On the Bulls' side, backup center Scott Williams, plus the remaining four starters.

On the Pistons' side, the Assassins, who had only played a minute in the final quarter, came on the court again and took on all the starters.

The Pistons are still the same focused on locking Pippen and easily denying him the ball unless he pulls outside the three-point line to ask for the ball.

BJ advanced to the frontcourt, close to the top of the arc, and at this time, Grant and Jordan, who were pulled out, did a block, and suddenly cut inside, and Jordan cut outside the three-point line to ask for the ball.

Rodman and Joe Dumas didn't change their guards, and they still followed their own people, but they were both half a beat slower.

"Whoosh!"

The Assassin was on the left, BJ's pass to the right wing was open, and he passed the ball towards the ...... Right wing low post.

"Brush!"

Grant, who cut inside, received the ball into the paint area and threw it to Secali under the basket to hit a ball.

"Buzz ......"

Immediately the United Center burst into enthusiastic cheers.

"Defend! Defend! Watch your people, pay attention to the anti-blocking, pay attention to the opponent's in-cut ......" At this moment, Chuck Daley, who was on the sidelines, roared.

"Oh, at the critical moment, Grant cut it right, 100:96, and now the Bulls are four points away, so the Pistons have to be careful." Bill Wharton reminded.

The Pistons attacked, and the Assassins advanced with the ball.

The Bulls didn't dare to press in the backcourt, because the Pistons had three guards on the court, and once the backcourt was rushed, it would be a big problem.

The Assassin unhurriedly advanced to the front, approaching the top of the arc, when Zhou Quan ran over from the left flank.

"Pick-and-roll?"

followed Zhou Quan's Jordan to speculate secretly and was ready to prevent the dismantling.

It is indeed a pick-and-roll, and a pick-and-roll is the simplest and most useful tactic against defense.

When Zhou Quan ran two steps away from the Assassin, the Assassin suddenly passed the ball, then took a step in the direction of Jordan to block it, and Zhou Quan immediately dribbled past the Assassin after receiving the ball.

"Oops!"

Jordan and BJ were stunned at the same time.

At this time, they can only choose to change their defense.

But just when BJ wanted to follow Zhou Quan, Zhou Quan changed direction at the top of the arc, broke through him in one step, and entered the top of the arc.

"Burst in."

Seeing Zhou Quan kill the top of the arc, Sun Zhenping shouted excitedly, before his words fell, Zhou Quan had already killed the free throw line.

Scott Williams was pulled to the left waist position by Sekari, and at this time he couldn't care about Sekari anymore, and moved sideways continuously, trying to block Zhou Quan.

Grant, who was entangled with Rodman under the basket, was also engrossed, couldn't care about Rodman, and stared at Zhou Quan, who was holding the ball and killing with all his might.

In addition, Jordan, who was blocked by the assassin, also turned around and pounced.

At this moment, Sekari with two steps outside the left waist position, the assassin at the left position at the top of the arc, and Rodman on the right side of the basket all appeared vacant.

"Pass!"

At this moment, whether it was Bill Wharton, Lewis Williams, or Zhang Lili and Sun Zhenping, they all shouted.

However, Zhou Quan did not pass the ball.

The Assassin's empty space was useless, because Jordan was in the middle, he could only drop the ball and then give Jordan a chance to defend back.

Rodman's side didn't think about it, in case a big bug came to make a fuss, it would be troublesome.

Sekari can indeed pass on his side, if it weren't for such a critical moment, he would definitely pass, but at the last critical moment, it is better to believe in himself than to believe in Sekari.

He stepped forward with his feet to speed up, and then he stepped forward to move the slow Scott Williams, and then jumped up to meet Grant under the basket, grabbing the ball with his right hand and holding it high, making a gesture to dunk.

Grant immediately jumped and raised his hands in the air.

The next moment, Zhou Quan's right arm was deflected outward, letting go of Grant's left hand, and then the palm of his hand flipped over, turned the buckle into a gift, and with a light pick, the basketball flew to the basket.

At this moment, the noisy United Center has been silent, and countless fans on both sides have held their breath, only staring at the orange basketball.

"Brush!"

In the next moment, the basketball hollows into the basket.

"Oh!"

Two thousand away fans, a few people on the Pistons, and on the bench, all boiled instantly.

"Ahh

Zhou Quan, who scored this goal, kept waving his fists excitedly, and kept roaring at the assassins who rushed over.

"In! Scored! Zhou Quan scored a goal under pressure. It's 102:96 and the pressure is back on the Bulls' side. Zhang Cheng shouted excitedly.

Sun Zhenping laughed and said, "It's so beautiful! This is Zhou Quan's 37th score. There are 115 seconds left, and the difference is still 6 points. ”

Bulls attack.

On the right wing, a step within 45 degrees of the three-point line, Jordan asked for the ball with his back to Joe Dumas, BJ pulled to the right wing, passed the ball down, and ran to the bottom right corner.

At this time, the right wing is the strong side, so the Pistons' defensive formation moves to the right, and Zhou Quan on the left wing also reaches the left end of the free throw line.

At this time, Grant came up to do the block and stood on the left hand side of Joe Dumas, and Jordan immediately held the ball around Grant and broke through from the right side.

Rodman, who came out, immediately changed his guard and wanted to block Jordan.

At this moment, Zhou Quan quickly activated and pounced on the right flank.

He judged that Jordan's vision could not see him at this moment, because between him and Jordan, who was breaking through with the ball, there were three obstacles, Joe Dumars, Grant and Rodman, Jordan did not have his full-level panoramic vision, and his observation was not as good as him.

Jordan bypassed Grant and changed direction again to force Rodman.

On the confrontation, Rodman directly pasted up, Jordan elbowed, elbowed the tip of the former's chest, and then took the opportunity to assault Rodman again.

But just as he was getting around Rodman and getting ready to go for the paint, a Pistons player pounced, very fast.

"What?"

He didn't even have time to see who it was, only the number 1 on the opponent's chest, which was the jersey number of the person he hated the most, but how could Iron Fist be here?

In the next moment, Zhou Quan rushed past him and took his ball with him at the same time.

"Bastard!"

At the critical moment, the ball was broken, and at this moment, Jordan's eyes were split.

At this moment, the referee wanted to blow the whistle, but he didn't have a chance, because Zhou Quan didn't make contact with Jordan at all, the ball bounced off the floor, and it was copied by Zhou Quan before it fell into Jordan's hand.

"Oh? Oo......oo

On the three-point line, seeing Zhou Quan breaking the ball, Joe Dumas turned around quickly for the first time, and Grant's reaction was half a beat slower, and the speed was certainly not as good as Joe Dumas, and he soon fell behind.

"Joe!"

With a loud shout, Zhou Quan quickly played the ball and gave it to Jo Dumas.

Joe Dumas received the ball and stepped up quickly, crossed the halfway line, and went straight to the basket.

Jordan chased after him, but he was a few steps behind, and his eyes were bloody, but how could he catch up? He could only hope for Pippen.

Pippen came back from his left elbow, quicker than Grant, and first returned to the basket, and then Joe Dumas hit the left midfielder and made a pull-up jumper.

Pippen jumped up and capped, no hat arrived.

"Bang!"

But it missed, it was a little shorter, and the ball bounced off the basket.

The next moment, Jordan and Zhou Quan pounced at the same time, jumped at the same time, and stretched out their big hands to the basketball at the same time.

At this moment, Jordan's advantage was revealed, he was taller, had a longer arm span, jumped higher, and was nearly a foot taller than Zhou Quan.

"There it is."

Jordan was very excited when he saw that his right hand was about to catch the ball, but at this moment, a big hand came from below.

"Smack!"

The ball is spotted.

At this moment, Zhou Quan's precision strike ability was reflected.

The ball was lit up and bounced off the rebound, Pippen and Rodman jumped up at the same time to grab the ball, but no one grabbed it, and the ball was hit by Rodman and flew to the free throw line.

"Grant?"

Zhou Quan was withdrawing from the pile of people under the basket, just the afterglow, and the full-level panoramic vision instantly made him see Grant on the free throw line, and immediately turned around and pounced.

That's when Grant catches the ball and passes it to BJ.

After stepping forward, Zhou Quan struggled to leap forward, his right hand was a little bigger, and his precision striking ability was once again a chance to be presented.

"Smack!"

The basketball that Cobra Grant had just shot was stabbed in an instant.

"Oh!"

Lamentations rang out from the United Center.

On the ABC commentary bench, Bill Wharton roared excitedly: "Iron Fist sends a steal ......"

On the court, the players of both teams rushed to the front court of the Bulls, but Zhou Quan's fish jumped and stabbed the ball too hard, and the basketball rolled out of the bottom line.

"Beautiful! In the final moments, Iron Punch played top defense. Now there are 90 seconds left on the clock, the Bulls' possession, the baseline serve. Zhang said excitedly.

Pippen served from the baseline, and Jordan went straight to the front court from the middle to play a fast break.

Joe Dumas was in hot pursuit, but he wasn't Jordan's physical monster, and at this time his physical strength was gone, and he didn't keep up.

Behind him, Zhou Quan, who was in better physical condition, crossed Jo Dumas and chased after him.

After the baseline, Pippen held the ball with both hands, continuously moved to the right, dodged Rodman in front of him, and threw the ball to Jordan who rushed across the halfway line.

The basketball flew towards Jordan in a parabola, and Zhou Quan was only one step away from Jordan, and at this time the basketball began to decline.

"I can't reach it."

As he ran, he looked up at the ball, the ball was too high, and his full-level panoramic vision told him that even if he jumped with all his might, he would not have a chance to touch the ball, so he gave up the idea of breaking the ball and chased after Jordan with all his might.

Jordan also observed the ball while running, and then adjusted his pace, and the moment he received the ball, Zhou Quan, who was one step behind, took the opportunity to catch up from the right side.

Jordan caught the ball with both hands and found that Zhou Quan chased him to his side, so he immediately threw the ball forward, and then pushed his right elbow outward, trying to block Zhou Quan.

But at this moment, Zhou Quan suddenly made a leap forward, instantly overtaking Jordan, and pointed a little towards the basketball that was thrown with his left hand.

"Bu!"

The precision strike effect was presented again, and the finger poked the basketball.

“……”

At this moment, Jordan was really stunned.

"Oh!"

The Union Center erupted in a huge exclamation from Bulls fans.

"The ball is broken!"

At this moment, Zhang Li only felt that his nerves were tense, his hair was numb, and he couldn't help yelling, and his voice was seriously deformed.

Lewis Williams jumped in his seat excitedly and roared excitedly: "The tenth steal, Iron Fist made the first triple-double of his career playoffs, and it was a triple-double of points, assists, and steals." ”

Bang, Zhou Quan landed and slid forward, directly to the basket.

The basketball that he stabbed off rolled to the left wing, and Joe Dumas immediately pounced on him, while Jordan was too fast, rushed to the basket and made an emergency stop, and when he pounced again, Joe Dumas had already got the ball.

"Whoosh!"

Joe Dumas saw Jordan pounce on his side, immediately passed the ball and gave it to Zhou Quan.

At this moment, all players from both teams turned around and rushed to the front court of the Pistons again.

Zhou Quan did not advance quickly, but unhurriedly.

"It's beautiful! Zhou Quan jumped into the steal, the first time I saw it, haha! Zhang Li laughed excitedly.

On the ABC commentary bench, Bill Wharton exclaimed: "Iron Fist's steal is so exciting!" Normally this is only done when he saves the ball, but I didn't expect him to make a leaping tackle. ”

Williams said excitedly: "In particular, it is the first triple-double data of the playoffs consisting of points, assists, and steals, and 10 steals also broke the single-game steal record in the playoffs. ”

Bill Wharton once again exclaimed: "Iron Fist really deserves to be the double champion of assists and steals in the regular season, and only he can play such statistics." ”

At this time, Zhou Quan advanced to the left wing of the frontcourt, and when he reached the three-point line, Jordan had already changed.

"Jordan, your dream of a triple crown is doomed, I said." didn't spray trash talk for a whole time, and at the critical moment, Zhou Quan sacrificed trash talk.

The corners of Jordan's eyes jumped, and his steel teeth were about to crush.

"What?"

In the next moment, he saw Zhou Quan, who was one step away, suddenly jumping, and he didn't react because of trash talk.

At this moment, Zhou Quan's eyes that jumped up were extremely firm, and his full-level willpower made him full of confidence at this moment.

The next moment, with a flick of the wrist and a flick of five fingers, the basketball shot.

"Three points?!"

Zhang Li exclaimed.

"Brush!"

Jordan turned around and looked back, only to see that the orange basketball was hollow, like a knife stabbed him in the eye, making his eyes can't help but close.

"Oh roar!"

The moment the water splashed, the Pistons, the players on the court, the bench, the 2,000 Pistons fans, Detroit hundreds of kilometers away, and even far away on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, instantly turned into a boiling ocean.

"Hit! Hit! Hit! ”

Sun Zhenping jumped excitedly, and with a bang, the table in front of him was slammed by him.

"Hahaha...... 40 points, Zhou Quan's first playoffs single-game 40+. Zhang Li laughed excitedly, unable to help himself.

On the field, Zhou Quan was so excited that he waved his fists continuously and powerfully.

"At 105:96, the Pistons' lead reached 9 points, and with 61 seconds left, with Iron Fist's current super-explosive state, the Bulls' hopes of a comeback are getting smaller and smaller." Bill Wharton said.

"The bulls called a timeout, a long timeout, it was their last timeout. There was also a short timeout in the Pistons' hands. Williams said.

Bill Wharton suddenly laughed and said, "There's an interesting question, I'm curious to know now, gentlemen from ESPN, do you want to change the chances of the Bulls and Pistons winning the championship now?" You have 61 seconds left, and this is your last chance. ”

"Haha......"

Lewis Williams couldn't help but laugh.

"Huh...... Ooh...... Wow......"

Jordan sat down and gasped.

He was unwilling, unwilling to lose to Iron Fist, unwilling to lose to the Pistons, unwilling to lose the opportunity to win three consecutive championships, unwilling to just climb to the position of a super-giant in the first gear, and immediately fell down.

Phil Jackson took the tactical board and crouched down to say something, when Jordan suddenly grabbed the tactical board and slammed it on the floor.

With a bang, the Bulls bench was stunned, and Phil Jackson was stunned.

"Give me the ball."

Jordan spewed the words out between his teeth in an unmistakable tone.

Phil Jackson sighed and didn't pick up the tactical board, he stood up, stepped aside, and didn't say anything more.

For him, the series is over.

At the top of the Bulls bench, ABC TV's No. 3 camera filmed all this, and the on-site director immediately switched the camera and projected the scene directly on the hanging screen.

"Good guys, at the critical moment, the Bulls infighting, Jordan smashed Phil Jackson's tactical board, and now the Pistons' luck came." Bill Wharton said.

Williams shook his head and said: "Everyone says that Iron Fist is similar to assassins, but in fact, Michael Jordan and Iron Fist are also very similar, both have a strong desire to win, and they will never admit defeat." But Iron Fist is one thing different from Jordan in that he is more rational than Jordan. ”

On the CCTV commentary bench, Zhang Li said: "From the second timeout of the Bulls last time to this timeout, Michael Jordan did not score for one minute, while Zhou Quan played a strong defense, and his state at the last moment was breathtaking." ”

"I really hope that Zhou Quan can make it to the East Finals." Sun Zhenping said excitedly.

(End of chapter)