Incredible

"Bee-bee!"

Gentry quickly called for a timeout.

"Oh my god!"

"In the final seconds, Rose used a fake move, coupled with his unmatched speed, tore through the Suns' defense, a super fake shot off the backboard. This shot is too extreme! But this shot... it killed the game!"

Inside the Mexican National Sports TV studio,

Mario was excited, and Jose clenched his fists, gritting his teeth, "There's not much time left for the Suns, only 3.4 seconds. It seems the game is over. Tonight, Carlos scored 43 points, and it's difficult to secure a victory. The Bulls, leading in the Eastern Conference, are really strong!"

"3.4 seconds is indeed too little."

Mario kept shaking his head.

On the court...

After Rose made this shot, the arena quieted down. Suns fans weren't naive; everyone knew, everyone understood, everyone realized.

At this critical moment, completing this layup meant something, it meant... the Suns were going to lose.

"Yeah!"

"A quasi-buzzer-beater from Derrick, he finally used his unparalleled breakthrough to seal the game."

"Tonight is the night of 'the Rose'!!"

"Oh!"

Bulls fans had already started celebrating.

On the court...

On the Suns' bench,

Gentry looked serious, gesturing with a tactical board, saying, "Guys, we must stay calm at this time. 3.4 seconds, we still have one chance.

2 points behind...

As long as we score, at least we can tie. And Carlos, Curry, Nash, Carter, and even Frye, we all have the ability to shoot from the outside. So... stay calm, find a good opportunity. Let's score on this next possession and complete the comeback."

Gentry said in a resounding voice, full of confidence. However, the players were still low-spirited, no matter how you explained or encouraged.

3.4 seconds.

Still too short, almost no time to catch the ball, and with the defense, it's hard to say whether there will be a chance for a shot, let alone making the shot.

"Oh!"

"We will win!"

And at the moment of silence, Carlos was the first to step forward and respond.

Everyone was stunned.

This role was usually played by Dragic or Curry, but tonight it was Carlos, which was unexpected for everyone. However, seeing Carlos so serious,

everyone knew that Carlos wanted to win, and his desire to win was strong.

"Oh!"

"Coach, we will definitely win this possession."

Curry directly stepped forward to echo.

"That's right!"

"Yes..."

"We will definitely win this possession."

For a moment, everyone shouted. The previously depressed atmosphere on the bench instantly ignited, even though there were only 3.4 seconds left, everyone was full of fighting spirit.

"Well..."

Gentry nodded with relief, his gaze falling on Carlos again, nodding gently.

In fact...

For Carlos, winning the game was important, but winning the game, completing the system task, and getting rewards were crucial. Missing out tonight,

he didn't know how long he would have to wait.

"Bee-bee!"

Timeout ended...

Last 3.4 seconds, when led by Carlos, all the Suns players returned to the court, all the home fans stood up, even those fans who thought there was no hope also stood up.

Hoping for a miracle!

Carter returned to the court to make the inbound pass from the midline.

"Swoosh!"

Curry and Carlos positioned themselves for the catch, Nash and Frye provided screens, prioritizing getting the ball to these two, with Rose sticking closely to Curry.

Boozer and Luol Deng also closely followed Carlos.

Could they still make the inbound pass?

Seeing that a five-second violation was imminent, Carlos, who originally wanted to receive the ball at the arc, directly rushed out towards the outer circle, toward the midline direction, and Carter, seeing this, decisively passed the ball.

"Snap!"

Carlos, sprinting to the right arc, caught the ball when he was already two meters away from the three-point line, with Boozer and Luol Deng still chasing from behind.

Time was ticking away.

3.4 seconds.

2.7 seconds.

"Splash!"

As Carlos caught the ball, he smoothly rotated his body, took one step to the right—only one step, just enough to take one step—and then jumped high. Two meters outside the three-point line, he drifted horizontally during the jump.

"Splash!"

He released an incredibly long three-point shot.

"Step!"

Boozer and Luol Deng, the Bulls' formidable frontcourt duo, both leaped to block. However, Carlos was too high, making a shot during a lateral drift, making it difficult to block.

Impossible to block!

However... due to the urgent time, the hasty shot, some interference, coupled with the elegant shot during the lateral drift and the surpassing distance of two meters outside the three-point line.

Carlos' shot was extremely difficult!

"No way!"

"This ball definitely can't go in!"

"We won!"

From the moment Carlos released the shot, Bulls fans had already raised their hands, ready to cheer, prepared to celebrate the Bulls' victory. Meanwhile, Suns fans, each of them clenching their fists, had a serious expression. They also knew the shot was extremely difficult, but at this moment, all they could do was pray for a miracle.

Only by believing that Carlos could make this extremely difficult long-range three-pointer.

"Swish!"

The basketball was still spinning in the air, but the timer lit up, indicating that time had run out.

Carlos also stared at the basketball flying towards the basket, describing a strange parabola in the air. Then... then, under everyone's widened eyes.

"Swoosh!"

Piercing through the net...

The crisp sound of penetration echoed throughout the arena, telling everyone in the Talking Stick Resort Arena that Carlos made this incredibly long three-pointer, completing the reverse kill against the Bulls, against the Eastern Conference's first place!

Buzz!

Everyone was stunned.

Boom!

Then, the deafening cheers erupted like a tidal wave, sweeping the entire arena. It was like a bomb exploding in the ocean, instantly creating towering waves, as if it wanted to overturn the roof of the Talking Stick Resort Arena.

"He made it!"

"A super long-range buzzer-beating three-pointer!"

"Carlos hit the three, a reverse buzzer-beater against the Bulls, we won!"

"Boom!"

The cheers of the home fans were incessant. All Suns fans stood up in an instant, waving their arms frantically, enjoying the joy of the reverse buzzer-beater.

"Buzzer-beater!"

Curry shouted in excitement, rushing towards Carlos crazily. Not only him, but Nash, Carter, Frye, and all the players on the bench also rushed forward.

Everyone gathered around Carlos, enjoying the victory, reveling in Carlos's god-level performance in the reverse buzzer-beater!

"Oh my god!"

Inside the Mexican National Sports TV studio, Mario repeatedly shouted his excited catchphrase, unable to sit still, standing up and shouting loudly:

"Buzzer-beater! Carlos hit the three-pointer in the final seconds, completing a reverse buzzer-beater against the Bulls! Amazing, this shot is incredible!"

"Oh my goodness—"

Jose directly blurted out some dialect that nobody knew where it came from, his slightly reddened face filled with excitement. "Carlos, a center, actually performed such a heaven-defying long-range three-pointer buzzer-beater! Truly powerful!"