Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 251
Hormagio was on the verge of chasing his prey.

It might be two steps away, or one step away, and he could immediately crush Mista, who was fleeing in front of him, into meat paste.

However, at this moment, for some reason, Mista seemed to be back to the light, and the speed of jumping against the wall suddenly increased a lot.

"what?"

Hormaggio frowned tightly.

Mista's tenacious vitality made him think of cockroaches involuntarily.

Many times you feel that you are about to crush the cockroaches, but these unkillable things can suddenly drag your broken limbs and stumps far away.

This feeling is indeed very uncomfortable.

"You still have the strength to accelerate?"

"Did he hide his energy before, or did something stimulate his explosion?"

Following the direction in which Mista was fleeing, Holmaggio looked intently.

Soon, he saw Mista's destination:

"Drain? I see."

Holmaggio saw through the opponent's intention at a glance:

"Those drainage pipes have a narrow space, and they can't be drilled into if they don't get smaller."

"Mista's pocket size is an advantage there, and he can safely escape to other places through the drainage pipe."

"And if I get smaller and get into the pipeline to pursue, I will lose that advantage in size and strength in front of him."

"But. Huh"

"You don't seem to understand at all, Mista."

I don't know what to think of, and a sneer appeared on the corner of Hormaggio's mouth.

He didn't even quicken his pace to pursue, he just followed behind Mista leisurely.

Mista, on the other hand, jumped forward with all her strength, completely ignoring the blood flowing from her body.

Soon, he jumped to the drain with difficulty.

Mista began to climb up frantically, and soon got into the narrow drainage pipe.

However, I don't know what to think of.
Mista did not drill deep into the pipeline as Holmaggio imagined, but stopped at the mouth of the pipeline.

He turned around suddenly like this, and then bent down and lay on the edge of the pipe, looking like a frontline soldier lying down by the trench waiting for battle.

"Aren't you running away?"

Hormaggio asked with some surprise.

"Is it useful to run away?"

"The range of influence of your ability is at least tens of meters?"

"My current body is small and broken, so it is impossible to escape that far."

Mista sighed softly, but there was no despair in his tone:

"Besides, do you think I came here just to escape?"

"I'm here only for the pipe itself—"

"This pipe is made of iron, and the edge of this pipe... Phew. A 'giant' like you shouldn't be able to see it at all?"

"At the mouth of this pipe, there happens to be a small metal bump."

As he said that, lying down at the mouth of the pipe, he suddenly reached into his arms and groped for a while, and soon he found a little thing that was bright yellow and golden.

This is the pistol cartridge he carries with him.

But Holmaggio could only vaguely see Mista's movements, but couldn't clearly see what he took out.

No way, Mista has shrunk too much.

At this moment, the pistol bullets on his body, as well as his stand-in sexy pistol, have been reduced in proportion to small sand that is difficult for normal people to distinguish with the naked eye.

In this dim light, Hormaggio couldn't see clearly at all.

But Mista was afraid that his opponent would not know how he died, so he deliberately held up the tiny bullet in his hand and explained to Holmaggio in detail:

"Don't you understand yet?"

"The bullet doesn't have to be put into the pistol to be fired. Its primer can be detonated as long as it is hit by the firing pin."

"And now, the raised iron sheet at the mouth of the pipe can be used as a 'firing pin' to detonate the primer!"

"Detonate the primer?"

Hormaggio was slightly taken aback when he heard that:
What's the use of just detonating the primer?

Without the ballistic stability and airtight acceleration endowed by the barrel of a pistol, how powerful is it to explode a bullet out of thin air?
Isn't this just setting off a firecracker?

In addition to hearing a sound and seeing the ignition, there is nothing at all.
"Wait. Fire? Could it be?"

A very bad thought suddenly came to Holmaggio's mind.

And Mista seemed to have captured the emotional change at this moment, and he immediately said in a hot tone:

"You should be able to smell it?"

"There is a strong smell of marsh gas accumulated in this sewer!"

"As you follow me here, the farther you are from the gas outlet of the manhole cover, the stronger the smell will be!"

"Now. Haha, as long as I detonate this bullet and ignite a flame."

Mista tightly clenched the bullet in his hand and shouted loudly:
"You and I will both die in this flame!"

"what?!"

Holmaggio's complexion changed slightly:
It turned out that Mista's purpose was not to escape at all, but to die with him!
This is the main sewer that has collected a large amount of domestic sewage. The stench inside is suffocating, and the smell of the swamp gas is indeed very strong.

Of course, judging by the nose alone, it is hard to say whether the methane gas can reach the concentration to be detonated.

But if the biogas here can really reach a concentration that can be detonated, if Mista fires up a little more, then Holmaggio, who was supposed to win the opponent completely, will really capsize in the gutter.

"What a dangerous tactic."

"Being able to find an opportunity in this situation, it seems that my original evaluation of you is still low."

Holmaggio admired Mista's wit and determination.

But there was no panic in his tone.

"It's a pity, Mista."

"You just want to find a chance to die with me in a desperate situation, but you forgot. No, you didn't understand at all."

"My stand-in ability!"

Hormagio stared at Mista closely.

At this moment, Mista was lying down at the mouth of the pipe, holding the bullet high in one hand, and was pounding heavily on the metal pipe below.

Once it falls, Hormaggio's life will be decided by God.

But Holmaggio didn't intend to give Mista this chance:
"It takes me a long time to make things smaller, but it takes me a second to bring them back to size!"

"This is true not only for me, but also for you!"

"And now, let's see. Where have you been, Mista?"

"Can such a narrow pipe mouth fit your huge body after it has grown?"

"A place like the drainpipe is easily 'full'!"

Hormaggio's voice echoed in the darkness like a devil's whisper.

Then, just before Mista detonated the bullet, he silently recited a sentence in his heart:
"Little Feet!"

"Bring him back to his original form!"

at this moment
Like fried popcorn, Mista's body suddenly swelled up.

He suddenly changed from a dwarf of less than 30 centimeters to a tall man of 1 meters.

This is considered a good thing in normal times, but if it is placed in this narrow drainage pipe now, it will be a horror movie through and through.

Mista's upper body is fine:
His upper body was originally protruding out of the pipe, but now that he had grown bigger, he fell on the narrow cement road of the sewer.

But his lower body is completely inside the pipe.
After this moment of swelling, his lower body was squeezed together by the narrow drainage pipe, forming a red cylinder with a diameter of less than twenty centimeters.

The front of the drainage pipe was completely filled with rotting flesh.

The power of this blow is no less than the half cut, and it is far better than those punishments invented by ordinary people in terms of weirdness and horror.

"what--"

Mista's painful moans resounded in the sewer.

"It's not dead yet?"

Hormagio's expression was a little more shocked:
"You're still alive with only half of your body left. Are you a monster?"

"Ha ha."

Mista laughed hard.

Not only is he not dead, but he is still awake:

"It's a bit embarrassing to say, but"

"In the matter of being beaten, I am indeed very confident."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to use this tactic of self-defeating three thousand."

"Tactics?"

Holmaggio's face changed slightly:
It has become what it is now, and Mista is still in the mood to talk about tactics?
no it's not just that
Why didn't this guy show any horror at all when he suffered that kind of injury suddenly?

Could it be?

"I did that on purpose."

Mista gritted her teeth tightly:

"I know you can make objects instantly bigger, like the ballpoint pen that popped up in my pocket before."

"But I got into this narrow tunnel anyway. After all"

With only half of his body left, he still stared at Hormaggio:
"If I don't get into this pipe, you're not going to make me big anyway, are you?"

"What, what?"

Hormaggio trembled all over:
"You just want me to make you bigger?"

"Before that, the so-called 'exploding methane' tactic"

"That's just a trick to force you to make a quick decision."

Mista replied coldly:

"Seeing that someone is about to 'die' with me with a bomb, it is too late for everyone to think too much."

"As long as there is a way to stop the enemy and keep yourself alive, you will definitely be eager to use it?"

"Like...you just did."

Mista paused slightly, and her voice became more stern:

"Then, Hormaggio."

"Guess where are my substitutes now?"

Hearing this, Holmaggio felt his hair stand on end.

He suddenly realized that he had indeed overlooked something:
Stand, where is Mista's stand-in?
Those stand-ins were still shrunk hundreds of times a second ago, floating sand grains that were hard to distinguish with the naked eye.

But after Mista grows bigger, these little guys should return to the size of a bullet, about three centimeters tall.

The size of the bullet, plus the number of six, should be easy to see with the naked eye.

But now, Holmaggio could only see Mista alone.

All six of his doubles were gone.

"In your lungs."

Hormaggio suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

He felt something strange in his body just now, but the pain was too mild and was overwhelmed by other pains, so he didn't care about it yet.

But now, the pain suddenly broke out like a torrent of water.

"Sexy pistols that are hundreds of times smaller have no lethality, but they can fly into your airway without you noticing."

"And when they return to their original shape, these six little guys, which are about the size of bullets, will become very deadly weapons."

Mista stared fixedly at Hormagio.

There is no hatred in the eyes, no mockery, just a kind of calm and exhaustion that belongs to the winner:
"Understand?"

"My sexy pistol has already entered your body."

(End of this chapter)