Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 244 Hall Maggio

1 minute ago, Fuge and Nalanja were still fighting Jiaqiu in the bar.

At the same time, on another street also near the station, Mista was hurrying back with a bucket of ice cream in his arms.

He also shoulders the mission of finding ice and returning to help Li Qing.

And Mista ran out alone for a kilometer outside the station. Although he couldn't find ice cubes, he found a dessert shop selling ice cream on the side of the road in time.

Ice cream also has the effect of lowering body temperature, which is the life-saving straw they urgently need now.

Time is pressing and no delays are allowed, and Mista has gradually gotten used to the life of going up and down, coming and going like the wind, and not being restricted by the world.

So, after seeing the ice cream in the store through the window, he broke open the door of the dessert shop without saying a word, then suddenly opened the counter under the astonished eyes of all the shop assistants, and picked up a bucket of ice cream. Ice cream turned and disappeared on the side of the street.

It may be that Mista robbed and borrowed too fiercely, and no one stopped him when he moved the ice cream.

He was also happy to save trouble, there was no words or conflicts during the whole moving process, and it ended smoothly in a few seconds.

Soon, Mista hurried out half a street with the bucket of ice cream in his arms.

The ice cream in the bucket was emitting bursts of sweet and greasy chill, which made him feel at ease while feeling chills in his body:

"It's almost there. There is still half a kilometer to go."

"I can go back with ice cream right away, and let everyone enter the station to rescue Li Qing."

With such urgency, Mista couldn't help but quietly speed up the pace under his feet.

But at this moment, there was a sudden rush of footsteps behind him.

Followed by a shout full of anger and emotion:

"stop!"

"You ice cream thief, stop!"

While speaking, a young man chased after him angrily.

"Huh? Is it the employee of that dessert shop?"

"Ah, what a hassle"

Mista frowned tightly, but her running movement did not slow down at all.

Running back to the train station is his first priority now, he doesn't have the time to deal with the dessert shop clerk who doesn't know when to catch up.

So instead of stopping to confront the owner, Mista ran faster and faster holding the lost property like a real thief.

"Bastard! You dirty sewer rat!"

"Don't even try to take the ice cream away!"

The man chasing after him did not retreat in the face of difficulties as Mista expected.

He was even chasing faster and faster amidst that angry roar, and soon approached not far behind Mista.

Hearing the clearer and closer footsteps behind him, Mista finally couldn't run away with peace of mind:
"It's just a bucket of ice cream, why work so hard?"

"I've never encountered such a dead-brained person before"

"Oh, by the way, I was in a hurry to get the ice cream just now, and I forgot to follow the procedure."

It suddenly occurred to Mista that he had indeed skipped some key steps when borrowing supplies just now, and had not used reasonable means of communication to appease the owner's emotions.

Thinking of this, it would be a waste of time as soon as possible, but in order to save unnecessary trouble, he stopped as the chaser wished.

"I advise you not to chase."

"Life is at stake, I really need this ice cream urgently."

Shaking the revolver that he forgot to take out in the store just now, Mista persuaded him solemnly.

After seeing such a persuasive device, the average person will not continue to pester for a bucket of ice cream.

But what caught Mista by surprise was that what he met this time was not an ordinary person, but a fool:

"Gun? Who are you scaring!"

"If you have the guts, kill me - kill me, come on!"

That man came up to face Mista's gun, cursing.

His face was reckless and strong, and his voice was full of anger. He really looked like a righteous citizen who refused to compromise with evil forces.

However, what is quite different from this temperament is that he has a dark blue cropped hair that looks very much like a prisoner, and he wears a pair of jet-black trousers and a bright red jacket. The upper and lower colors are very fashionable and dazzling.

In addition, the red shirt studded with rivets was still wide open in the cold early spring morning, revealing a very trendy strip-shaped hollow vest underneath.

The fabric was so cheap that it didn't have any warmth retention effect, nor could it completely block his eight-pack abs.

Just dress like this.
As soon as he showed his face, he knew that he was an old stand-in messenger.

But it's a pity that Mista, like other stand-in messengers in this world, has never had the ability to distinguish others' identities by their clothing.

Therefore, when the cropped man approached aggressively, Mista still only regarded him as a dessert shop clerk who had chased him all the way here to get back the lost property.

"Hey, don't come close!"

Mista shook the gun in his hand, trying to put on a fierce look to scare people away: "It's just a bucket of ice cream, do you want to die for this?!"

"Bah!" The inch-cut man's acting skills are very good.

He spat at Mista fiercely, and put on that stunned posture again:

"Little ghost. You don't even have hair, and you still want to rob someone with a gun like others?"

"Do you dare to shoot? No, do you know how to shoot?"

"I don't think you have any bullets in your gun!"

The short-haired man approached Mista step by step.

As he walked forward, he also confidently shouted at Mista in the tone of the owner:
"Stop scaring people"

"It is absolutely impossible for me to let you take this bucket of ice cream away!"

"You" Mista has a big head.

It is true that he did not bring any money with him, and it is not effective to scare people with a gun. Of course, it is absolutely impossible to solve the trouble by shooting a gun.

"I'll give you the money back, don't bother me anymore!"

Mista had no choice but to evade with words while moving back.

However, seeing him trying to run away, the inch-cut man chased him more and more closely:
"Give it back? Do you think I'm a fool?"

"Stop, stop for me!"

Using the identity of the owner of the angry owner as a cover, the short-haired man got closer and closer to Mista.

6 meters, 5 meters, 4 meters, 3 meters.
"Don't come here!"

Mista yelled loudly, and subconsciously squeezed the trigger with his finger:

"Get any closer and I'll shoot, really."

He finally faintly sensed something was wrong.

Because 2 meters is the attack range of most melee stand-ins.

Although the opponent's acting skills are flawless and flawless, as an ADC with long arms and a "fragile body", Mista instinctively does not want a stranger to approach him.

However, facing the black muzzle of the gun, the cropped man suddenly showed a sneer:

"Heh, are you finally willing to take it seriously?"

"It's too late!"

At this moment, he completely tore off his disguise as an ordinary citizen:

"It's really naive to worry about the lives of ordinary people at such a critical moment!"

"If you can be smarter and kill all the strangers who try to get close, I won't have this chance to attack you."

There was a sense of mockery and unwillingness in the words of the inch-headed man.

The slight unwillingness in that tone seemed to say:
The person who can defeat the invincible boss is really the same as described in the information, just this kind of guy with a woman's benevolence?
If I had known that these stand-ins with mediocre abilities and naive personalities could kill the boss, their assassination team should have had the courage to rebel earlier.

Fortunately, there is still a chance to make up for their previous over-caution:

"Little Feet!"

A humanoid double with a thin body and long fingernails that looked like a thin monkey suddenly appeared in front of Mista.

"Really an enemy?!"

Mista subconsciously wanted to shoot.

But the movements of that skinny humanoid stand-in were extremely sensitive.

It first raised its hand and knocked over the ice cream tub that Mista was holding tightly in his arms, and then cut Mista's palm instantly with its long and slender nails that were as sharp as a knife.

Mista let go of his hand in pain, and the ice cream bucket also emptied under this punch.

Blood spattered from the wound on his hand, and the ice cream that rose into the air also poured forward in mid-air.

The inch-cut man was sprinkled with ice cream all over his head and face, and the half-remained ice cream bucket fell to the ground like this, and rolled away several meters away.

"Haha."

"I told you, I will never let you take this bucket of ice cream away."

The inch-cut man licked the ice cream stained on the corner of his mouth, and his smile became more mocking.

"Damn."

Mista's face was extremely gloomy.

Looking at the ice cream spilled all over the floor, his eyes suddenly turned cold:

"Sexy Pistol!"

With a killing intent, Mista pulled the trigger instantly.

Bullets roared out.

However, in this short moment.
Under Mista's astonished gaze, the enemy in front of him disappeared.

(End of this chapter)