NBA: Unlocked Generation of Miracles At The Start

At this moment, Lin Mo watched the last thirty seconds.

He then glanced at the glider out of the corner of his eye.

The other party has their own life safety to spell out these two advantages, but what's the use.

"I just need a 3-pointer to kill you guys.

"Even if you try your best, it's useless."

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Celtics offense.

Lin Mo held the ball, and when he pushed forward, the fans beside him looked at him and suddenly looked under the basket.

"Nobody can compete with him in the paint, and as long as he gets to the paint at this point, he's going to score.

Fans are estimating Lin Mo's offense.

This time, after reaching the inside line and 050 quickly got two points, all the problems were left to the Rockets.

"There are still twenty-nine seconds, we are running out of time." Rockets fans Nan Nan said.

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Lin Mo hit a surprise and didn't follow the usual way of playing.

He also wanted to get into the inside line, but it didn't make any sense at all.

"Play for something exciting!" Lin Mo smiled slightly.

He held the ball from beyond the three-point line, guarded the ball with his left hand, and then made a step back.

But he's not ready to go...

"It has to wait until the last second." Lin Mo continued.

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At this time, the ball was sent along the left side, and Lin Mo deliberately moved to the top of the arc.

He has only one thought now, waiting for this ball to hit the last second in the top area of ​​the arc to give them a fatal blow...

"Hahaha, you probably won't think about how I will fight this round!" Lin Mo laughed.

time flies.

The glider and the others watched from the sidelines, and they suddenly grabbed their hands together and murmured:

"Don't give this ball to Lin Mo, don't give it to Lin Mo.

They have a bad feeling.

Suffice it to say that the ball ended up in Lin Mo's hands, and that sucks.

"I think it's getting colder now." The glider muttered after seeing the transfer ball thrown from the bottom corner.

brush.

Whistle shot.

Lin Mo seized (beeg) a last-second opportunity and threw the ball from beyond the arc.

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A++3.

The minds of the fans also followed this ball, and they all held their breaths and stood firm.

boom.

At the moment when the goal was scored, the Rockets fans seemed to be unsteady and fell one by one.

"I hit it, and I actually hit Lin Mo."

"Unbelievable."

Rockets fans murmured.

Lin Mo raised a three-point gesture, stepped back, and then waved at the glider.

"You still have a chance to kill, but now you can only watch the show."

"I hope your substitutes don't let you down. 99

Lin Mo conveyed his thoughts with just one look.

At this moment, the glider took a deep breath.

"I'm not on the court, and there is a chance to make a lore, can the substitute players be able to grasp it? 99

"Martney, I'm afraid I can only rely on you.

There is only one person on the court to rely on. If you can't handle this ball now, all your previous efforts will be in vain.

brush.

The lore ball is thrown!

Martine looked at the timer and, with four seconds left, threw the ball.

The fans were startled, thinking that even if they scored this time, it could only be considered a quasi-lore.

"Lin Mo has already left him time for the lore ball, why not use up the last second." The fans wondered.