The Lakers players were silent, Malone slowly stood up, and said in a characteristic deep voice: "Phil, we can be companions, I will also leave the league next season, here, I have been here for a long time, my energy has been exhausted, besides, I should also go to spend time with my family." ”

The successive revelations made the Lakers players dizzy, and O'Neal shouted in anger: "Guys, what are you doing here? We are a team, a family! Why did you betray us? Carl, don't you still have a lot of energy? ”

Malone smiled bitterly, all my energy was dedicated to my beloved Utah Plateau, the words of the Zen master resonated with him, he began to look back on his career, there was the joy of winning the MVP, the pain of losing the finals, the anticipation before the start of the season, and the entertainment in the All-Star Game, but no matter what kind of feelings, he stayed in Salt Lake City, came to the beautiful city of Los Angeles, but his mood was never beautiful.

John (Stockton), I regret it, I should have followed your advice and retired together, why should I be so stubborn for the sake of a championship? Marlon stood in front of the locker like a wooden man, he had never been happy in Los Angeles, where there were so many beautiful women, and his happiness had long been left in the cold and strong Salt Lake City. It wasn't 11-time All-Star postman Malone who came to the Lakers, but a soulless six-foot-nine man.

Peyton lowered his head, and when Malone finished speaking, he suddenly stood up, walked up to O'Neal and said, "When I came to Los Angeles, I wanted to win the championship, Shaq, do you remember the promise you made to me last year?" He walked up to Kobe Bryant again, "We're all old, this is the only chance, Kobe, can you fulfill this wish of ours?" ”

O'Neal and Kobe Bryant fell silent, but eventually, they both nodded almost at the same time. Kobe Bryant stretched out his fist and said lightly: "Shaq, come on!" ”

O'Neill bumped into it and laughed, "My gas tank is always full!" ”

The Zen master calmly pushed open the door and walked out, this was the last gamble, and it was also a ruined boat.

Unlike in history, now in the face of the crisis that may be swept away, the OK combination is finally truly united, the Zen master has done what he has not done before, he has made the Lakers into an iron division at the most critical juncture, and the united F4 is unstoppable!

If they hadn't come across the enhanced version of the book, perhaps, F4 could indeed have created a miracle to win four in a row.

The Lakers are now in mourning, the Pistons are playing with momentum, and Huaben once again made a shocking pre-war mobilization in the locker room, and both teams collided with championship-aspiring teams.

Back on the pitch again, both sides noticed the changes in each other, rarely, neither of them spoke, and everything began in silence.

If you don't explode in silence, you die in silence.

The Lakers had the ball, O'Neal looked directly at Huaben, and the opening was about to reach the ball. Holding the ball, his center of gravity dropped slightly, like a tiger ready to hunt, and the ball was grasped by him with one hand, as if a fierce general was carrying a battle axe.

Wabbon stretched out his left arm to support O'Neal's shoulder, his eyes staring at the other with an indifferent expression, no one could guess what he was thinking.

"You're going to die a terrible death!" O'Neill sneered, twisted his shoulders and made a feint, but instead of retreating, he crossed his legs and stood firm, jamming the shark.

"Come on!" There's a beast roaring inside Huaben!

O'Neill didn't let him wait long, the feint didn't work, he flipped his shoulders outward, Kong Wu's powerful body made a 180-degree turn, and pushed his strong shoulders against Huaben's chest, brutally pushing in.

The Staples Center seems to have become an ancient Roman gladiatorial arena, where two men with prehistoric beasts of prehistoric bodies begin to wrestle in the most primitive way under the noses of tens of thousands of spectators.

Sideways against Waben, O'Neill's shoulder hit inward with full force, he leaned his whole body on Waben's body, his right hand slapped the ball vigorously, 'bang bang', his left leg stepped forward step by step, his right foot followed closely, and his calf muscles were like stones, rubbing against the floor to turn friction into attack.

The 'Teng' of the arteries in Waben's neck was agitated, as if a high-pressure pump was installed in his heart, and the big shark roared and pushed him out.

O'Neal is not a reckless man with only strength, his skills are also skillful and scary, five hits in a row, feeling that Huaben's strength is condensed to the upper body, he stuck Huaben with his left leg, strode with his right foot, slapped the ball past the defender, rushed to the basket and jumped up quickly, and sent the ball into the hoop.

The Sharks' ferocious and resolute attack ignited the enthusiasm of the fans in the Staples Arena, and the crowd was simply crazy, one by one as if they had been doped, brandishing the Shark's No. 32 jersey and shouting.

"Los Angeles is the eternal champion!"

"Eat that villain, Mr. Shark, open your big mouth!"

"Kill these bitches and let them know what to expect against the Lakers!"

O'Neill didn't dance the overlord step like before, he stared at Hua Ben coldly, gritted his teeth and said: "You have already gone to hell, now, it's too late to die!" ”

Peyton came up and punched O'Neal and exclaimed, "Well done, Shaq, just like this, you're capable of anything under the basket!" Teach these brats a lesson with your big ass and show them that the Grand Final is not something they can afford! ”

Kobe Bryant looked at O'Neal from afar, stuck out his thumb and nodded. This scene surprised the three famous mouths of TNT, and the magician said with some excitement: "I don't know what Phil did in the locker room, but he let Kobe and Shaq restore their rapport, God, it's so surprising, the Detroit people are in trouble now, the OK combination is irresistible!" ”

Barkley also had to admit: "Yes, the Pistons are going to be unlucky this time, although I look down on that fat man, but he is indeed a good player, not to mention that there is a very powerful No. 8 at this time!" ”

It turned out that these people underestimated the Pistons, Billups forced Fisher to rush to the basket, O'Neal came out to make up for the defense, Billups made a pass to Warben, scared Malone to rush to the basket to block Warben, but the ball flew into Rashid's hands.

Rashid made a decisive jumper and equalized again, 70:70!

The Lakers' attack was fast-paced, Kobe Bryant shot outside the three-point line, but unfortunately God didn't like to watch the long-range shooting contest, their luck ran out, the basketball smashed the board, Warburn crashed into O'Neal and grabbed the ball, Billups wanted to break fast, Kobe and Fisher were already standing in the front court.

Kobe Bryant missed the ball, O'Neal didn't blame anything, but clapped his hands vigorously and said: "Well done, seize the opportunity to attack their hoop, come like this, my brothers!" ”

The Pistons players were in position, Warburn reached for the ball around the free throw line, O'Neal didn't pull the defense so far, saw him get the ball, and hurriedly brought it up to defend him carefully.

Billups motioned for both Rashid and Mirisic to leave the interior, leaving room for Huaben to play singles. The greatest power of the fantasy dance is one-on-one, and Mirisic understands this, so he quickly withdraws.

Wabbon didn't use fantasy dance moves, he had fallen behind in the previous confrontation with O'Neal, and as the benchmark of the Pistons, he needed to earn that breath back, so he decided to go for it. He also pressed his shoulders against Pao'Neill, and with a muffled roar, he slammed into the line fiercely.

O'Neill has begun to go downhill, pure strength in his supremacy handed over to Hua Ben, he understands his disadvantage, as soon as he sees Hua Ben going to push back, he takes advantage of his impact to quickly take a little back half a step and spread his legs to stand firm, Hua Ben will not give him so much time to organize the defense, O'Neill retreats, he will take advantage of the trend to move forward!

Again and again, the impact was like a huge wave crashing against the reef, the huge wave became higher and higher, and the force became greater and greater, and the reef finally cracked, helplessly making way for the huge wave. Rushing out of the opportunity, Hua Ben let out a long roar and put away the ball with both hands, stepped past O'Neal's body, stood in the penalty area, bent his legs slightly, and his straight body flew up like a rocket into the sky, stuffing the ball into the hoop.

After the dunk, Wabbon turned around and looked at O'Neal fiercely, yelling, "Hell? Are you sure you're not wrong? Why do I feel like this is our paradise?! Where is Satan? Where are the fallen angels? Let them out, I'm going to fuck out these bitches! ”

Wolf howls rang out from the Pistons bench, and Pistons fans in front of the TV were howling wolves.

The Lakers' counterattack was very sharp, Kobe Bryant broke through the basket to attract Hamilton and Prince, passed the ball to Fisher, stood on the left wing outside the three-point line, Fisher made a strong and weak side transfer, gave the ball to Payton in the bottom corner, and shot sharply and accurately hit a long shot.

Billups dribbled the ball past half court, Prince came up to cover, Fisher scrambled back to prevent him from breaking through, only to be surprised by everyone's eyes, Billups jumped up from beyond the three-point line and shot the ball.

The basketball bounced off the hoop, Wajben and O'Neal were entangled, no one could help the other, neither of them could jump, Rashid and Malone seized the opportunity to fight, a blue shadow flew up from the side, Mirisic grabbed the ball flying on the hoop, smashed it down, and stuffed the ball into the hoop.

'It's nothing, we defended well.' Bryant roared and quickly retreated to the frontcourt, and O'Neal didn't give the ball to Payton or Xiaoyu when he served, but threw the ball to the front court with his arm.

Bryant was at the front, with an empty box in front of him, and to the sighs of the Pistons fans, he received the ball and rushed to the bottom of the basket in two steps, gliding into the air for an elegant and violent one-handed slam.

Billups served to Prince, the little prince himself ran down with the ball fast, and after half the court was a long pass, Mirisic and Waben made a tactical switch, the former resisted O'Neal, and the latter jumped up and bombed the hoop directly, a beautiful aerial relay.

The fans looked dumbfounded, Ross Barkley and Smith were talking about something they didn't know, their eyes glued to the pitch, "We can't pass up a second of chance because that tends to miss a good goal." Oh, and the two attacks didn't take ten seconds in total, and the Lakers and Pistons went crazy, guys, I swear I've never seen such a beautiful game. Barkley's words were a little upside down.

(To be continued)