Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 250 That Place
Hormagio struggled to lie down at the mouth of the sewer.

He used his good leg to firmly hook the ladder to make himself stand firm, and leaned the half of his rotten shoulder against the edge of the manhole cover to provide support for himself.

Blood gurgled out among the black and red indistinguishable dirt, and a suffocating stench slowly fermented in the air.

He looked extremely embarrassed, like those rats that had already been pickled in the sewer.

But even so, Holmaggio's free hand, the only intact hand, still firmly grasped Mista's calf at this moment, grasping the victory that belonged to him.

"Hormagio"

This strange name was finally imprinted in Mista's heart in such a profound way.

He finally realized how serious his previous mistakes were.

This mistake is not only because he missed the enemy's mobility, but also because he ignored the enemy's willpower.

Hormaggio was right, they were the same kind of people:

Men like them will never give up lightly before they complete their mission.

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

Holmaggio's roar was like thunder.

His hands gripped Mista's calf firmly like iron pliers.

Mista felt the heavy pressure from his legs, and at the same time smelled the sudden despair in the air.

He instinctively wanted to fight back.

But now his hands are still occupied by the big ice cream bucket, and it is difficult to react to the sudden attack, so that the shooting action is more than ten times slower than usual.

However, Holmaggio's shots were sharper and more decisive than him.

He knew that this might be his last chance, so he must not let up.

Without even giving him a chance to fight back, the moment he grabbed Mista's calf unexpectedly, Holmaggio began to push back suddenly, pulling Mista's body from the ground.

The current Mista is only more than 40 centimeters, and the overall figure is not as good as those well-developed one-year-old children.

Under Hormaggio's sudden exertion, he lost his center of gravity in an instant, and was immediately dragged into the air by a big hand without any resistance.

Immediately afterwards, Holmaggio swung his arm down heavily.
Mista immediately turned into a human-shaped meteor hammer, and smashed heavily to the ground on the other side with an extremely tragic gesture.

boom!
There was an unpleasant muffled sound when the hard cement collided with the soft flesh.

The bones of Mista's entire body trembled violently during the impact, and half of his body was ground to a bloody mess when it collided with the ground.

and worst of all
In this brutal impact, his revolver flew out of control.

"Oops!"

Mista's heart trembled suddenly in severe pain.

As an ADC, all his abilities are above this gun.

For him, no matter how much the power of the bullet is reduced, it is better than nothing. Without a gun, that is the real end of the road.

Mista tried hard to reach for the revolver that had been thrown flying, but Hormagio would not watch his enemy have a chance to re-arm.

Before Mista even had time to straighten his hand, another huge force suddenly came from the big hand that was firmly grasping his calf.

Unstoppable at all, powerless to struggle, Mista soared into the air again under this huge force.

He never had a chance to pick up his own gun.

But the enemy has a lot of strength to toss him.

In this way, it seems to be paying tribute to the classic picture of Hulk hanging and beating Loki.
Hormagio tightly held Mista's calf, crazily, irritablely, non-stop, slamming back and forth on the hard concrete floor.

Bang, bang, bang, bang.
It sounded like someone was beating a leaky drum with a sledgehammer.

The voice was low, dense, and creepy.

And amidst the continuous impact, Mista's body was already a bloody mess.

He felt every bone in his body howling.

The pain seeped into the flesh and blood with the impact, just like the tide coming from the coast, one wave after another.

This tragic image continued like this for a long, long time.

It has been so long that the perpetrator himself feels a little tingling in his scalp:

"Not dead yet?"

"I should have smashed dozens of times, right?"

Hormagio was shocked by Mista's vitality.

The one who swung the "hammer" was so tired that his arms were sore, but Mista, the "hammer" who was hit, was still panting.

Although shrinking in size can indeed greatly enhance a person's ability to withstand physical shocks, it's not so strong that they can't be killed after being smashed for a long time.

There is no doubt that this can only be due to Mista's strong physique and extraordinary talent.

"Let's die quickly"

"In this way, you will be freed sooner!"

Of course, Hormaggio would not show any extra mercy to the enemy.

Seeing that Mista's body was so resistant to beatings, he immediately increased his strength and frequency, and prepared to do his best to complete the execution.

"No. You will die if you continue like this!"

Mista struggled in pain.

He has lost the pistol he used to fight, and even his own freedom and life are in the hands of the enemy.

But even so, after the three-day journey, he unknowingly tempered the belief that he would never give up.

"one way or another"

"Survive first!"

That was the only thought left in Mista's mind.

But now it is almost impossible for him to do anything to Hormaggio, the only breakthrough can only appear on himself.

So, the moment it hit the ground next time
Mista tried hard to tense his body backwards, and pressed down his captured leg.

Of course, this kind of small movement can't break free from Hormaggio's shackles, but it can make his knee protrude as much as possible, so that it will be the first to contact the ground when it hits the ground.

In this way, almost all the force of the impact is borne by the knees.

That huge force was exerted on the relatively fragile knee joint, and Dang even knocked that knee to the point of being bloody and eroded, and the bones were broken.

Senbai's bones were smashed to pieces on the ground, leaving only the unrotten flesh and soft tendons still barely maintaining the apparent integrity of the stumped leg.

And Holmaggio is still undecided.

Now that he entered King Kong mode, he just wanted to smash the bug in his hand to death.

He didn't observe carefully at all, just as Mista's knee was crushed when he hit the ground, he immediately used a huge force to pull back upwards.

Seeing that Mista's body was about to rise into the air again.

But this time, he stretched out his hands suddenly while being dragged, and firmly grasped a small raised cement on the ground.

The hands in the front tightly grasped the cement block, and the calf in the back was dragged back violently under Hormaggio's tremendous force.

Just pull and pull.
The knee that had been shattered by the impact broke in response to the splash of blood.

It's like being pulled off a small section of spicy strips, and when you pull it off, you will always be stained with a shocking red oil.

What Holmaggio held in his hand was the severed limb that had been pulled out.

And Mista got rid of the shackles in such pain and regained his freedom.

However, his body broke free from Hormaggio's grip, and began to fall downwards uncontrollably.

Soon, Mista's body grazed Holmaggio's body tightly, and fell into the gap of the manhole cover under the action of gravity, and fell to the ground of the sewer.

"what?!"

Holmaggio was startled suddenly.

He immediately lowered his head to look for Mista's trace:

At this moment, Mista had fallen on the narrow concrete road of the sewer, and was struggling to support the remnant body with a broken leg, and staggered up while leaning on the wall.

Seeing this scene, Hormaggio, who was instinctively surprised just now, felt relieved:
"It's just a stubborn fight."

"Without a weapon, and broke his own leg trying to break free."

"Such an approach is nothing more than a mechanical implementation of the creed of 'never give up', and it has no other meaning except to make yourself live longer."

Although Holmaggio himself was shot in the knee and injured his shoulder, his condition is not very good.

However, compared to Mista, whose body had shrunk to such a degree, who was severely injured by impacts all over his body, and who also forcibly amputated one of his legs, Holmaggio still had an absolute advantage.

Especially the smashing blows that lasted for an unknown number of times before, that kind of damage is no joke.

Now Mista was covered in bruises and blood, and could only hold on to the wall with difficulty, propping up his only remaining leg, and jumping forward with difficulty with this short and broken body.

At this speed, he can't escape Hormaggio's pursuit no matter what.

"What a tenacious guy."

Hormagio sighed in a complicated tone.

He unhurriedly climbed down the ladder, and slowly stood up in the sewer.

At this time, Mista had just held on to the dirty sewer wall and escaped less than two meters away.

"give up."

"This time I will let you die a little easier."

Hormagio took a limping step forward.

This step was heard by Mista, and it sounded like a Tyrannosaurus rex was chasing after him.

"Damn it. Is there really no hope?"

Mista didn't stop moving forward, but there was a surge of despair in her heart that couldn't be restrained.

Because just like this dark and dirty sewer, he can't see the light at all:
Seriously wounded, without a pistol, he couldn't even escape the opponent.

So what else can he do now?
Mista questioned herself in her heart:

Do you have to fight back with your fists?
Impossible, my body has shrunk to almost the size of a baby, even if I am not injured, it is impossible to have any impact on the enemy.

Or, rely on your own stand-in sexy pistols?

That would be even more idiotic.

Mista's body has now shrunk to just over 30 centimeters, about 6 times smaller in height, and 216 times smaller in volume.

Under normal circumstances, the sexy pistols are only the size of a bullet. Now that the body has been reduced in proportion, they have shrunk even more like a small grain of sand.

If he wanted to use such little guys to kill people, he would have to make a big hole in his head, which was perfectly protected by the skull, and invite those little guys in to make trouble.

Otherwise, if the most vulnerable and important brain cannot be attacked.
Just such a small double that normal people can hardly distinguish with the naked eye, it is impossible to cause any effective damage to the enemy:
Attacking from the outside doesn't even count as scratching an itch, but attacking from the inside can at most produce the effect of a stomach piercing.

"How to do?"

"What am I supposed to do?"

Mista asked over and over again in her heart.

At the same time, he is also constantly moving forward - although he does not know where he can go, and he does not know how far he can go.

The road ahead was still dark, but Mista never slowed down.

Because he knew that if he just stopped like this, there would really be no possibility.

Just like that, in this darkness.
With the faint ray of sunlight leaking from the manhole cover, Mista could clearly see the narrow pipe exit on the wall not far ahead.

"That's...the drainpipe?"

Mista's eyes lit up.

He seemed to have found it, found a ray of light in this endless darkness:
"That place, as long as I can get there"

"I still have hope!"

(End of this chapter)