Chapter 691: Of course it is 100%, idiot!

　　691 is of course 100%, idiot!
　　 After Pollard was full, the Pistons successively replaced Jerome Williams and Ben Wallace, both of whom were fouls.
　　Especially Big Ben, he carried five offenders, saw him on the court, in order to beat him down, the Lakers will not only reduce the offensive efficiency but also impact the inside.
The referee lived up to the hearted person. The Lakers team had a three-minute impact. Wallace was careful, he couldn’t forget his duties. In an assist defense, he inevitably destroyed Kobe’s cylinder and took his sixth. Commit.
　　 This is the third inside line for the Pistons to be sent off tonight.
　　 Wallace left the game, the score was 93 to 88, the Pistons lead 5 points, this is the cost of the Lakers to beat Wallace.
　　 Wallace was sent off, the Pistons lost the barrier, Brad Miller was in poor shape, and Pollard was also full. It seems that Westphal has only one choice left.
　　 "With less than 4 minutes left in the game, Prest Lauderdale was replaced."
　　 "Prest may never think that he will one day represent the Pistons in the sixth game of the Finals, playing the most crucial four minutes, against the strongest center in the world."
　　No one is in the mood to play "Westphal announces the end of the game" anymore.
　　 Let Lauderdale play, indicating that the Pistons have reached the end of the road, they were forced into desperation, the united Lakers at the last moment broke out unimaginable power.
　　 Finally, the fans realized how valuable the Pistons could win a game at Staples.
Kobe Bryant made two free throws, 90 to 93.
　　Mo Mengchen dribble the ball after halftime, the game time entered the last three and a half minutes, this is the last moment.
　　The Lakers want to drag the game to Game 7, and the Pistons are determined to end the series tonight.
　　 They have a completely left-facing goal, and they also have a final goal. They fought each other for a whole year to fight for that goal, and no one flinched.
　　Hill rushed over to get the ball, Mo Mengchen knew better than anyone else, he had to take responsibility.
　　As Hill broke out in the second half, his current score is already the highest of the two teams-37 points, 12 rebounds and 5 assists.
　　 His performance naturally attracted the attention of his opponents. When they saw Hill taking the ball outward, Harper and Rice exchanged glances. Suddenly, Mo Mengchen was abandoned!
　　 This was something that was impossible in the past, but it was repeated tonight.
　　Through this kind of defense, Mo Mengchen can basically be sure that the Lakers know his situation well, but why not launch a strong attack on him? Isn’t this the best option?
The more weird things are, the simpler the result is.
　　Mo Mengchen waited for the Lakers to move out. He believed that his opponent would definitely make a fuss about him.
　　Hill hit the deepest point, seeing no hope of scoring, wasting ten seconds in vain and passing the ball hard.
　　 vacant, Mo Mengchen catches the ball, holds up, Kobe Bryant flicks over, dribble to the basket.
　　Mo Mengchen was about to make a layup, only to hear his teammate's reminder, a sharp "caution", and then Horry knocked him off from behind him.
　　 His hands shook, and the tingling made him sober, he couldn't see the basket, he didn't know where he was, and he flicked his fingers slightly.
　　 It seemed that there was aura of light, the ball was spinning, and it didn't shift at all, and it was dunking the heart.
　　 "Incredible layup!" Johnson roared, "Dor.Mo hit three points!"
　　 Holly's face was dull, and then he saw Mo Mengchen slowly climbed up and looked over like a waking death.
　　 "It's fun, right?"
　　Dor.Mo's voice was as cold as a piece of iron in the depths of the North Pole. He walked over slowly, striking away from Horry. In the face of such provocation, Horry, who had seen countless big scenes, dared not push back.
　　 He just stood and watched, motionless.
　　Mo Mengchen stood on the free throw line, he fully grasped the penalty, but he could not hit, he must let the Lakers think everything is under control, so.
"boom!"
　　Did you see that, I lost the penalty again.
　　 95 to 90
　　The Pistons quickly returned to defense, and the Lakers could not take advantage of Mo Mengchen's free throw when he missed.
　　 Ever since fouling Mo Mengchen, Horry has been paying careful attention to Mo Mengchen's position.
　　 has a hunch that things are not over yet.
　　 Although the foul he just played was just a common foul, but fouling from behind is very dangerous and can easily cause injuries.
　　 And this is Mo Mengchen's most taboo thing.
　　Everyone knows that Dor.Mo doesn't remember his hatred because he reported it on the spot.
　　 Horry ran to the perimeter and opened up space for O'Neill, allowing the Lakers to attack low.
Lauderdale’s assist defense is no match for any outside player on the team, but his top defense quality is also the best in the team. The weight of 300 pounds is not given in vain. The shark wants to single him and he has to use his own food Milk power.
　　Crazy, the shark was furious and determined to make the Pistons pay the price.
　　 turned over to pick the basket, but did not hit Lauderdale before the shot, which also led to a series of subsequent consequences.
　　 Lauderdale regained his strength. The oversized body and physique are natural barriers here. He resisted the shark and started his hand, even covering the shark's hook.
　　 Everyone in the audience was boiling. They never expected Lauderdale to perform, let alone block the sharks.
　　 The basketball flew out and was picked up by Kobe.
　　 The game entered the last three minutes, but the Lakers did not have enough time to attack, because O'Neill's hook did not touch the basket, so the attack time will not return to the table, Kobe forced, throwing.
"boom!"
　　O'Neal roared and hit the ball outside.
Horry’s selection is indeed tricky. This is definitely an experience. He seems to have long known that the rebound will fly here, and the ball has reached his hand. Rashid has left him outside to protect the backcourt, but he did not expect By this is a long rebound.
　　 failed to abolish Dor.Mo, which is of course regrettable, but now he has a more direct way to influence the game.
　　Hori picked up the ball and jumped into the air.
　　 Then, he heard the warning of his teammates.
"Be careful!"
　　 Holly stared, and there was a phantom flashing like white light. In an instant, a powerful arm hit his ball and even landed with his body.
　　 But the strength on this arm is by no means for one-time sealing, the other side is too hard.
　　 Unprepared Horry lost his balance in this blow and fell heavily to the ground, the ball was ruthlessly covered out of bounds.
　　 "Dor.Mo blocked Robert!" Johnson yelled, "This is the MVP of Detroit! This is the owner of Auburn Hills!"
　　 The audience at the scene he had fallen into madness. They roared like a lion proclaiming the sovereignty of the territory and shouted "MVP" with their throats. The atmosphere of Auburn Mountain was like the ghost-refining world that opened the gate of to the world, horror and depression.
　　The referee didn't even show anything about this rude cover. The Zen master shouted angrily: "How can you not whistle? How can you ignore this foul?"
　　 Because he is Dor. Mo, it's that simple.
　　 The head referee gave the Zen master a warning. If he struggled, he would not just respond to the warning.
　　 Zen Master looked at Horry, who fell to the ground, and looked at the blood that seemed to be faintly visible. He had lost a member of the general. At the last minute, the Lakers could not have no coach.
　　 "Dor.Mo!!"
　　 Master's eyes are full of resentment, and even the plain water can't calm down in the face of this situation.
　　Hori twisted his foot when he landed, and broke his head. Now, there is a pool of blood on the ground where he is, and the scene looks very bloody.
　　 The demon who caused this tragedy didn't even get a foul?
　　Not to mention his opponent, even Mo Menchen's teammates took a breath.
With 2 minutes and 44 seconds left in the game, the Lakers’ ball rights and Horry’s departure left them at a critical moment to lose a blessed general who could change their lives, and O’Neal lost the only one in the Lakers who can help He pulled the inside of the space.
　　 "Kobe!"
　　The Lakers delivered the ball to Hill's hands. The Pistons, who had already expected this, let Hill go to defend.
　　O'Neill shouted, rare and diligent, and ran to the outside to give Kobe a wall of steel like a wall.
　　Because Lauderdale’s speed is slow, as long as Hill eats the pick-and-roll, Kobe can easily break through Lauderdale, but the defense against the Pistons is by no means so easy.
　　Kobe Bryant rushed into the basket, Rashid flew out, arms crossed on his face, if shot directly, it will definitely be blocked.
　　 The situation was so bad that people had to hold their breath. Kobe twisted his body like a twist, gliding through Rashid's airspace, and pulled the backhand to score.
　　 92 to 95
　　The Pistons want to kill the opponent's will. Mo Mengchen's blood cap Horry does have such an effect, but Kobe's shocking lever obviously downplays the Lakers' fears.
　　 They defended with all their strength, against the Pistons who just wanted to hold back time.
　　 Every second is depressed, every second is stressed.
　　Hill's breakthrough was a piston break. In the last second, Houston missed a three-pointer and the basketball flew up and fell out of bounds. Without a counterattack, the Lakers need to serve again.
　　 The Pistons exhausted 24 seconds offensive to no avail, the game time was only 1 minute and 35 seconds, and the Lakers trailed by 3 points.
　　 "Dapu, hold it!"
　　 teammates off the field stood up and shouted one by one.
　　 Lauderdale is defending O'Neal without a double-team. The Pistons chose to let Lauderdale, a mascot that can only play in garbage time, have one-on-one with O'Neill.
　　 From O'Neill's point of view, this is an insult to him. The Pistons actually let a junk player who can only brush data at junk time heads-up with him?
　　 "I slaughtered you!"
　　 The shark ran away, buttocks, back, elbows enough to stun Mo Mengchen at once, and at the same time slammed into Lauderdale. Lauderdale was shocked in one fell swoop-at this time, who would not do everything?
　　 Lauderdale was hit with pain all over his body. He roared sullenly, and O'Neill posted it again as he attacked.
"boom!"
　　 "Good defense!" Williams yelled.
　　O'Neill grabbed the rebound angrily. He had to explode the bastard. When he was about to force Lauderdale, Hill's bag was in place.
　　 Fatal baggage, so that O'Neill has no room to continue attacking.
　　 Played six games in the finals, this is definitely the best team made by Hill.
　　O'Neal seemed to have returned to the last moment of the Battle of the Heavenly King, his opponents blocked continuously, and the humiliation given to him by Dor.Mo was just like he just killed Horry.
　　 That is the result of perseverance.
　　 "I can't repeat the same mistake!" O'Neal threw the ball hard.
　　 The basketball flew to the only open player in the Lakers field, high right, Glenn Rice jump shot.
　　 "Uh!"
　　 1 minute and 06 seconds left in the game, 94 to 95, the Pistons' lead is only 1 minute.
　　 "Brothers, guard them!" O'Neill yelled.
　　 This great joy, no one asshole, has now become a leader who can inspire people at critical moments. At this point, he is no longer the fragile heart, always collapses at critical moments, and is always a huge baby swept by people in the series.
　　 Only in this way, he dared to boast of Superman, the enemy respected him with respect, and was worthy of sharks.
　　He is now an adult giant shark leading the King of the West.
　　Hill served Mo Mengchen and said to him: "If not, pass me the ball at any time."
　　 "Don't worry about me." Men can't say no.
　　Mo Mengchen gently patted the ball. He was used to the pain in his right hand, because it always sent out the unbearable pain. Since it could not be stopped, it was only accepted.
　　 saw Mo Mengchen constantly dribbling the ball with his right hand, and 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 is already a secret to see through and not to say. Mo Mengchen dribbles the ball sideways and raises it with his left hand-playing a scalpel tactic!
　　Time has entered the last minute, the piston scalpel tactics run fast, they have been credited for three consecutive minutes without points.
　　 In the past three minutes, the Lakers only got 4 points. Their defense was no problem, but the offense was off.
　　When the piston attacked the power, it was usually Mo Mengchen who pulled the switch, and tonight, he seemed unable to take on the task.
　　Ten seconds of tactics are as long as a day for the audience.
　　 In the end, Alan Houston ran out of his most familiar tactics, came to his end point, received the ball, three points, and then was disturbed by the oncoming Bryant.
"boom!"
The rebound was flying higher and higher under the giant's scramble, Lauderdale looked at the ball, made a roar with all his strength, and slammed the racket to the other side. The moment he landed, he chased up and leaned towards the ball that was about to fly out of bounds Leap.
　　 This guy weighs 300 pounds, who gave him the courage to parallel the ground?
　　 Lauderdale landed the racket towards the person he trusted most.
　　 "Dor.Mo!"
　　Mo Mengchen was about to shoot, and Harper stepped forward and gave him his sixth personal foul tonight without hesitation.
　　 heard the referee whistle, saw Mo Mengchen's ball failed to throw out, the scene fell into a huge panic.
　　 This is probably the most untrustworthy time for Mo Mengchen, because his free throw tonight is really terrible.
　　Mo Mengchen walked directly in front of Lauderdale. This guy almost sacrificed himself in order to win back the ball. The weight of 300 pounds flew out like this, and fell so hard, the result was unpredictable.
　　 Lauderdale was lucky that he was not injured and still smirked after being pulled up by Mo Mengchen.
　　Mo Mengchen patted his chest and said, "Good job."
　　 This is already the highest level of praise for Mo Mengchen.
　　 Then, he took the free throw line and looked at the score.
　　 95 to 94
　　 The game has 38 seconds left.
　　Mo Mengchen patted the ball. At the far end, the master's face was somber, and there was a conspiracy sneer on the corner of his mouth.
"boom!"
　　 "He has reached the limit," said the master, "History will repeat itself."
　　Mo Mengchen certainly knows what he is doing, he is giving up the opportunity to guarantee victory, for the conspiracy that may not exist in the end.
　　If he is wrong, how should he recover?
　　If there is no conspiracy in the end, how will he face his teammates?
　　If this game is lost, how can he tell Lauderdale who was almost injured for this rebound?
　　Dor.Mo didn't know, he wouldn't think about these things, he just morbidly believed his judgment.
　　 will never be wrong!
"boom!"
　　 "Ah, Dor.Mo missed two free throws!"
　　 The Lakers called a timeout, 38 seconds, only 1 point behind, they have enough time to rewrite the score.
　　 Hill didn't know what Mo Mengchen was thinking. He used the original posture for these two key free throws. The posture that would make him half-dead, and he lost all results.
　　Why? He didn't understand.
　　He didn't know what Mo Mengchen wanted to do.
When 　　 came off, Mo Mengchen apologized to Lauderdale.
　　 "It's okay, dad, everyone has a bad feel," Lauderdale said.
Only Mo Mengchen knows that he didn’t apologize for the free throw, he apologized for the sacrifice of Lauderdale. No matter whether he is correct or not, Lauderdale’s sacrifice doesn’t make much sense. The only effect is to make the scene more realistic and let Their opponents are convinced of their own judgment.
　　The suspension began to end, Mo Mengchen was silent, Westphal did not ask Mo Mengchen's situation, he only knew that they needed a good defense that could not be faulted.
　　 The timeout was over, and the Lakers delivered the ball to Kobe by running back.
　　Outside, Kobe holds the ball. This is the most critical round of the Lakers' game. Of course, this offense needs to be completed by OK together. They now have only one goal.
　　 Win this game!
　　Hill came to Kobe and saw him dribble low, his right hand, crotch changed to the left hand, suddenly changed to a breakthrough, broke through the active chief peripheral defense player, the Devil's pass broke.
　　 The advancing Peter Pan seemed to decide to end the game. His arrival caused a movement in the entire position. In order to stop Kobe, the Pistons made a mistake inside-they let O'Neill.
　　 When Rashid and Lauderdale's defense approached Kobe.
　　Kobe stepped inside and threw the ball high. The Pistons turned around in amazement, and saw a huge monster of black gold rising into the sky. He was in the sky that humans could not touch. All the people heard a thunderbolt, and the monster pressed the ball into the basket.
　　 A goal from inside and outside, the Lakers overtake!
　　The game has 22 seconds left, 96 to 95, and the Pistons request a timeout.
　　Now, the Pistons need to put the ball in the hands of the most reliable person. This person should have been Mo Mengchen. In the case of tonight, it should be Hill.
　　Westphal was about to lay it out.
　　 "Coach, serve me the ball." Dor. Mo said, as if he didn't know how bad he feels tonight, as usual, calm and confident, "I will lead you to win this game."
　　No one knows where Dor.Mo comes from. It's so bad that his performance tonight makes people have no confidence.
　　 But if you think about how many times he has saved the Pistons so far, can't you believe him again?
　　 "I agree, I should give Dad a chance to redeem himself." Hill said.
　　 "Yes!" Rashid exclaimed, "Although Daddy tonight, he is still our daddy, I believe him, no reservations!"
　　 Everyone uttered, Westphal did not arrange a tactic in the end, just simply said: "Okay, serve the ball to Mo!"
　　 Assistant Professor Charlie McCann said in surprise: "It's incredible, they actually believe in Mo?"
Looking at the players returning to the field, Frauss beside McCann laughed: "The magic of Dor. Mo is that it has repeatedly convinced us that many things that are thought to happen will often fail because of unforeseen obstacles. Come true, and some unimaginable storylines will eventually become reality in him."
　　When the Lakers saw the piston serving the ball to Mo Mengchen, everyone was sighed with the magical trick of Master Zen.
　　Men stood on the sidelines and watched the game confidently. In the end, he still understood Dor.Mo.
　　Pride, arrogance, viciousness, full of responsibility.
　　 Even if the situation is so bad, he dares to take responsibility, trying to save the game and redeem his disaster performance this night.
　　 "But reality stories are often the opposite of fairy tales." Master Zen smiled, "Dor. Mo, you are done!"
　　 The audience stood up and the game time entered the last 15 seconds.
　　 "14!"
　　Dor.Mo could not hear the sound.
　　 "12!"
　　 His dribbling speed became faster!
　　 "10!"
　　 Finally, he began to attack forward, ready to send the last blow.
　　Mo Mengchen broke through at full speed. This was his only breakthrough at full speed tonight. The person defending him was Kobe. Seeing that the defense was about to fall, the words of Zen Master appeared in Peter Pan’s mind.
　　 "If they pass the ball to Dor.Mo, he will definitely choose to attack himself, remember, foul him for the last ten seconds!"
　　 The moment Mo Mengchen pulled up, Bryant reached out rudely and forcibly interrupted his shot.
　　 "beep!!!"
　　The referee would like to let the player decide the game, and he can't let go of this explicit foul.
　　 "Free throw?" Venier Johnson thumped in his heart and suddenly remembered many things.
　　Two years ago in the Eastern Conference finals, the Pistons also died on the free throw line.
　　The Bulls coach is the coach of OK Lakers.
　　 Phil Jackson.
　　 Will the tragedy that happened once again happen tonight?
　　 Master Zen couldn't help laughing, and it was really good to watch a person fall into the abyss.
　　Go to hell, Dor.Mo!
　　The audience looked at Mo Mengchen, the teammates looked at Mo Mengchen, and the whole world was watching Mo Mengchen.
　　 clutched his chest with his right hand and couldn't help laughing out loud.
　　At this moment when he was so nervous that he couldn't breathe, he laughed unrestrainedly. Look at his free throw percentage tonight, how could he laugh?
　　 This is what Mo Mengchen has been waiting for.
　　 This foul proves everything, he is not wrong!
　　 Everything is a conspiracy, and all the preparations he 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 went to the other side.
　　 "Dor.Mo is on the bench for the Lakers!"
　　 He came to the Zen master, raised his right hand, and made a classic gesture that belongs to him alone: ​​"Please witness, Coach Jackson!"
　　 "##￥!!!!!!"
　　 The fans at the scene did not have confidence in Mo Mengchen's free throw, but they all knew what this gesture meant.
　　 Please witness!
　　 I will score two goals!
　　 Please witness!
　　 The finals will end in my hands!
　　 Please witness!
　　 We will win the championship tonight!
　　 Please witness! Please witness! I invite 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 only smiled, and did not answer.
The distance of the free throw line to the bottom line is 4.57 meters. At this moment, only Mo Mengchen, the ball in his hand and the basket in front of him.
　　When Mo Mengchen held the basketball on the free throw line for the second time tonight, Hill seemed to have lifted some seals.
　　 He remembered a few things-about December last year, the Pistons team's free throws fell sharply. Westphal held a team free throw game, and the losers had to donate to Mo Mengchen's foundation. During this period, Mo Mengchen developed a strange set of free throw gestures.
　　 is this posture, there are other...
　　 Suddenly, the audience heard the scream of the commentator: "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, that was the ecstasy of finding the answer.
　　 At that time, he also asked Mo Mengchen.
　　 "How much confidence do you have?"
　　 Then, the whole world was watching Mo Mengchen. At this moment, with his eyes closed, he cast the first of the two most critical free throws tonight.
　　Hollow into the basket!
　　 Silent!
　　 "Dor.Mo hit a penalty to equalize the score!!"
　　 thunderous sound, the roof of Auburn Mountain was almost overturned.
　　 The Lakers players looked at Mo Mengchen desperately, and even they did not believe that Mo Mengchen would miss the second penalty.
　　 All of this is a scam!
　　 From beginning to end, they were all covered in the drum by Dor.Mo!
　　The breath of Zen Master increased~EbookFREE.me~ He didn't believe, he didn't believe that Mo Mengchen had been patient until now, he didn't believe that he was trapped by Mo Mengchen from beginning to end.
　　 He doesn't believe it! He never believed it!
　　 Then, Mo Mengchen took the referee's ball without any adjustment and closed his eyes to throw the second penalty.
　　 "Uh!"
　　 Johnson and Smith shouted together: "Dor.Mo hits the second penalty that may kill the game!!!"
　　 97 to 96, with only 6 seconds left in the game, the Pistons overtake and the Lakers requested a timeout.
　　Mo Mengchen turned around, looking at the hill full of surprises, proudly and coldly said: "Of course it is 100%, stupid!"
　　The audience shouted for MVP. In the last 6 seconds, the Pistons guarded against the dead, and the Lakers who could not run the service tactics could only desperately deliver the ball to people other than OK for nothing.
　　 They no longer have any chance, accompanied by the mad bombing of "MVP" voice, OK until this game time came to an end, they didn't touch the ball again.
　　 Detroit won the game, defeated the Lakers 4-2, and successfully defended the championship!
　　PS: The pen of this chapter is buried a bit far away. For details, see chapter 612.
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