easy to blow up the Pistons' defense.

Kobe rushed to the basket, and Rasheed flew out, with his arms stretched across his face. If he shot directly, he would definitely be blocked.

The situation was so bad that people had to hold their breath. Kobe twisted his body like a twist, gliding through Rasheed's airspace, and scored with a backhand.

92 is better than 95
The Pistons wanted to wear down the opponent's will, and Horry did have such an effect, but Kobe's shocking lever obviously downplayed the fear of the Lakers.

They defended with all their strength, facing the Pistons who were just about to try to delay time.

Every second is oppressive, every second is stressful.

Hill's breakthrough broke the game for the Pistons. At the last second, Houston missed a three-pointer. The basketball bounced up and fell out of bounds. There was no counterattack. The Lakers needed to serve again.

The Pistons spent 24 seconds attacking to no avail, with only 1 minute and 35 seconds left in the game, and the Lakers trailed by 3 points.

"Da Pu, hold on!"

The teammates off the court stood up and shouted one by one.

Lauderdale was single-guarding O'Neal without double-teaming, and the Pistons opted to play Lauderdale--a mascot who usually plays only in garbage time--and O'Neal one-on-one.

From O'Neal's point of view, this is an insult to him. The Pistons actually let a garbage player who can only collect data in garbage time and him one-on-one?

"I killed you!"

The shark ran violently, its buttocks, back, and elbows enough to stun Mo Mengchen all at the same time blasted towards Lauderdale.Lauderdale was shaken away in one fell swoop-who wouldn't give everything at a time like this?
Lauderdale was hit all over with pain, he roared with livid face, and stuck up again when O'Neal launched an attack.

"boom!"

"Good defense!" Williams yelled.

O'Neal grabbed the rebound angrily, he had to blow up the damn bastard, and just as he was about to blast Lauderdale hard, Hill's double-team was in place.

The deadly double-team left O'Neal with no room to continue attacking.

Six games into the Finals, this is definitely the best double-team Hill has ever made.

O'Neill seems to have returned to the last moment of the Tianwangshan battle. His opponent blocked shots continuously, and the humiliation Dor.Mo gave him was the same as when he killed Horry just now.

That is the result of impulsiveness.

"I can't make the same mistakes again!" O'Neal threw the ball hard.

The basketball flew to the only open player on the Lakers court, high on the right, and Glenn Rice shot a jumper.

"Shh!"

比赛时间剩下1分06秒，94比95，活塞的领先优势只剩1分。

"Guys, guard them!" O'Neill yelled.

This overjoyed, arrogant bastard has now become a leader who can inspire people at critical moments. So far, he is no longer the giant baby who is weak in heart, always collapses at critical moments, and is always swept away in the series.

Only in this way can he dare to call himself a superman, and the enemy will respect him and call him a shark.

He is now a full-grown shark leading the army of kings in the west.

Hill served the ball to Mo Mengchen and said to him, "If you can't, pass the ball to me anytime."

"Don't worry about me." A man can't say no.

Mo Mengchen patted the ball lightly. He was used to the pain in his right hand, because it would always send out that unbearable pain. Since he couldn't stop it, he had to accept it.

Seeing Mo Mengchen constantly dribbling with his right hand, Ephraim felt sorry for him.

Is it really necessary to do this for a game?

"It's really hard for you to pretend for so long." Harper pointed out Mo Mengchen's disguise.

This has long been a secret that can't be revealed, Mo Mengchen dribbled the ball sideways, raised his left hand - playing a scalpel tactic!

The time has entered the last minute, and the Pistons' scalpel tactics are running quickly. They have not scored for 1 consecutive minutes.

In the past 3 minutes, the Lakers only scored 4 points. There was no problem with their defense, but the offense was cut off.

When the Pistons' offense is cut off, Mo Mengchen usually pulls the switch, but tonight, he seems unable to take on this task.

Tactics of more than ten seconds are as long as a day to the audience at the scene.

In the end, Alan Houston ran out of the tactic he was most familiar with, came to his end point, caught the ball, made a three-pointer, and then was interfered by Kobe who was rushing towards him.

"boom!"

The rebound was flying higher and higher under the scramble of the giants. Lauderdale looked at the ball, let out a roar with all his strength, and slapped the ball to the other side. Leap.

This guy weighs 300 pounds, who gave him the courage to be parallel to the ground?

Lauderdale slapped the ball on the ground to the man he trusted most.

"Dor. Mo!"

Mo Mengchen was about to make a shot when Harper stepped forward and hit him hard, offering his sixth personal foul of the night without any hesitation.

Hearing the referee's whistle and seeing that Mo Mengchen failed to throw the ball, the scene fell into a huge panic.

This was probably the time when Mo Mengchen was least trusted, because his free throws tonight were really horrible.

Mo Mengchen walked directly in front of Lauderdale. This guy almost sacrificed himself in order to get the ball back. The 300-jin weight flew out like this, and the result was unpredictable.

Luckily for Lauderdale, he was not injured and was still giggling after being pulled up by Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen patted his chest lightly and said, "Good job."

This was already the highest level of praise for Mo Mengchen.

Then, he walked to the free throw line and checked the score.

95 is better than 94
There were 38 seconds left in the game.

Mo Mengchen patted the ball, and at the far end, Zen Master's face was gloomy, with a conspiratorial sneer hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"boom!"

"He has reached his limit," Zen Master said. "History will repeat itself."

Of course Mo Mengchen knew what he was doing, he was giving up the chance to guarantee victory for a conspiracy that might not exist in the end.

If he is wrong, how can he recover?
If there is no conspiracy in the end, how will he face his teammates?

If this game is lost, how will he tell Lauderdale who was almost injured for this rebound?

Dor.Mo doesn't know, and he won't think about these things, he just believes in his own judgment morbidly.

It can't be wrong!

"boom!"

"Oh, Dor.Mo missed both free throws!"

The Lakers called a timeout and were only 38 point behind in 1 seconds. They had enough time to rewrite the score.

Hill didn't know what Mo Mengchen was thinking. For these two key free throws, he used the original posture, which would hurt him half to death, and he missed all of them in the end.

Why?He doesn't understand.

He didn't know what Mo Mengchen wanted to do.

At the end of the game, Mo Mengchen apologized to Lauderdale.

"It's okay, Dad, everyone has bad hands sometimes," Lauderdale said.

Only Mo Mengchen knew that he was not apologizing for free throws, he was apologizing for Lauderdale's sacrifice. Whether he was right or not, Lauderdale's sacrifice was meaningless. Their opponents believed in their own judgment.

From the start to the end of the timeout, Mo Mengchen remained silent. Westphal didn't ask about Mo Mengchen's situation. He only knew that they needed a defense that was so good that no one could fault it.

At the end of the timeout, the Lakers sent the ball to Kobe through a reverse run.

Outside, Kobe holds the ball. This is the most critical round of the game for the Lakers. Of course, this offense needs to be completed by OK. They only have one goal now.

Win the damn game!
Hill came to Kobe, and saw him dribble the ball with his lower body, his right hand, his crotch changed to his left hand, and he suddenly changed direction and broke through, past the chief perimeter defender currently in service, and the devil's pass was broken.

The indomitable Peter Pan seemed determined to end the game. His arrival caused a change in the entire position. In order to stop Kobe, the Pistons made a mistake inside - they let go of O'Neal.

When Rasheed and Lauderdale's defense is close to Bryant.

Kobe stepped inside and tossed the ball high.The generals of the Pistons turned around in astonishment, and saw a huge monster with black and gold flying into the sky. He was in the sky beyond the reach of human beings. Everyone in the audience heard a thunderbolt, and the monster pushed the ball into the basket.

With a goal from inside and outside, the Lakers overtook!

With 22 seconds left in the game, 96 to 95, the Pistons requested a timeout.

Now, the Pistons need to hand the ball to the most reliable person. Originally, this person should be Mo Mengchen, but judging from tonight's situation, it should be Hill.

Westphal was just about to set it up.

"Coach, give me the ball." Dor.Mo said, as if he didn't know how bad his hand feeling was tonight, just like usual, calm and confident, "I will lead you to win this game."

No one knows where Dor.Mo's confidence comes from, the situation is so bad, his performance tonight makes no one have any confidence.

But just thinking about how many times he's saved the Pistons so far, can't you trust him for a second?

"I agree that Dad should be given a chance to redeem himself," Hill said.

"That's right!" Rasheed exclaimed, "Even though Papa sucks tonight, he's still our Papa, and I trust him without reservation!"

Everyone spoke up, and Westphal didn't arrange a tactic in the end, but simply said: "Okay, send the ball to Mo!"

Assistant coach Charlie McCann said in amazement: "It's incredible that they believe Mo so much?"

Looking at the players returning to the field, Frauses next to McCann smiled and said: "The magic of Dor.Mo is to convince us again and again that many things that we thought would happen are often impossible due to unforeseen obstacles. Come true, and some unimaginable storylines will finally become reality for him."

When the Lakers saw that the Pistons had given the ball to Mo Mengchen, everyone was amazed at Zen Master's ingenuity.

Zen Master stood on the sidelines, watching the game confidently. In the end, he still understood Dor.Mo.

Conceited, arrogant, vicious, full of responsibility.

Even when the situation was so bad, he dared to take responsibility and tried to save the game and redeem his disastrous performance all night.

"But real stories are often the opposite of fairy tales." The Zen master smiled slyly, "Dor. Mo, you are finished!"

The audience stood up, and the game time entered the final 15 seconds.

"14!"

Dor.Mo didn't move.

"12!"

His dribbling speed has become faster!
"10!"

Finally, he began to attack forward, ready to deliver the final blow.

Mo Mengchen broke through at full speed. This was the only time he broke through at full speed tonight. The person defending him was Kobe. Seeing that the defense was about to fall, the words of the Zen master appeared in Peter Pan's mind.

"If they pass the ball to Dor.Mo, he will definitely choose to attack by himself. Remember, in the last ten seconds, foul him!"

The moment Mo Mengchen pulled it up, Kobe roughly extended his hand and forcibly interrupted his shot.

"Beep!!!"

No matter how much the referee wants the players to decide the game, he can't let go of this blatant foul.

"Free throw?" Vinier Johnson thumped in his heart, and suddenly remembered many things.

In the Eastern Conference Finals two years ago, the Pistons also died at the free throw line.

The head coach of the Bulls is now the head coach of the OK Lakers.

Phil Jackson.

Will the tragedy that happened in the past happen again tonight?
The Zen master couldn't help laughing, the feeling of watching a person fall into the abyss is really good.

To hell, Dor.Mo!

The audience looked at Mo Mengchen, the teammates looked at Mo Mengchen, and the whole world was looking at Mo Mengchen.

With his right hand clutching the clothes on his chest, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

At this tense moment that made people unable to breathe, he actually laughed unrestrainedly. Look at his free throw percentage tonight. How could he laugh?

This is what Mo Mengchen has been waiting for.

This foul proved everything, he was not wrong!

Everything is a conspiracy, and all the preparations he has made for this conspiracy will be rewarded.

There are only 6 seconds left in the game. As long as he makes two free throws, the Pistons have a great chance to win the championship!

Before the free throw, Mo Mengchen actually walked to the other side.

"Dor.Mo walked to the Lakers' bench!"

He came to the Zen master, raised his right hand, and made a classic gesture that only belonged to him: "Please witness, Coach Jackson!"

"##￥!!!"

The fans at the scene had no confidence in Mo Mengchen's free throw, but they all knew what this gesture meant.

Please witness!
I will score two free throws!

Please witness!
The finals will end in my hands!
Please witness!
We will win tonight!

Please witness!Please witness!I ask you to be a witness for me!

Mo Mengchen came to the free throw line.Before the free throw, Hill asked him: "How sure are you?"

Mo Mengchen just smiled and didn't answer.

The distance from the free throw line to the bottom line is only 4.57 meters.At this moment, there is only Mo Mengchen, the ball in his hand, and the basket in front of him.

When Mo Mengchen held up the basketball at the free throw line for the penultimate time tonight, some seals seemed to be lifted in Hill's mind.

He remembered some things - around December last year, the Pistons team's free throws declined severely, and Westphal held an intra-team free throw contest, and the loser had to donate to Mo Mengchen's foundation.During this period, Mo Mengchen practiced a set of strange free throw postures.

This is the pose, there are others
Suddenly, the audience heard the narrator screaming: "Dor.Mo closed his eyes!"

"Is this true? He closed his eyes!!"

This is it!This is it!
Hill opened his eyes wide and smiled, it was the ecstasy of finding the answer.

At that time, he also asked Mo Mengchen.

"How sure are you?"

Then, the whole world was watching Mo Mengchen. At this moment, with his eyes closed, he shot the first of the two most critical free throws tonight.

Hollow into the basket!

Silently!

"Dor.Mo made a free throw to tie the game!!"

The cries were so loud that the roof of Auburn Hills was almost toppled.

The Lakers players looked at Mo Mengchen in despair, even they didn't believe that Mo Mengchen would miss the second free throw.

It's all a scam!

From beginning to end, they were kept in the dark by Dor.Mo!

The Zen master's breathing became more intense, he didn't believe it, he didn't believe that Mo Mengchen had been patient until now, he didn't believe that he had fallen into Mo Mengchen's trap from the beginning to the end.

He doesn't believe it!He will never believe it!

Then, Mo Mengchen took the referee's ball, without any adjustments, closed his eyes and shot the second free throw.

"Shh!"

Johnson and Smith yelled together: "Dor.Mo hit the second free throw that could have killed the game!!!"

97 to 96, with only 6 seconds left in the game, the Pistons took the lead, and the Lakers requested a timeout.

Mo Mengchen turned around, looked at Hill who was full of surprise, and said arrogantly and coldly: "Of course it's 100%, idiot!"

The audience chanted MVP. In the last 6 seconds, the Pistons were strictly guarded, and the Lakers, who couldn't get out of the serve tactic, could only despair and send the ball to someone other than OK in order not to make a mistake.

They no longer have any chances. With the "MVP" shouts being bombarded, OK didn't touch the ball until the end of the game.

Detroit won the game, defeated the Lakers 4-2 by a big score, and successfully defended the championship!

PS: The foreshadowing of this chapter is buried a bit far away, see Chapter 612 for more details.

　In order to read smoothly, this is two chapters in one, so two more chapters are added.I used to be a chapter, but now, the situation is forcing, I don’t even have the saved manuscripts, and the speed of code words can’t keep up with the speed of adding updates, you know.There is another chapter tonight.

　　
　
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