Chapter 594: Destruction Mode, the thoroughly dirty Pistons!

After the game.

The Pistons' locker room.

Led by Rasheed Wallace and Ben Wallace, not a single one of the Pistons players had packed up their clothes or luggage.

Not one person had gone back.

Everyone was extremely irritable.

The overly powerful Su Yan made them feel a deep sense of despair, and for a moment, no one knew what to do.

"How are we supposed to win?!"

Hamilton was at his wit's end.

"Uh..."

Billups thought for a moment and said optimistically, "Perhaps... once we return to our home court, we can bring out our true style.

And start our counterattack."

"I hope so."

Hamilton prayed in his heart; that was all he could do.

"Sigh..."

Prince let out a sigh, not feeling optimistic at all. "Su Yan is ridiculously strong; this isn't a problem that can be solved just by returning home.

On the defensive end.

We have already pushed ourselves to the limit against him, but it's still not enough, really not enough.

He is a monster, a monster we don't know how to deal with."

"Damn it."

Rasheed Wallace cursed under his breath.

He didn't refute, but his agitated mood made it clear that he also felt this guy Su Yan was incredibly difficult to handle.

Ben Wallace's expression was also extremely ugly.

To the side.

Coach Larry Brown also had his brows locked in a frown, unable to think of a way to stop Su Yan for the time being.

Silence.

The locker room fell silent, with an aura of despair radiating everywhere.

A short while later.

"Hoo..."

Ben Wallace took a deep breath, a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes, and said word by word, "Guys, if we want to win this series.

We must strangle Su Yan.

But we really can't stop Su Yan with ordinary defensive weapons, and our own offense can't keep up, so there's really no hope of winning.

Therefore... in order to lock down Su Yan, we must activate 'Destruction Mode' to destroy Su Yan and win the series."

"Destruction Mode?"

A sharp glint appeared in Rasheed Wallace's eyes. "Destroy Su Yan, huh? We've finally reached this point. I'm so looking forward to it!!!"

For the sake of victory, stopping at nothing, the Pistons were about to activate "Destruction" mode, and they became thoroughly dirty.

The next day.

9:00 PM.

The Lakers vs. Kings, Game 2 matchup arrived.

Although the Lakers won the last game, it wasn't easy, and there was no sense of absolute, invincible crushing power like in the previous two series.

It was clear to see.

The Kings were a tough nut to crack.

The Lakers couldn't afford to take this matchup lightly either.

Soon.

The game began.

Peja's strength was as powerful as ever; even with Kobe defending very seriously, there was nothing he could do.

Watching this series, Peja, who was also a shooting guard, kept suppressing Kobe, which was hard for Kobe to accept.

What to do?

The only way was to take more shots, shoot more, and attack more, until he played better than Peja.

Would it work?

It would.

But... the low, or even somewhat poor efficiency caused the Lakers to keep losing points, gradually falling into a crisis and facing defeat.

Fortunately.

O'Neal stood up once again.

Even though he had very few touches, his powerful interior dominance allowed him to protect the rim first and then go for second-chance points.

Or else.

The Kings would directly use the "Hack-a-Shaq" tactic on him, sending O'Neal to the free-throw line.

In short.

Even if he couldn't get the ball, O'Neal had many ways to help the Lakers score, getting as close as possible to the score and narrowing the gap.

Keeping the suspense of a Lakers comeback alive.

It's just that... Kobe's desire to win was too strong; he had to put up better stats than Peja and beat him in their head-to-head.

How?

High usage, many shots—Kobe finally managed to do it.

For the whole game.

Kobe put up 28 points, 5 rebounds, 5 assists, 3 steals, and 1 block, while Peja had 25 points, 6 rebounds, 4 assists, 1 steal, and 1 block.

In terms of data.

At a glance, Kobe won.

But the Lakers ultimately trailed by 11 points and lost the game.

"Why didn't you give me the ball when I successfully established position?!"

O'Neal was very dissatisfied after the game.

He found Kobe to complain, "No matter how much you dislike me, I hope that on such a critical Western Conference Finals stage.

You learn to exercise restraint.

Let's win the game and win the championship first."

"Oh."

Kobe responded somewhat disinterestedly, "I passed you the ball, but you didn't capitalize on it well; it seems you're better suited for grabbing rebounds and scoring on second-chance opportunities.

Besides.

Because you don't practice, your free throws are too terrible, which has completely become a point the opponent targets; we lose more than 6 points a game because of free throws.

That is fatal for us."

"Don't change the subject."

O'Neal curled his lip, "My free-throw problem has always existed, but that didn't stop me from creating the 'Purple and Gold Dynasty' and winning three consecutive Finals MVPs.

However.

If you compress my touches, I definitely won't be able to display my dominance; I hope you won't be so selfish."

"I didn't."

Kobe flatly denied it.

Although... he knew that in order to duel with Peja, he had taken some shots he shouldn't have, he didn't think much of it.

In his view.

The playoffs are a stage for superstars; if he didn't take some shots, even passing to teammates would be useless, so it was better to attack himself.

Right?