Rashid replaced Oku, Mirisic replaced Prince, and the little prince's defense was not much help for the Pistons, he was good at containing super swingmen like Kobe, Maddy, and Carter, and he was not effective at containing Artest on the inside.

In this way, Huaben was misplaced again and was put in the position of small forward, Brown's intention was very clear, Rashid came to play against O'Neal Jr., Huaben assisted in defense, and by the way, he nailed Artest.

Carlisle immediately confronted the old-timers with a new deployment, with Crohill being replaced and replaced by the league's No. 1 killer, Reggie Miller. Artest was freed from shooting guard and moved into small forward, allowing him to concentrate on playing against Waben.

Not only that, Carlisle also released another beast of Indiana, Al Harrington, who was later known as the double boss of boxing with Captain Jackson, and the tofu-like Foster was replaced. Looking at the lineups of the two sides in this way, except for Mirisic and Tinsley, the remaining eight people are tough guys who like muscle confrontation.

"Reggie, you met your successor, what lesson did you teach him today?" Harrington smiled lazily as he did the stretching, and despite his casual look, his eyes were fixed on Mirisic, who had just come on the court, which was his dish.

Miller is playing against Hamilton, and now the Mask Man is entering the peak of his career, and his ability to make a pull-up jump shot and run-and-catch shot makes him look a lot like Miller's shadow, and many people see him as the new helm of the Hitman League.

Walking up to Hamilton, Miller shrugged and said indifferently, "Successor? Al, who are you talking about? Why don't I see someone available to take my shift? I only saw a bunch of soft eggs dangling around the court, and I didn't even see people. ”

The masked man was expressionless, he glanced at Miller lightly, and didn't say anything, but his slightly trembling body was telling the people around him that he was serious.

"Old fellow, there is a saying in the East that it is easy to flash your tongue if you say too much, you can be careful, now you are old and toothless, if you lose your tongue again, it will be too miserable." Wabbon clenched his fists and warned him that he had to stand up for Hamilton.

Miller glanced at Hua Ben with interest, ignored his provocation, and said: "Boy, you are very funny, I can't figure you out more and more, compared to the last time we met, you guy has become a lot more, more and more like a bubble of shit." ”

"That's young shit, too, it's much better than old, smelly shit like you." Hua Ben shrugged, he refused to lose anything in the bickering.

Miller had a killer classic smile on his face, and he smiled, "Boy, looks like you're trying to go against me, huh?" Against Uncle Miller? I have to praise you for your courage, but unfortunately, no one who opposes me ends well. ”

"But these guys won the championship." Hua Ben also smiled, "It's an honor to have your blessing, Reggie, do you mean that I will win the championship like Michael (Jordan) and Kobe?" ”

As soon as he heard this, Miller's face was not very good-looking, the championship will always be a pain in his heart, but his sworn enemies have all taken this thing, not only Jordan and Kobe, but also Warburn's predecessor Assassin Thomas and the bad boys.

O'Neal Jr. served to Tinsley, and Miller closed his mouth and officially stepped onto the court. The moment Miller came on the field, just as he shut up, the audience suddenly erupted in a cheer that made the soul feel terrified:

"Reggie!" "Love for a lifetime!"

"Reggie!" "Love for a lifetime!"

"Reggie!" "Love for a lifetime!"

The two simple words were screamed out with life by the fans, and when Miller came on the court, all the fans stood up, including those who came to support the Pistons.

Miller, who is known throughout the league for his arrogance and ruthlessness, smiled shyly at this time, in Indiana, the son of basketball is not the former king Jordan, not the current team leader O'Neal Jr., in this ice and snow, fans love only one person, Reggie Miller, the loyal old guy who played for the Pacers for 17 seasons.

"Even Jordan didn't get such cheers." Billups muttered under his breath.

Wajben stood on the court, at the very heart of the sound wave, as if he was surrounded by a storm of sound, and his eardrums were almost torn apart. Is this the superstar effect? Is this what an old dog who is loyal to a team (in the United States, a dog is synonymous with loyalty, a compliment) should be treated?

Before I retire, I want my fans to cheer me on! Suddenly, Hua Ben remembered the scene when the Magic gave a speech at the All-Star Game, and there may be more fans cheering for the Magic, but it is definitely not as fanatical and sincere as Miller fans.

Tinsley passes the ball to O'Neal Jr., and in this way, the two top power forwards in the East begin to face off.

Little O'Neill struggled to bend back, the whole person was like a reverse strong bow, and Rashid, who had always been grinning, seemed to be a different person when he arrived on the court, his whole body muscles were tense, and he was carrying Little O'Neal's back waist.

Everyone thought that this would be a duel between the two heavenly kings on the inside, and everyone planned to stay out of it, but only one person did not.

Miller slowly ran towards the penalty area, Hamilton chased behind unhurriedly, O'Neal Jr. made various back hits to squeeze in, and at this moment, Miller, who ran into the penalty area, suddenly reversed around Harrington and ran wildly to the outside.

Hamilton knew he was going to do it at a glance, and he hurried after him, but was firmly blocked by Harrington.

At the same time that Miller shook off Hamilton, O'Neal Jr. suddenly threw the ball out of the penalty area, Miller stretched out his hand to receive the ball, and exited the three-point line.

He's also a half-shooter, so naturally he can get the answer from Miller's shots.

'Whew! The melodious sound of a basketball hitting the Nets was heard through the loudspeaker behind the rebound, and Miller added another stat to the number of three-pointers he created.

The fans cheered hoarsely, many of them middle-aged people who had entered their composure, and they cheered the loudest at this moment.

"Keep an eye on him, that's the most terrifying killer of the last era!" Brown roared.

The scariest killer? Hua Ben stared at the smiling Miller, and was noncommittal, according to the previous contact, the intelligence center prompted that Miller had the league's only magic level running projection skills, but he didn't believe how bad his master-level running and catching skills could be.

Unwilling to be robbed of all the aura of honor by Miller, Huaben began to run frequently in front of the inside and outside, Artest ran with him very hard, the two had a gap in speed and flexibility, and after making two counter-runs, Artest was thrown away by a step and a half.

This step and a half is the difference between whether the two points can be reached.

Hua Ben reached out and motioned for Billups to pass the ball, which he did, but as soon as the ball left his hand, a withered figure like an old wood stood in front of Hua himself.

Reggie Miller!

When Wabben started running to find gaps, no one understood the kid's intentions better than Miller, because he had been running like this for more than twenty years. When Artest slowed down, no one knew better than Miller where Wabeen's goal was, because he was catching tens of thousands of balls like that.

Stealing a pass from Billups, Miller didn't launch a fast break, even though that used to be one of the means of attack he relied on to make a name for himself, and he was old, and he couldn't run like a young man anymore.

Miller passed the ball to Artest and ran silently in the penalty area, he didn't bombard his opponents with words like he did when he was younger, and for the same reason, he was old enough to save the energy to speak.

Warben stood in front of Artest, jamming him so that he did not break through and shoot the gap, and at the same time, he also vigilantly told himself in his heart that he was careful to beware of the old guy who didn't seem to be able to move, he was dangerous.

Artest struggled to push two steps on his back but didn't get a chance, so he could only reluctantly pass the ball to Tinsley, and when he got the ball, Tinsley immediately threw it to O'Neal Jr., who only seemed to pass the ball to O'Neal Jr., perhaps this is why he can be the starting point of the Pacers.

O'Neal Jr. is a smart guy who played the ball to Harrington, and he believes that with Harrington's cleverness and toughness, he will definitely teach the rookie list a lesson.

Harrington got the ball and immediately shook off Artest to help defend, but the former did not go to beat Mirisic, but threw the ball out while everyone was staring at him.

Three feet from the left wing of the free throw line, Miller received the ball, jumped up the moment Hamilton chased him, ignored the opponent's big hand blocking his eyes, and confidently shot the ball.

"Whew", this crisp sound told everyone the result, Miller smiled and said: "Rookie, do you think I still count on my eyes when I project?" ”

Hamilton remained expressionless, and there was not a hint of frustration in his eyes, but a mixture of excitement.

Brown frowned and looked at Prince, there was no doubt that Prince was more reasonable to defend Miller, and perhaps the young and energetic little prince could even lock him up. However, he did not make a substitution in the end, not because he had confidence in Hamilton, but because the coach understood that every move of Miller in this game was a lesson to Hamilton, and no kind of learning could compare to personal experience.

"Use this game as tuition for Richard's growth." Brown said softly, and Oku and Prince heard the old man talking to himself, and the two looked at each other, and lowered their heads at the same time.

The Pistons' offense, Beamben didn't give Miller another chance, and he told Billups: "Pass me with a high lob ball, don't think about wasting time." ”

Wahben's bounce was far better than Artest, who was of the same height, and Mirisic made a cover, he threw off Artest and rushed to the baseline, O'Neal Jr. changed his defense to catch up, Miller was eyeing on the flank, Billups gritted his teeth and insisted on hoisting the ball to Waben, who had just gotten the gap.

After getting the ball, facing the gritted O'Neal Jr. and the calm Miller, Wahben jumped high quickly, and the ball crossed a rainbow in the air and plunged into the hoop.

"You are the best killer of the last era, I am this era." Huaben laughed, his expression proud and confident.