Mo Mengchen observed the Trail Blazers' defense line and could not see any problems.

Sabonis is enough to protect the territory, and with a group of defensive players, any team will have to pay a heavy price to fight with them.

"Pull it open!"

Momonchen emptied the corner and made room for Alan Houston to fight him one-on-one.

Houston was very surprised, but he hadn't played the ball in a long time.

If there was no accident...Mo Mengchen simulated a possible picture in his mind and then passed the ball out.

"It seems that you have been scared by me. It's great, it means you are not as ignorant as the legendary one." Strickland said lightly.

"Whatever you think is, trust me, it's all wrong."

Mo Mengchen's voice fell, and Houston passed Aaron McGee. The defensive method adopted by the opponent was to lock the line and put the bottom line. It seemed like a wrong approach, because every coach would ask the player to defend the bottom line.

McGee naturally knew this truth. Compared to the big truth, he believed in Sabonis's ability to defend himself more.

So, the King of China Investment thought he could completely blow up McGee's defense, but he didn't know that as soon as he took a step, he fell into the defensive trap of the Trail Blazers. He jumped into the air but could not take action. Looking back, Mo Mengchen had already run out of the open position with Thorpe's cover.

"Damn it, you plot against me!"

Houston passed the ball out in grief.

"I believe in you, CP." Mo Mengchen took the ball and made a three-pointer.

I believe that you will find someone to pass the ball after you meet Sabonis's assisted defense.

I firmly believe.

Mo Mengchen responded to Strickland with a three-pointer, and he had no intention of leaving: "Your defense is on the same level as me."

"I heard it right?" Strickland didn't expect Mo Mengchen to dare to spit trash at him. He always thought that his aura had scared the other party. Now it seems that he was very wrong.

As expected, the rumors are not fake, and this guy really doesn't know what respect is.

"I don't mind saying it again." Mo Mengchen said, "Your defense is on the same level as me."

As soon as Mo Mengchen left, Houston chased after him: "Rookie, how can you plot against me? I thought it was a one-on-one fight!"

"Do you think I could have expected them to set a trap for you to force you to pass the ball?" Mo Mengchen gave him a blank look. In fact, he was joking.

But Houston didn't hear it. Yes, he really thought Mo Mengchen had seen through the Trail Blazers' defensive arrangements. He knew it was a trap but still let him step in, in order to rely on his offense to restrain others' attention so that he could run out of the open space.

He really felt that all this was Mo Mengchen's arrangement.

But the other party denied it, which made him less sure

Is it really a coincidence?

Mo Mengchen made a joke, but Houston didn't understand, which made him very frustrated, so he had to admit it: "Yes, the assumption in your mind is the truth."

"You!" Houston was furious, "How could you treat me like this!"

There was no time to explain, because the furious Strickland had already brought the ball to the front.

"Do you know how the butcher kills pigs?" Strickland asked.

I only know how to dissect the body, are you interested?

Mo Mengchen did not answer, and Strickland was not interested in talking about him. His breakthrough ability is well known to the world. The accumulated number of assists in the top ten in history is not based on the master's level vision, but on the fatal breakthrough and keen sense of throwing the ball.

In the same direction, Strickland didn't even change direction, and relied on the first step to start speed, and still passed Mo Mengchen.

This time it's not that simple, stupid CP.

Hill had quietly approached the penalty area. Just as Strickland took a shot, Devil Mountain jumped and flew straight into the sky, knocking his layup to the floor.

Mo Mengchen picked up the floor ball and shouted: "Quick attack!"

"Give me to me!"

Houston yelled.

Mo Mengchen ran at full speed, in the frontcourt, he fought Houston 2-2. The Trail Blazers retreated very quickly, but he did not stop and landed in the position to fight, and suddenly gave an incredible artillery pass.

If Houston and Momonchen had not cooperated for so long, such a fierce pass would have been unable to catch it. He took the ball and beat him up. McGee had a step away from him, which was enough.

The king of central shots decisively pulled it up, McGee waved his hand and hit him. The former thrust shot.

When the ball entered, Dura led the audience to shout about beauty.

Houston, who was extremely excited, slapped Mo Mengchen hard.

"Let me see who fucking said I will only score in garbage time! I'm the best scorer in history!!" Houston yelled.

"Well, that doesn't hide the fact that you are the league's garbage time scoring champion." Mo Mengchen always poured cold water on Houston's top spot.

Whenever he did this, Houston would definitely go crazy and squirt a few words with him.

Compared to Houston who was thrown cold water, Strickland, who was hated by Hill, was even more angry. If this Duke bastard hadn't meddled with other people's business, he would have scored 5 points now.

"You're just a fucking piece of shit without help!" Strickland cursed.

Mo Mengchen smiled faintly; "A defender as bad as us must know how to use assisted defense. If everyone is as arrogant as you, I'm afraid we will usher in the end of the world before 2012."

"Who the hell do you think you're talking to? Fuck you Australian stinky!" Strickland was completely irritated.

A good defender can keep the game at his own pace.

Strickland can be said to be a good defender, but his mentality is completely exploded now. He can't tell what is good or bad. He just firmly believes that Mo Mengchen's defense is bad, and then he must beat him up and will not give up until he is beaten up.

He will continue to attack.

No surprise, this lunatic can no longer control himself, just like a drug addict.

When Mo Mengchen was defending, he made gestures with one hand behind his back, and his teammates made judgments through these gestures.

For example, now, if he judges that Strickland will continue to abandon his teammates and fight alone, he will give a reminder to prepare others because he really cannot defend against Strickland's breakthrough, which is nothing to admit.

Fortunately, this is a five-on-five game, but there are always some stupid CPs who suddenly think they are playing a one-on-one single-handed challenge.

For example, Strickland.

When Houston saw Mo Mengchen's gesture, he was thinking about how to help.

Although the rookie's mouth was very smelly, he couldn't watch his teammates get beaten up, and the rookie did... have a moment or two.

His judgment has never been wrong, no matter on or off the court, everything is very small.

"You are waiting to die, bastard, I will let you die miserably!"

Strickland slapped the ball hard, but he didn't know if the ball would be painful to be tortured by him like this?

Why do these people always involve death when squirting trash? Is there any new idea?

"Come on." Mo Mengchen said provocatively.

This sentence was the last fire to ignite the grassland. Strickland used a high-level crotch change at a speed in front of him. His stride was so big and his movements were so fast that Mo Mengchen felt distressed his knees. He didn't know that his knees were expensive when he was young, but he walked as slowly as a turtle when he was old.

Strickland was in a flash and instantly exploded Mo Mengchen's defense, and this was just the beginning, but it was almost over.

He rushed behind Mo Mengchen, but hit Houston.

The referee was already generous when he didn't blow the ball and hit the person, and his ball was off the ball after this impact.

"What a pig attack!"

The sarcasm words were spoken from the Pistons' No. 9. Strickland's eyes were inflamed, his teammates were depressed, and Sabonis was even more miserable. He didn't like running at first, and the team also strongly advocated slowing down the pace of the game. However, after Strickland did this, he kept going back and forth, but he didn't touch the ball and sweated dozens of grams.

During the fast attack, Mo Mengchen sent a free-kick to Hill, and the Devil Mountain Flying Sky Slashing Dunk.

10 to 5

At such a start, no one expected that a guard who was out of control could affect the game to this extent?

Trail Blazers coach P-J Carlesimo couldn't continue to tolerate Strickland's mischievousness, and he yelled: "Rod, if you still want to play, pass the ball well for me. If you don't want to play, get off. What the hell are you doing on the court just now?"

The furious coach is the most terrifying existence on the court.

Strickland was originally in a fight, but the head coach was so calm that he calmed down a lot when he lost his temper.

Why am I angry with this rookie? Without the help of my teammates, he is not my opponent at all. Why should I argue with him? It's so stupid!

OK, it's time for him to pass the ball.

Who would he pass it to? Mo Mengchen thought of the only person on the Trail Blazers who had scored points except Strickland.

Of course, he is the leader of the team in the Trail Blazers and the boss of the Iron Hoop Gang.

Moreover, walking on one side also seemed to create a one-on-one opportunity for Robinson.

There will be no mistake, it must be Robinson.

Mo Mengchen could not directly use gestures to tell his teammates who the tactical end point of the Trail Blazers was, but he could tell them to pay attention to that area.

Who is the person standing in that area, and the end point is who is.

Everyone noticed that Robinson was in a prominent position, which happened to be his hot zone. It wouldn't be such a coincidence, right?

It must be him!

Sabonis raised high-level positions to make high-quality cover, and it seemed that he was going to make a great attack on the weak side. In fact, Robinson was ready.

"Clifford!"

Strickland screamed after breaking through and threw the ball out with his left hand.

"No, no!"

Robinson shook his head hard, it was too late.

A Satanic hand stretched out from him and brought the racket that should have fallen into his palm forward. Then, the person who destroyed the pass chased after the fastest speed.

"Grant Hill steals the pass!"

"What a smart prediction!"

"No one can stop him, performance moment!"

Hill did not disappoint the fans, and ran to the frontcourt with a draw basket to the tomahawk dunk, which exacerbated the passion of the whole game.
Chapter completed!