On the 8th, the Pistons returned to Detroit.

The schedule was a bit unreasonable, and in the middle of the two away games, except for a few days, they had to return to Detroit first, which increased the team's flight distance.

On the 10th, the piston flew to Chicago.

The Bulls got off to a good start on the road, but lost by one point at home to Wilkins' Hawks in Game 2, Jordan scored 35 points but shot only 44.8% from the field, beating the Pacers at home the day before yesterday to avoid a losing streak, and the Bulls are now 2-1.

"We're going to win this one."

That night, the Pistons held a tactical meeting at the hotel, and Chuck Daley dropped the conversation as soon as it began.

He continued: "The Bulls' so-called iron triangle, Michael Jordan alone is difficult to defend, we can't predict his performance, but with our current main lineup, it is possible to withstand it."

They might have Pippen staring at Ulridge, but Pippen doesn't have the ability to explode and score, and even if he blows Ulrich's point, he won't be able to kill us.

So the Bulls must still be Jordan's main offense, Iron Fist, you and Joe deal with him together, I don't care if he gets 30+ or 40+, I just need you to reduce his offensive efficiency.

In short, I want to win this game, and I have to combine the inside and outside lines, and the iron fist is responsible for connecting the inside lines, and the whole line is blooming. ”

He is good at defense, and it is he who has brought up the league's current iron-blooded defensive style, but he also knows that the Pistons' defense is not as good as last season, so he can only strengthen the offense to solve the shortcomings of the defensive end and use more points to make up for the points lost on the defensive end, which is also a helpless move.

11th, race day.

Pistons: Ronnie Secali, Terry Mills, Orlando Ulrich, Joe Dumas, Zhou Quan

Bulls: Bill Carter White, Horres Grant, Scottie Pippen, Michael Jordan, B.J. Armstrong

At eight o'clock, the two sides announced their starting lineups.

The game was broadcast live by ESPN and narrated by Rock Howard and Larry Winston.

Howard said: "The Pistons are so pathetic, this game is their first national live broadcast, and it is still the Bulls. ”

Winston laughed, "So they have to thank Michael for giving them a chance to be exposed." ”

"Fuck you."

In the away locker room, the Assassin cursed as he stepped forward to turn off the TV.

He turned his head and stared at Zhou Quan and said loudly: "Iron Fist, we are going to blow them up today, they are nothing remarkable." ”

"Of course."

Zhou Quan nodded heavily.

The Assassins then led the bench out to warm up, leaving only five starters in the locker room.

Joe Dumas said: "The Bulls played three games, Michael Jordan averaged 29.3 points per game, and he didn't make a move, but he will definitely play this time, we have to be careful." ”

Zhou Quan nodded, he blushed a little when he thought of the Eastern Final series, which allowed Jordan to bombard his head with an average of 40+ data per game.

Of course, it wasn't all cut off on his head, he only played Jordan on the defensive end in the back, and the first few games were all defended by Joe Dumas.

But he is the boss, and assisting Jordan is also one of his tasks, so he has to carry this pot.

"Joe, I'll defend him today." He said.

"Okay."

Joe Dumas couldn't ask for it, he had guarded Jordan for so many years, and finally someone was willing to take over.

A few minutes later, Zhou Quan led the players to the players' tunnel and also met Jordan.

This time, both of them are in the same position, both are the finale.

"Flyer, you asked me to play baseball, why didn't you believe me? It won't be about 10 years from now, right? Zhou Quan asked.

Jordan was very upset, very upset, but he couldn't fight back, and the speed of chewing gum in his mouth immediately increased.

Zhou Quan smiled and continued to provoke: "Don't you dare?" Afraid of losing? Do you only dare to challenge others in what you are good at? In other words, only basketball is what you are good at, and you are an imbecile in other sports.

Remember, don't ask me to play baseball and golf or boxing in the future, you are not qualified to stand in front of me. ”

Jordan snorted angrily, but who made him really only good at basketball?

"Why don't you speak? Did I say yes? Zhou Quan continued.

Jordan was so angry that he said, "Boy, I just need to beat you on the basketball court, you won't be able to break into the East in your life." ”

"It's a pity, you don't count." Zhou Quan smiled and shook his head.

"Shh

The visitors came out and faced the sworn enemy of sworn enemies, and the Bulls fans booed the Pistons with earth-shattering boos.

“MJ！ MJ！ MJ……”

When Jordan came out, the crowd cheered.

In a conference room at a community college, a group of basketball team members huddled together to watch a game.

"It's a big scene."

Ma Jian was also among them, and when he saw this scene, he felt shocked.

Whether it was the scene of countless Bulls fans booing Zhou Quan or chanting MJ, he was shocked.

Not to mention that there is no such a big basketball hall in China, and there is not such a warm basketball atmosphere, not only is there no professional basketball, but also professional football, and sports have not yet begun to be professional.

United Center Arena, game begins.

Sekari and Cat White jump the ball, and the Bulls attack.

At the back, BJ advanced with the ball and Joe Dumas followed him.

Zhou Quan followed Jordan, and Jordan's trash talk came immediately: "Boy, how many points do you want me to bang on your head today?" ”

"You get the ball first." Zhou Quan smiled.

Jordan was stunned, and suddenly thought of the Eastern Conference finals series, Iron Fist officially played against him on the defensive end for the first time, he was indeed prevented from receiving the ball, and the Bulls also lost that game, and the final solution was to receive the ball in advance, and he attacked with the ball, and broke Zhou Quan with his personal ability.

"Ball!"

Thinking of this, he immediately reached out to BJ for the ball.

"Michael?"

On the sidelines, on the bench, Phil Jackson was stunned.

On the field, BJ did not hesitate and immediately passed the ball.

"Squeak!"

In the next moment of BJ's pass, the ball just shot, and Zhou Quan, who was ready, rushed forward with his left arm, and his big hand instantly cut into the passing line.

"Not good!"

Jordan was stunned.

"Smack!"

In the next moment, Zhou Quan successfully broke the ball and rushed past Jordan.

"Bastard!"

By the time Jordan started the pursuit, he had already dropped two steps, and with this chase, he found that he couldn't shorten the distance between him and Zhou Quan.

"He's a little bit faster than last season, I can't keep up with him with the ball, so I should be a little bit faster than me." He said secretly in his heart.

"Oops, broken ball!"

On the ESPN commentary seat, Winston exclaimed.

Zhou Quan hit the three-point line from the left wing and stretched out his head to look at Jordan's position, at least two meters.

In the next moment, he smashed into the box from his left elbow, took a step in, combined the ball, took off, switched the ball from his left hand to his right hand, and then received a tomahawk smash.

"Bang!"

Amid the violent sound of the baskets, the United Center fell silent in an instant.

"Oh roar!"

On the Pistons' bench, led by the Assassin and Rodman, they rose from their seats, waving their fists and cheering excitedly.

"Oh, the tomahawk is changing hands in the air and slashing hard, and Tekken's athleticism has improved a bit from last season." ESPN commentator Howard exclaimed.

"Shh

The boos at the United Center were late, but they came anyway.

"This bastard is getting stronger!"

Jordan stared at Zhou Quan, who was roaring excitedly, and his heart was vigilant.

"Old fellow, did you catch the ball?"

Zhou Quan shouted unceremoniously at Jordan.

"Bastard!"

Jordan was so angry that his eyes were even colder, and his whole body was full of murderous energy.

On the ESPN commentary seat, Howard exclaimed, "My God, it's the first time I've seen Iron Fist dunk like this, has he put on his wings?" ”

Winston was also full of shock, and said: "Michael didn't chase the close range just now, which means that his speed is faster, and being able to dunk like this means that he jumps higher and stays in the air better."

The media said he was training in Los Angeles all the offseason, and I think it's true, he didn't waste a day, and he's getting better and better when he gets into the league. ”

Howard said: "He hit Michael's head 20+10 in the East final, and now he is getting stronger and stronger, I don't know what he will do tonight, I have some expectations." ”

Winston smiled: "Anyway, he and Michael will play at their best tonight, this is a pair of mortal enemies, there is no possibility of keeping a hand." ”

Bulls attack.

"Whew!"

Phil Jackson got up from the bench, blew the hooligan whistle, and shouted, "Watch out for the backcourt press, pay attention to the answer." Michael, play tactically. ”

This time, Jordan and Pippen were in the backcourt and didn't let the Pistons find a chance to break the ball.

After crossing the halfway line, BJ pulled up to the left wing, gave the ball to Pippen and ran to the bottom left corner himself, taking Joe Dumas away.

Jordan ran down the right wing and then followed the baseline through the paint zone to the left wing low.

This is his low-post singles tactic, where his interior teammates help him block the pursuers and create open space for him, and if he doesn't block them, his interior teammates go to other positions and let him play singles in the low post.

As he passed the basket, Cartwhite and Grant didn't block Zhou because Zhou ran after him.

As soon as he reached the low post on the left wing, Zhou Quan chased after him, but he did not hesitate to ask Pippen for the ball, and after receiving the ball, he immediately started to play singles.

"Bang!"

He only arched backwards, then turned around and jumped and threw a backward jumper.

Zhou Quan's single defense has reached the top level of level 95, and his nerve reaction speed is also very fast, but even now his speed, agility, bounce and other athletic qualities have improved, and his touch height is also a lot higher, but he still didn't prevent this ball, and he jumped hard in time, and his hand only reached half of Jordan's right forearm, and he didn't even reach his wrist, which was a lot worse.

In fact, Jordan's leaning back was too great, and he distanced himself in the air.

"Brush!"

The water splashed and the two hits.

Jordan glanced at Zhou Quan disdainfully, and said secretly in his heart: "Boy, you practiced in the offseason, and I didn't rest, I have been training backward jumpers for the past few months, and I will use this hand to pinch you tonight." ”

Zhou Quan secretly said in his heart: "My core strength has also been strengthened now, and I can continue to strengthen it, I have no energy this season, and I will start to strengthen this kind of step-back jump shooting training next offseason." ”

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Zhou Quan advanced with the ball, and Jordan blocked in front.

"Oh, like Iron Fist, Jordan changed guards, they really carried it." On the ESPN commentary seat, Winston laughed.

After taking two steps forward, Zhou Quan's feet broke through and exerted force, and the 92-level acceleration stride passed, Jordan quickly retreated, but in the next moment, Zhou Quan turned around again, broke Jordan from the left side, and hit the left wing of the front court.

The continuous improvement of breakthrough technology has made his breakthrough have no shortcomings, and the worst cross-step body has reached level 86 in front of the direction, which is close to the first-class, so now his breakthrough ability is still very strong.

"Iron Fist broke Michael!" Howard shouted.

Jordan turned around and chased with all his might, but Zhou Quan did not slow down and went straight to the left wing.

Pippen made up for the defense on the three-point line, and Jordan blocked it from the inside, forming a pinch attack.

Zhou Quan was undaunted, broke through with one hand, and instantly burst through Pippen, sticking to the left sideline and smashing into the left wing from the outside.

However, as soon as he entered, Jordan had already made a detour and blocked in front of him in advance.

"Pippen again, but Michael catches up." On the ESPN commentary bench, Howard continued to shout.

But at this moment, Zhou Quan did not hesitate to confront, and after changing his direction downward, he accelerated his stride to break through, using his current acceleration to form enough impact and actively seek confrontation.

Jordan can only move one step down and use his body to block Zhou Quan, otherwise Zhou Quan will form a breakthrough with the ball on him again.

"Bang!"

Jordan was knocked to a stumbling stumble, and Zhou Quan slowed down slightly, and then killed him headlong.

"Oh, Michael was assaulted again?!" Howard said in surprise.

As Zhou Quan broke through with the ball, the Bulls' two interior lines could only shrink the basket, and Pippen, who had just been protruded, also ran towards the paint area.

Instead of getting to the basket, Sekari waited low on the left wing, in the open space, waiting for Zhou Quan's pass.

The three people on both sides of the basket, plus Pippen and Ulrich, who had just rushed in from the left elbow area, were overcrowded.

Zhou Quan entered the paint area from the left waist position, had already closed the ball, and suddenly grabbed the ball with his left hand and sent it to Secali's position and made a passing motion.

This time, it attracted everyone's attention, including Grant and Bitcarter under the basket, and their eyes immediately swept to Sekari's side.

"Not good!"

The next moment, they didn't see the ball passing, so they knew that they had been fooled, but when their eyes returned to Zhou Quan, Zhou Quan was already flying in the sky, and the shadow was already hanging over their heads.

"Bang!"

With the sound of the basket exploding, Zhou Quan crashed into Carter White's body, knocking him backwards in the right direction, and his legs rode on the opponent's neck, completing a standard humiliating riding buckle.

"Alas!"

Wails rang out at the Union Center, and countless fans took their eyes off Cartwhite and couldn't bear to see their center being dunked by a point guard.

"Oh roar!"

On the Pistons' bench, cheers rang out with excitement, and white towels waved non-stop.

"Iron Fist, just them!" The assassin roared excitedly.

"Oh, the point guard dunk center, it's cool!"

"The point guard blocks the center, it's incredible!"

"God, he single-handedly broke through the bull's defense!"

"Crossover maniacs are really strong!"

At this moment, through ESPN's national live broadcast, tens of millions of American fans have seen Zhou Quan's attack and left a deep impression on them.

United Center, at this time Zhou Quan fell to the ground, Carter White was lying under his crotch, he didn't care about the opponent under his crotch, he didn't look at it, he naturally walked forward and began to celebrate with his teammates.

Cartwhite blushed, but he didn't have the courage to get up and fight with Zhou Quan, and the others, including Jordan, didn't either, as if they hadn't seen it.

Sometimes, when you have the power of deterrence, your opponent will automatically ignore some of your actions that make him unhappy.

"Shh

Only Bulls fans, with boos, protested.

(End of chapter)