M pressed the gun against Wang Yi's forehead again.
Wang Yi didn't care.
He held the ball in both hands.
Just as he did when he usually shot free throws, he looked completely relaxed.
Since he was far stronger than an ordinary person, he didn't need to use the same forceful motion as he did when taking a regular shot. He didn't need to generate power from his knees or his calves and transfer it through his body to his wrist.
He didn't need any of that.
All he had to do was raise his arm slightly and use his wrist to flick the ball away.
That was more consistent.
Sure enough, he gently raised his arm and lifted the ball.
His wrist flicked lightly.
The basketball, a little lighter than a regulation ball, spun through the air toward the hoop.
At that moment, everyone was holding their breath—the players on the court, Wang Yi and M, as well as the passengers and the other hijackers.
These five free throws would be the most important five shots of Wang Yi's life, more important than any free throw he had ever taken in the Finals.
At last, the ball flew toward the hoop beneath the blazing sun.
Thump!
Because it was a little lighter than a regulation ball, the ball traveled a bit farther than Wang Yi intended and struck the back of the rim.
It bounced back and forth between the front and back of the rim several times, then hit the backboard.
It bounced a few more times on the rim.
Each bounce nearly stopped the spectators' hearts.
In the end, the ball almost came to a stop on the rim. At last, it gently rolled into the hoop.
"Phew—"
Everyone at the scene let out a long breath,