Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 245 Little Feet
There was nothing in front of Mista's eyes.

The short-haired man who was standing in front of him one second disappeared under the whistling sound of bullets being fired the next.

No.3 and No.5 in the sexy pistol shot out on the bullet that suddenly lost its target. First, they circled in mid-air several times like headless flies, and then flew away with a look of astonishment. return.

"Mista, the enemy is gone!"

"It's like a ghost."

The timid No.5 reported in Mista's ear in such a panic.

"Fool!"

No.3 rudely reprimanded his cranky companion:

"What ghost, this is obviously the enemy's substitute ability!"

"That short hair disappeared from our eyes in an instant, and his stand-in ability might be teleportation!"

"Teleport?"

Mista frowned slightly.

Although the enemy's sneak attack just cut his palm slightly, but the opponent's strange way of disappearing out of thin air made him instinctively aware of the crisis.

Hearing No.3's deduction now, he couldn't help but fell into deep thought:
"The enemy's ability is really teleportation?"

"If you don't have the convenient ability to teleport, then the opponent can move directly in front of you before, and there is no need to waste time and effort pretending to be an ordinary citizen."

"So, what is the enemy's double ability? Why can it disappear from us in an instant?"

There were too few clues, and Mista couldn't deduce any result.

He could only hold the pistol tightly, carefully guarding against the next wave of attacks that might happen at any time.

However, what makes people feel uneasy is that the enemy has been silent since he disappeared, and he seems to have no intention of reappearing and continuing to attack.

"Why don't you continue to attack?"

"Could it be that the purpose of the enemy's attack just now was to overturn that bucket of ice cream?"

"Or is it that the enemy's attack is actually over, and what has he done to me quietly?"

Mista faintly sensed something was wrong.

He couldn't help lowering his head, looking at the only trace left by the enemy on his body, the cut wound on his palm,
This injury was not serious, but a layer of flesh was cut shallowly by the skinny stand-in with his fingers, not even bleeding.

"The injury is not serious, and it doesn't seem to be poisonous."

"What does the enemy want?"

Mista was puzzled, but the voice talking to himself suddenly stopped.

Because he finally found out what the enemy did to him, what happened to him——

He got smaller.

His whole body has shrunk by one size, looking like a Russian matryoshka with a layer of shell peeled off.

The clothes on his body, the gun in his hand, and even the six stand-ins lingering around him all shrink in proportion to Mista's shrinking size.

He couldn't notice any changes just by looking at himself, but just now he inadvertently compared his palm with the ice cream bucket that fell on the ground, and he immediately discovered the problem on his body.

And Mista turned his head to look at the car parked by the side of the road:
I used to be a tall man of 1 meters, but now I stand up straight and my head is just level with the roof of a car with a height of about 79 meters.

"I'm getting smaller, and the process of getting smaller is still going on!"

A look of panic instinctively flashed across Mista's face.

The feeling of looking at my own reflection shrinking little by little from the car glass is really scalp-numbingly weird.

Now his figure has shrunk to look like an underdeveloped teenager, and he is still advancing towards the figure of an elementary school child at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Mista has no doubt that if this state continues, he may become an "ant" who can be manipulated by others because of this weird substitute attack.

If he stayed still in a daze, he would just sit and wait for death. He had to take action as soon as possible to fight back.

Thus, Mista began to think eagerly amid tension:
"Shrink, the enemy can make the object shrink, that is to say."

"That guy didn't disappear or teleport just now, but shrank himself and hid himself!"

At this moment, Mista finally saw through the secret of the enemy disappearing out of thin air just now.

But knowing the secret now seems to mean little.

Mista looked around and searched carefully, looking back and forth several times but did not find any trace of the enemy:
There was nothing on the ground, only a pool of ice cream spilled on the ground, a few unremarkable gravels, and seven or eight small ants that came out from the cracks in the ground.

"Oops. I'm not sentient at all."

"Even if I know that the enemy has shrunk and hid, I won't be able to find his real body in a while!"

Time is running out, and Mista's body is shrinking every minute.

It wasn't just him who shrank, but also the gun in his hand and the bullets in the gun.

He knew very well that if he continued to shrink like this, the revolver, which was his only means of attack, would soon lose its power due to its small size.

Now he has no time to waste, no time to rely on the naked eye to find traces one by one.

"In that case, I can only."

Unable to trace, unable to fight back, there is only one way left before Mista:
"run!"

Mista turned sharply.

He gritted his heart, gritted his teeth, and strode his short legs away.

When Mista turned and fled in desperation, the short-haired man, that is, Holmaggio from the assassination team, was resting leisurely in Mista's trouser pocket.

He turned his head and used the ability on himself immediately after cutting Mista's palm with the substitute "Little Foot".

Unlike other targets that need to shrink for a certain period of time, when Hormaggio uses his ability on himself, he can complete the entire shrinking process in an instant.

In this way, he first shrunk himself down to an inconspicuous finger-sized villain, and then took advantage of the chaos created by his "disappearing out of thin air", and quietly grabbed his trouser legs and climbed up into Mista's trouser pocket.

It was impossible for Mista to think that the enemy he was looking for had always been hidden in him.

And when Mista was at a loss and turned around and hurried away, Hormagio, who was hiding in his trousers pocket, laughed secretly:
"This brat, is he trying to escape the influence of my ability by widening the distance?"

"This is indeed a way, unfortunately."

The mysteries of sprinting can indeed break most of the stand-in abilities.

Because there are generally two situations in which the substitution ability takes effect:
One is a one-shot deal. Even if the target state is permanently changed after use, even if the body dies or leaves the range, the target affected by the ability will not be restored to its original state.

For example, Giorno's golden experience.

The other is a persistent skill, which needs to continuously affect the target after use. As long as you kill the main body or stay away from the substitute, the effect of the substitute can be released.

For example, Proxiet's heroic success.

And now, Mista should be able to see clearly:

His body is "gradually" shrinking, and this situation must require the enemy's double to "continuously" affect him.

In this way, as long as he can escape the range where the enemy's substitute ability can take effect, the shrinking effect on him will naturally be removed.

The idea is indeed feasible, and this is the only best choice for Mista now.

Unfortunately.
"No matter how far you run!"

"Now I am sticking to you like a bank's reminder text message, how can you escape the range of my "little feet"? "

Hormagio secretly laughed so complacently.

He had received Jiaqiu's request for help to chase and intercept Mista who was looking for ice, so he was a little worried at first.

Because Mistana's self-aiming ability was almost unsolvable from a long distance, Holmaggio was a little worried that he might not have a chance to get close at all.

But he never expected that the level he was most worried about and nervous was passed so lightly.

Mista is just as naive and immature as the intelligence said. Whenever he encounters ordinary citizens, he will hesitate and worry about accidentally injuring civilians. severe.

"How can a person in a high position have such a woman's benevolence?"

"The boss' inheritance, the power of the organization, and the specialty business worth hundreds of billions, you naive guys may not be able to bear it!"

Like his companions, Holmaggio's way of thinking has long been different from normal people.

Normal people are domestic animals raised by morality and rules, but they are predators who jump out of all restrictions.

Mista's naive performance made Holmaggio unknowingly underestimate this opponent, and now he does have the capital to relax—

After all, the most difficult level has passed, and the next battle should not be difficult at all:

"Mista's ability is only to manipulate bullets, he has no perception ability at all."

"When he discovers the truth slowly, then I won't have to hide it."

Hormaggio thought so in his heart.

Then, at this moment, Mista ran away about ten meters in vain.
Holmaggio suddenly felt that the "No. 11 bus" he was taking stopped suddenly.

"Why did he stop here?"

"Could it be that he can detect me so quickly? It shouldn't be!"

Hormaggio held back his breath carefully, for fear that Mista would find out if he moved too much.

And Mista didn't take any action at first, just lowered his head and looked at the ground carefully, not knowing what he was observing.

The air suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

This kind of silence made Holmaggio feel a little uneasy, and the over-relaxation caused by the excessive advantage just now was restrained instantly by him.

Finally, in his nervous eyes
Mista suddenly stretched out a hand and tentatively touched his two trouser pockets.

Nothing was touched in the first pocket.

He immediately reached for the second pocket.

"He really found out! Why?!"

Looking at the big hand slapping him, Holmaggio's expression changed dramatically.

PS: stand-in panel

Substitute name - "little feet"

Ontology - Holmaggio
Destructive power: D
Speed: B
Range distance: E
Sustainability: A
Movement precision: D
Growth: C
A skinny humanoid stand-in with long, sharp nails.

The target pierced by the avatar's index finger will gradually shrink and can be used on the main body.Shrinked objects can be instantly restored to their original size by actively disabling the ability.

　It’s still an update today. It’s still so stuck that I can’t feel it, and I can’t get the atmosphere. It’s written like a running account_

　　
　
(End of this chapter)