As Zhou Quan broke through with the ball, the smiling assassin on the right flank immediately moved quickly along the top of the arc to the left flank.

Jordan followed and ran to the top of the arc, and saw that Zhou Quan had already killed his left elbow, and after a little hesitation, he immediately changed direction and pounced.

He can chase Pippen behind Zhou Quan, and the substitute power forward Lewinston who defended inside, and the three of them formed a pinching trend against Zhou Quan in the left elbow area.

But in that case, the assassin would be empty, and it would likely be a pass from Zhou Quan.

However, according to all the current data, Zhou Quan's foresight is not good enough, and his observation of the vacancy behind him is not in place, and he rarely passes the ball behind him.

In other words, it is possible that the Assassin will not be able to get Zhou Quan's pass, because the next moment the Assassin will move behind Zhou Quan.

That's why he chose to go down to the trap, and the direction of his movement was between Zhou Quan and the Assassins, who had to engage in the pinching and cut off their passes.

But at this moment, just as the three-man attack was about to take shape, the perspective changed, and he took a step to the left, and Zhou Quan saw a passing route.

One step from the left, past the left midfield, he saw Rodman under the basket, and behind Rodman was an empty basket.

And the Bulls backup center Spencerkin, who is in the low post on the left wing, is moving the next moment, and he is likely to block that direct passage.

Instant stop, the right hand quickly pressed, bang, dribble under the crotch, and pull the ball up with the left hand.

The next moment, the left hand threw the ball violently.

"Whoosh!"

Like a scalpel, the basketball instantly passed through the gap between the Bulls' two interior benches, Spencer King and Livingston.

"What?"

The next moment, Spencer King took a step upward, and the direct passage disappeared, and he felt something fly by, but he didn't react.

And Rodman under the basket is preparing to grab the offensive rebound with all his might, and he grabs the rebound to observe the ball first, so as to predict the landing point, so he is highly focused and waiting for Zhou Quan to make a shot.

The next moment, he didn't see Zhou Quan jump out of his hand, but suddenly saw an orange-red basketball coming out of the crack.

"Smack!"

Instinctively, he put his hands together and jumped the ball, but fortunately he didn't jump high, and he immediately grabbed the ball a second time and held the ball with full attention.

All that's left is to jump easily, place the ball on top of the basket, and then the ball bounces outward, takes off a second time, and pushes the ball into the basket.

"How?"

Jordan was instantly shocked.

It was indeed a shock, because he was sure that the pass of Iron Fist was definitely not a frontal pass, so how did he see the passing route?

It's not a toss, it's a scalpel pass, the passer has to see the direct passage before he has a chance to pass, and he can't see how to pass?

"Beautiful!"

"Iron Fist's passing god is here! His vision is amazing! He's blindsided, isn't he? It is impossible for a normal person to see that route. ”

On the ESPN commentary seat, Howard shouted in surprise.

"No!"

Winston said with great certainty: "Imagination, the unparalleled spatial imagination, has this ability, and this is talent, a talent that data cannot reflect in the slightest, a vision that mortals cannot experience." Or rather, it is God's vision. ”

"Really?"

Howard was a little confused.

"No, I'm going to keep an eye on that rookie, he seems to be more of a threat now." Jordan secretly decided.

Next, he really went to keep an eye on Zhou Quan, and the assassin handed it over to Pippen.

The stalemate lasted for two minutes, and the two teams were tied at 44.

Then Mark Aguirre rose up and faced the Bulls' backup quarterback Bob Hanson, scoring two straight goals to give the Pistons a lead over the Bulls again.

Phil Jackson called a timeout and replaced the two main interior players, and the point guard replaced the BJ.

Before going on the court, he advised: "BJ, the Pistons will definitely stare at you, and your best way is to prevent shooting or not breaking through, if he breaks in, we will pinch him." If it's an iron fist hitting you, don't shoot and encourage him to shoot outside. ”

"Understood."

BJ is under a lot of pressure, because today's tactics are so passive, because in the No. 1 position, the advantage of Iron Fist is too great, and they can't defend it.

Phil Jackson said to Jordan again: "Michael, you can't change the defense, if you let someone else play BJ, it will be worse." ”

Jordan nodded, his No. 1 position was stared at, which made him very depressed, the configuration of the No. 1 position was originally average, and now when he encountered the monster Iron Fist, the disadvantage was even more obvious.

He has a concern, how to solve this problem after the playoffs?

The timeout ends, and the Pistons attack.

Receiving the ball in the backcourt, seeing BJ defending himself, Zhou Quan smiled, suddenly accelerated and rushed, and BJ, who was at most eighty kilograms, was hung up, and then fell behind.

He drove the ball straight into the front court, and BJ chased after him.

"Squeak!"

The top of the arc stopped suddenly, and the BJ behind couldn't brake, and rushed to the free throw line before stopping, and at this time, Zhou Quan had already calmly got up.

"Don't think!"

Throwing away the assassin with a single shot, Jordan had already pounced to make up for the defense, flying up from the right flank and blocking with his big hand.

"Not good!"

But the next moment, he knew that he was shaking, because Zhou Quan didn't get up.

Zhou Quan crouched down, and Jordan flew in front of him, only then did he pass the ball to the assassin on the right flank.

The assassin caught the ball and jumped up, shooting three-pointers, like the most cold-blooded assassin stabbing the sword in his hand at the target, without any hesitation.

"Brush!"

There was a splash and a three-point shot.

"Oh roar!"

The ball made the Auburn Hills Palace boil, and the Assassins fans were thrilled.

“25！ 25！ 25……”

They chanted the number in unison, and that was the time when the smiling assassins were at their highest, even overshadowing the moment of winning the championship.

The Bulls attacked, Jordan also shot a three-pointer, but missed, Rodman grabbed the rebound, and then passed to the Assassins.

The Assassin threw Jordan off with all his might, rushing under the basket and flying to the basket for a layup.

"Smack!"

But just then, Grant suddenly rushed down from the left side, flew to block, and slapped the ball cap.

At the same time, because he couldn't brake in the air, his bent right knee directly pushed the assassin into the air, and with a bang, the assassin fell to the floor and rolled on his side twice before stopping.

"Bastard! Bastard ......"

The Assassin felt unbearable pain in his body, and in his frenzy, he was so angry that he cursed.

"Oh! Hush! ”

The audience was immediately booed.

Seeing Mark Aguirre, whose face had changed drastically, rushed towards the assassin, Zhou Quan shouted at Jordan, "Michael Jordan, now it's your turn to be a bad boy." ”

Jordan also knew that Grant's blocking action just now was too big, but it was impossible for him to show weakness and admit defeat in front of Zhou Quan, so he immediately defended Grant: "Nonsense, he didn't mean it, it was a normal physical confrontation, a movement that conformed to the rules." ”

Zhou Quan smiled gently, but his eyes were cold.

A small point guard who flies from the side to block a layup, has no protection at all, and allows his body to collide with the assassin in the air, which is really no problem in terms of rules, and the normal body after the block.

However, the original defense of the Bad Boy Legion is also no problem in terms of rules, and if there is, the league will naturally punish it.

So, rules, let's take advantage of them.

There are loopholes in the law, let alone rules?

Bill Lambier is right when he says that I'm just hovering at the bottom of the rules and not breaking it.