Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 249 Mission
on the ground.

Seeing Hormaggio fleeing into the drain, Mista's expression was extremely complicated.

He didn't expect that his opponent could find a chance of life in such a desperate situation, and it was still in such a tragic way.

Isn't it afraid of being eaten by rats in the sewer?That is a way to die that is a hundred times more terrifying than being shot to death!

Mista couldn't help being shocked by Hormagio's ruthlessness.

And after a subconscious daze, he finally reacted suddenly:
"Damn. Don't run!"

Mista immediately pulled the trigger and fired two bullets in succession.

The No.6 and No.7 team members each controlled a bullet, followed the direction where Hormaggio disappeared, and crashed into the black drainage pipe.

When the bullet flew into the drain, in order not to hit the narrow pipe wall, it first had to make a full 90-degree turn.

Just this rough turning method is enough to consume most of the kinetic energy of the bullet.

But when the Sexy Pistol finally adjusted its trajectory, what greeted them was darkness.

"Mista, Mista!"

After a quick shuttle, the urgent shouts of the bullet knights echoed in Mista's mind:
"That guy's not in the drain, he's already in the sewer."

"The light in the sewer is too dark, we can't lock the target at all!"

"Is there no other way?"

There was a slight helplessness on Mista's face.

He knew that his self-aiming ability was actually relying on the "naked eye guidance" of the sexy pistol, as long as the environment was too dark, it would lose its effect.

At this time, Mista's stand-in villains began to remind him nervously in their minds:
"Mista, I, we have shrunk again!"

"If this continues, the bullet will completely lose its power!"

Mista's shrinkage will make the items on his body, as well as his avatar, shrink in proportion.

After the previous confusion, running away, stopping to observe, and shooting to attack, his body has shrunk to about half a meter, and the word dwarf is barely used on him.

Now if it is further reduced, the situation will become very bad.

At this time, if the enemy came out to fight him in any way, Mista might not even be able to come up with a way to hurt the opponent.

"Mista, run!"

"Hurry up and run out of that guy's ability, and we will be completely safe!"

"Ah."

Mista nodded emphatically.

While quickly reloading the empty revolver, he turned around and ran away with his legs stretched into the distance.

However, just as he took two steps, those legs stopped involuntarily.

"Hey!"

The impatient No.3 couldn't help urging in Mista's ear:

"Why stop? Run away!"

"Ice cream, I haven't got it yet."

Mista turned around abruptly.

He stared at the ground more than ten meters away, the half bucket of ice cream rolled to the ground.

Previously, he was only thinking about how to escape from the enemy's strange attack, but he didn't have time to think about the mission he carried on this trip:
"I've got to go back and get that half bucket of ice cream."

"Li Qing is still waiting for these ice creams to save his life!"

Mista suddenly said very seriously.

"Go back to pick up ice cream?"

As one of the rare stand-ins with self-awareness and a very distinct personality, No.3 is not particularly sympathetic to this idea:

"Mista, haven't you noticed that we are still shrinking?"

"Ice cream or something, let's get out of the enemy's range first, and come back to get it after we get bigger!"

Its advice is the safest and safest.

But Mista didn't agree.

Because besides his own safety, he is also thinking about the safety of his companions:
"Of course it's safe to run away first, but that would take a lot of time."

"But what we lack most now is time!"

The shooting range of the little feet is only 2 meters.

But the range refers to the distance that the substitute can move away from the main body, not the range of influence where the substitute's ability can take effect.

For example, in the "future" without Li Qing, Holmaggio fled into the sewer when fighting Naranja. The distance between the two sides was far more than 2 meters, but the shrinking state of Naranja was completely gone. get lifted.

Therefore, the range of influence of the ability is sometimes far greater than the range of the stand-in, and its specific size is still difficult to estimate.

This is like a wifi signal, the signal becomes weaker when you are far away, and the connection will naturally be interrupted.

And the signal connection range that allows the substitute ability to continue to take effect may be nearly a hundred meters or even hundreds of meters, and the distance is generally tens of meters.

Mista vaguely knew such common sense.

That's why he didn't want to accept the suggestion of running away first to protect himself:
"With such a long distance, when I run out and come back, I don't know how much time has been wasted."

"Li Qing is still trapped in the station—his high-flying guy should be trapped, the situation must be more serious than we imagined. And now that I have been attacked, other people's ice-seeking operations I’m afraid it might not go well.”

"Now that I spend an extra second on the road, Li Qing's life will be in more danger!"

Mista spoke her mind so firmly.

At the same time, he had already started to turn around and walked towards the surviving half bucket of ice cream more than ten meters away.

"Mista"

No.3 still hesitated to say something.

But Mista said confidently:
"Don't worry, this matter is not as dangerous as you think."

"Don't forget, that guy named Hormaggio has already had his knee disabled by my beating, and it's difficult for him to walk now."

"It's a short distance of more than ten meters, and it won't take me a few seconds to go back and get it."

"In such a short time, even if he knows I'm going back to get ice cream, how can I let a cripple go ahead of me?"

Hearing this, No.3 closed his mouth in relief.

Because it can see clearly that Mista's actions are not because of the safety of his companions, but the correct decision made after careful consideration:
He was right, Hormaggio was disabled now.

This guy had just escaped into the sewer in a state of embarrassment, and was bitten across the shoulder by a mouse.

Even if he is not dead, even if he can move, how can he survive in such a dark and narrow sewer with a broken leg faster than Mista who is running on the wide avenue?
By the time Hormagio limped to the ground with a limp, Mista probably had fled with the ice cream long ago.

Thinking about it carefully, the decision he made was actually very safe.

In this way, Mista tried his best to move his legs and ran to the rear quickly.

Soon, he ran the tens of meters safe and sound, and then bent down to pick up the half bucket of ice cream.

For Mista, whose body has shrunk severely, such an ice cream tub is so big that he almost needs to wrap his hands around it.

Fortunately, Mista has a strong body and a lot of strength. After shrinking down, holding the half bucket of ice cream can be regarded as walking like flying.

Everything went smoothly, without any danger.

The lame Holmaggio seemed to be rotting in the sewer just like that, without any movement at all.

So, Mista held onto the ice cream bucket and quickly turned around, and began to walk towards the train station.

However, before he ran two meters away, a strange sound sounded in front of him.

The voice came from the manhole in front of Mista:

Squeak, squeak, squeak.
From under the manhole cover there was such a chaotic rattling.

There was eagerness and eagerness in that voice, as if the whole family of mice had gathered under the manhole cover and waited for dinner.

"Rat? Oh"

"They probably smelled ice cream on the ground, so they all gathered here."

Mista quickly understood the reason for the appearance of these mice:
Rats like to eat sweets and have a very keen sense of smell.

And the half bucket of ice cream just now was spilled on the ground nearby, so it was only natural that the mice would gather under the manhole cover following the smell.

"and many more."

Mista's face suddenly changed:
"Mouse Ice Cream."

He suddenly discovered that he seemed to have missed something when calculating the opponent's movement ability.

And this omission may bring him very serious consequences.

That's what Mista was thinking.
The manhole cover in front of him was suddenly thrown open.

An arm exuding a pungent stench stretched out unexpectedly.

Mista couldn't react at all, and was caught by this big hand in an instant by a calf.

Then, he saw Hormaggio's ferocious face:
"Ha ha ha ha."

"I knew it, I knew you'd be back here for ice cream!"

"Because we are the same kind of people, the kind of men who want to complete the 'mission' no matter what!"

Hormagio pinched Mista's leg firmly:
"It's a pity, Mista"

"The one who is going to complete the mission now is me, Hormaggio!"

(End of this chapter)