Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 248 Mouse Knight
At that moment of life and death, Holmaggio secretly calculated his possibility of survival.

He was almost standing on the edge of the drain, in front of the rats that were about to move.

It only takes those rats a single leap to snatch this delicious cream man back down the drain, perhaps in less than a second.

And from the time when Mista pulled the trigger and the bullet was ejected from the chamber, to when the "bullet knights" found that Hormagio had suddenly become smaller and temporarily adjusted the trajectory, and finally drove the bullet whose speed was greatly attenuated after turning and blasted towards him, the whole The process will take about 1 to 2 seconds.

In theory he did escape in time.

It's just that there are too many variables in this method:
Hormaggio needs to bet that Mista will aim for the head in order to kill him, rather than anticipating that he will shrink and aiming for the ground in advance.

He also needs to bet that those mice can't help but jump out to hunt immediately after they become smaller. He needs to bet that the mice will turn around and return to the sewer as soon as they pick up the "food". He needs to bet that the mouse will be gentler and gentler. Instead of crushing his head with one mouth.

The superposition of infinite variables made this escape a complete gamble.

The probability of winning this gamble is even slimmer than buying a lottery ticket, and the bet is Holmaggio's life.

But Hormaggio had no choice.

Instead of giving up thinking in the face of death like a weak person, it is better to bet your life on the chance of survival.

This is his basic quality as a stand-in messenger.

Fortunately, Holmaggio won the bet.

Just before the fourth bullet spun almost 90 degrees in the air, he managed to use the frosted body as bait to get a rat eager to eat to throw himself out of the near-death Jedi Pick up.

But for a brief moment, it's like a scene from some kind of horror movie
A shadow suddenly sprang out from the dark abyss cave, dragging the humans wandering around the cave entrance into the darkness instantly.

However, after falling into the darkness, Holmaggio will become safe instead:

"Mista does not have any sentience."

"On the ground, he can also determine the direction by observing the ants, and then let the stand-in parade in mid-air to find my position with the naked eye."

"But in this sewer, you can't see your fingers. Whether it's Mista or the sexy pistol, they can only rely on the naked eye to lock the target. It is absolutely impossible for them to fight in such a dark environment."

"Without that precise 'guidance' capability, the Sexy Pistol wouldn't be able to chase me down with bullets."

Hormaggio thought so calmly.

Just looking at the plain, relieved, and even faintly rejoicing expression, no one would believe that he is now being held in his mouth by a mouse as food.

The sharp rat fangs dug deeply into his shoulder, piercing Hormaggio through.

The mouse kept galloping in the dark and narrow drainpipe, and the two giant teeth firmly embedded in Hormaggio's shoulders vibrated violently between his flesh and bones.

Chisel, twist, grind, grind
Half of his shoulder quickly rotted into an indistinct mud.

The rat's dirty saliva was mixed with the overflowing blood, and the unspeakable stench alone was enough to suffocate.

The footsteps of rats in the darkness were as dense and frightening as rushing drumbeats, and the manic rat chirping stimulated by the smell of icing sugar and blood was even more frightening.

But Hormaggio is still patient, still suffering.

Because he knew that the gamble was not completely over yet, and he was not completely safe yet.

But the danger came not from Mista, who had lost his target and could not pursue, but from the rats who had just saved his life.

The mice took his "creamman stick" into the drainpipe, but the space in the drainpipe was too narrow.

He couldn't get much bigger here, otherwise he would be squeezed into a pulp by the narrow pipe.

So Holmaggio could only wait patiently, or pray:

He had to pray that the rats would be patient and lead him back to the wide open sewer instead of just stopping to eat in this narrow drainpipe.

In this way, Holmaggio endured the pain of flesh and bones being torn apart, betting his last life
Tenacious, but fortunately survived.

The mice didn't crowd into the narrow drainage pipe to eat. They took the delicious and tempting food in their mouths, made two turns with ease, and ran back to the main sewer connected to the drainage pipe in a few seconds.

Arriving at the main sewer, a strong, disgusting, and unpleasant stench hits the face.

The terrible smell of mixed waste and excrement made people feel dizzy and nauseous after smelling it.

But now, Holmaggio seemed to be reborn, taking a few deep breaths of the thick and greasy air without hesitation.

Because no matter what the taste is here, at least the space is much wider.

As the main sewer for treating urban domestic sewage, the ceiling here is as high as a person, and the floor is as wide as two meters.

On one side of the ground was a ditch with a lot of foul-smelling sewage, and on the other side was a narrow road platform specially built with cement for inspection and maintenance personnel to walk on.

Although the rats are dirty, of course they don't like to eat feces very much.

So fortunately, Holmaggio was taken directly to the relatively clean narrow concrete road by a leap of the mouse, and did not experience the terrible feeling of diving into the dung river.

"It's safe."

Hormagio breathed a long sigh of relief.

And those mice finally brought the food back to their "restaurant", and their emotions began to become more enthusiastic and intolerable.

The mouse holding Hormaggio didn't seem to have any intention of sharing the food with its companions. It had just landed safely with Hormaggio, and opened its bloody mouth to swallow the food whole. .

"Sorry, you're useless."

Holmaggio said goodbye to his savior in his heart:
"Little Feet, let me change back!"

The moment the mouse opened its mouth to swallow, Holmaggio's figure suddenly swelled more than ten times.

He changed back to his original form in an instant.

And the mouse that was firmly biting Holmaggio's shoulder with its mouth, after the food in its mouth suddenly swelled dozens of times, its appearance was so tragic that it was indescribable.

The headless mouse body was thrown out like this.

Hormaggio slumped on the ground against the wall of the sewer.

And the other mice didn't seem to care about the strange death of their companions at all.

They surrounded Hormaggio tightly, sniffing the smell of cream that had become tens of times stronger after being enlarged, drooling and grinding their teeth.

The small heads of these mice couldn't figure out why their food was getting bigger. They could only greedily wait and see in the aroma of the food, and lingered because they were afraid of Hormaggio's enlarged size.

Of course, Holmaggio didn't care about these rats who wanted to eat candy but couldn't kill them.

After obtaining complete security guarantee, he immediately concentrated on analyzing the current situation.

The first thing you need to confirm is naturally your physical condition:

One leg was shot in the knee, half of the shoulder was bitten off, and one arm was crippled.

For the stand-in messenger, such damage is actually not too severe.

After all, he still has one leg to walk and one arm to use, so he can continue to fight.

Unfortunately, the situation is different now - he wants to fight, but the enemy will not be so stupid to accompany him.

"Damn it. Why did it hurt the knee!"

"Now I'm walking with a limp, if Mista wants to escape, I can't stop him at all!"

Hormaggio realized that he had lost the ability to stop the enemy.

He couldn't help feeling remorse for his slack, and feeling helpless for the downturn of the battle situation:

The power of Mista's bullets had actually shrunk considerably.

If he could hide for a while longer, maybe a dozen seconds longer, Mista would definitely shrink further, to the point where he was almost no threat to him.

But Holmaggio not only failed to hide, but was also very unfortunate that Mista took advantage of his little time left and was still capable of killing, and damaged his knee with two shots in a row.

"The Mista must have shrunk to the point of no threat now."

"But I can only sit in the sewer with one injured leg, watching the target I am responsible for escape!"

"Damn. Damn!"

Holmaggio gritted his teeth, but he hated himself in his heart.

But no matter how much he blamed himself and how unwilling he was, he could not change the current situation of his leg injury.

He has to rely on the mouse to help him even escape. Can he climb back to the ground to catch up with the enemy in such a mess?

"Wait. Mouse?"

Holmaggio suddenly thought of something.

He's a strong fighter after all, not an inept coward.

Those negative emotions only lasted in my heart for two seconds, and Holmaggio, who had just been safe, immediately thought of a way to return to the battlefield
So, he couldn't help lowering his head, and in the darkness, he tried hard to observe the mice that were still drooling at him and those ice creams.

"By the way, the mouse's nose should be very powerful too, right?"

"Since you want to eat ice cream so much, you can't help but run after the taste, right?"

Hormaggio suddenly started talking to the restless rats.

While speaking, he staggered to his feet again, and cast his gaze towards the underground drain in front of him that was flowing with foul-smelling sewage.

The next second, under the puzzled eyes of the mice, Hormaggio suddenly jumped forward:
"Little feet, make me smaller!"

As his body reached mid-air, Holmaggio actually turned himself into a little one again.

Just like that, he jumped into the thick, greasy, turbid "chocolate river", and let the rushing water wash over his body vigorously.

When he immediately turned his head and went ashore again.
His body was already full of thick soup and full of juice, and the ice cream wrapped on his body was completely replaced by something else.

Smelling such a smell and seeing such a sight, the mice that were salivating at Hormagio immediately stopped drooling——

The teeth are all ground, so you give me this?
These manic predators instantly entered the sage mode, and even if Hormaggio stood in front of them without hiding, they would feel nothing but boredom.

"Haha."

Hormaggio laughed to himself.

He unceremoniously grabbed the fur on the back of a mouse, and then straddled it like a knight conquering a fierce horse:

"Come on, little mice, don't let me down."

"I don't have food for you here, if you want food."

"Go back to the ground and get it!"

(End of this chapter)