Chapter 77: You are going to die!

"nailed it?"
　　Hill and Dumas looked eagerly.
　　Mo Mengchen really wanted to know if he did not get Ephraim, what is the relationship between these two?
　　 In fact, the relationship is great, Mo Mengchen was originally bad in temperament, so Hill and Dumas thought, if this guy gets nourished by love, will it become milder? Although it is extravagant, it is better than doing nothing.
　　 "It should be done." Mo Mengchen was not sure, he hadn't done it in a long time.
　　 "Yes!"
　　The two gave a high-five in front of Mo Mengchen's face, as if they had won the jackpot.
　　 These two people can really form a CP together, really a pair of genuine CP.
　　Mo Mengchen shook his head and walked off the field, Collins had to make the final arrangement.
　　 On the court, their opponents wore green jerseys that were good for their eyes, and they were powerful.
　　Mo Mengchen walked onto the field, and his opponent was Gary Peyton, the best defensive player in history.
　　On the achievements, Walter Frazer in the 1970s might be higher, but Payton is the one who owns DPOY.
　　 "I finally saw you bastard, I have heard a lot of news about you recently, but I want to die!" Payton screamed roughly.
　　Fuck you dead?
　　Mo Mengchen didn't know what kind of expression to face this sentence: "I regret your mother's experience."
　　 "Little nonsense, you crippled bastard!" Payton's face changed suddenly.
　　At this time, Mo Mengchen's teammate miraculously jumped to the ball.
　　 This is very rare. In this league, there are only a few centers that can lose to Terry Mills in the jump ball.
　　 The supersonic center has the same name as the best point guard in history. He is also called Elvin Johnson, but he has a seven-foot net height. It stands to reason that he should not lose to Mills.
　　 "Detroit's rookie, Dor. Mo, who has been gaining momentum recently, has controlled the ball for half time. We have heard many rumors about him, but in the face of Gary, he will suffer a big loss."
　　 "Poor fellow, let us pray for him."
　　 At the beginning of the game, Payton became a beast, as if a rabies patient who had a regular illness, gritted his teeth at the enemy, and he would die at any time.
　　 "Come on, you bastard, call me!"
　　Payton started to fight. His actions were a bit too vicious. This is not their home court. Such defensive actions are not accepted by the referee.
　　 "beep!"
　　 The whistle sounded before Mo Mengchen dropped the ball.
　　 "Do you think the referee can save you?" Payton sneered.
　　Payton’s defense is like a horror movie. It needs to be highlighted. If there is a ghost at the beginning to come to the camera to scare you, you will not feel fear.
It needs to take its time, from a little bit of weirdness, to a lot of anomalous events, sorrowful soundtracks, suddenly amplified sounds, and unsuccessful flashbacks... Only when the atmosphere is brought to one level will it make people Feeling scared.
　　Payton doesn't need to be like a horror movie for tens of minutes, he let Mo Mengchen know his style in the first defensive round of the opening.
　　 "Mo, if you can't pass the ball out," Hill said.
　　Hill serve outside the hill, Mo Mengchen leaned against Payton's body, suddenly released the confrontation, raised with one hand, wanted to catch the ball.
Payton has seen this catch for countless times-Mo Mengchen feels a black shadow behind him, he moves subconsciously, trying to block the man, but his body's reaction speed has not kept up with his consciousness for a moment In Kung Fu, the ball that was supposed to reach him was taken away by Payton.
　　 While grabbing the ball, Payton pushed him arbitrarily and took the ball to counterattack.
　　 "Mo..."
　　 Payton hit the first goal tonight with a counter-attack dunk.
"I wouldn't welcome you to the NBA. In my opinion, like you who have been scrapped many times, you should go to the hospital to do that kind of disgusting work. Basketball is not as easy as you think." Payton walked to Mo Mengchen Next to him, deliberately hit him.
　　 dealing with violence, Mo Mengchen's response is naturally violence.
　　Hill's ball just came out, Mo Mengchen rushed to Payton, and an "unintentional" elbow hit his face directly.
　　 "beep!"
　　The referee gave Mo Mengchen an offensive foul.
Peyton tasted the sweet and sour taste in a few seconds: "Ha ha ha~~ Are you angry? You stupid pig, I want you to be angry, what can you do? Someone will cheer for you? It's time to die, isn't it?"
　　Mo Mengchen had a good mood. He had just finished his confession. He could date Ephraim after the game, but unfortunately, he met a crazy dog ​​tonight.
　　 treats those crude words, he always chooses to ignore, but the words that Payton just said, just hit his heart.
　　 His face sank.
"Wow, are you really angry? Isn't it wrong to act as a doctor to hurt someone? What about your oath? Am I wrong?" Payton pressed close to Mo Mengchen's face, spitting trash talk Come out: "I have read your information, God must hate you idiot, so you will be alive, you behave so well, will anyone applaud you?"
　　 The moment when the garbage spoke, Peyton accelerated forward, exerting force on his upper body, and knocked off Mo Mengchen's body in one fell swoop.
　　 Mo Mengchen's eyes burst into scary blood. He has never run at such full speed. This is the first time his teammates have seen him run so fast.
　　Payton broke through him, but did not completely get rid of him. Such a defense is fully in place, but the physical qualities of the two are very different. Mo Mengchen wants to block Peyton, but he does not touch the ball.
　　 The basketball flies above the hoop and falls directly at the center of the hoop.
　　 "Uh!"
　　 "How can you do?"
　　 Some other voices appeared on the scene.
　　 That was a boo to Payton, because he was ravaging the new darling of Motor City.
　　 Hikoma looked disgusted.
　　 Anyway, his partner is a serious commentator. He is not as biased as he is. For this situation, he just said: "It can be seen that Gary has conducted a detailed study of Dor.Mo and he has completely targeted it."
　　 "Sister, Dr. Mo..." Adrian didn't understand the game yet, but at least he could see that Mo Mengchen had suffered a great loss.
　　Ephraim worried, not only can see the details of the game in the front row, but also hear their rubbish, especially Payton said every loudly, I hope everyone can hear it.
　　 "Asshole!" Ephraim stared angrily at Payton.
What's wrong with me?
　　Mo Mengchen grabbed the jersey and made a move he had never done before.
　　 He grabbed the jersey covered with bacteria and wiped the sweat on his face. This was a thing that Mo Mengchen used to do, and he also inherited this habit.
　　 I was actually irritated by him, it really shouldn't be.
calm down.
　　
　　 "Mo, how are you?" Houston asked.
　　 "I'm fine," Mo Mengchen said to him, "Pay attention to running position."
　　 Seeing Mo Mengchen as usual, Houston was slightly relieved.
　　Who can bear that kind of rubbish? I can't bear it... Houston thought, instead of him, he had already raised his fist.
　　Mo Mengchen had the ball before halftime, Payton came up to interfere, and the continued.
　　 His advancing speed did not decrease, he steadily took the ball to the front court, the top of the arc fell, and the piston's tactics began to run.
　　 As he was about to command the running position, Payton secretly called his teammates with gestures. It was when Mo Mengchen wanted to make space through the breakthrough, Harry Hawkins suddenly approached, and the hand he pulled out was bound to win the ball.
Mo Mengchen had already seen him and was preparing to use his body to make an intimate contact between their teammates. Payton was in trouble-his body ran up. There is no doubt that this is a foul but the referee did not blow. He hesitated.
　　Once hesitated, the time for foul play passed. Payton snatched Mo Mengchen's ball, lifted it with his right hand, and slammed it on Mo Mengchen's chest.
　　 This made Mo Mengchen seem to be knocked away as if he could not resist confrontation, and fought back again.
　　 6 to 0
　　 "Damn, that foul! ~" Collins shouted at the referee, "Can't you see the foul? He waved his elbow!"
　　Payton counterattacked and yelled at the chattering Collins: "Shut up, old waste!"
　　 "You idiot!" Collins sprayed against Payton on the sidelines.
　　 "Poor rookie~EbookFREE.me~ He is experiencing one of the most sad nights of his career."
　　Payton ran over with his words: "Are you useless and can only rely on the coach to help you?"
　　 "Mo, let me deal with him."
　　Hill wanted to change position with Mo Mengchen.
　　 "No, I will solve it myself." Mo Mengchen said.
　　 "Obviously, you can't solve him, because of you, we were beaten 6 to 0." Hill said.
　　Mo Mengchen retorted: "It's my reason, but I still have time to make up. You just need to leave the rest to me as usual."
　　 "He is a lunatic, you are not his opponent at all now!"
　　 "He is a lunatic?" Mo Mengchen smiled, his smile cold, "Me too."
　　 Hill knew that he could not persuade Mo Mengchen, he just wanted to confirm the determination of the other party, and now it seems that his will has not been depressed by the series of blows by Payton.
　　 depression? No, instead of saying so, it is better to say that he is now fighting vigorously...
　　 "Do you know? Don't offend anyone to offend the doctor, but you deeply offended me, I'm really sorry for your family."
　　Payton's words haven't had time to say, suddenly, Thorpe's cover stood.
　　Mo Mengchen exerted force under his feet, dragging the hardest and hardest part of his feet to hit Peyton's legs and the softest thigh, which is the most nervous system of the lower extremities. Mo Mengchen didn't exert much force, but Thorpe's position doubled his blow damage.
　　 "Ah~~~!"
　　Payton cried out sternly, Mo Mengchen had got rid of him, and succeeded in taking Hill's pass and layup.
　　 "It's too late to cry now," Mo Mengchen walked slowly to Payton, "You are still going to die!"