Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Mista's eyes were empty.

The short-haired man who was standing in front of him one second disappeared into the whistling sound of bullets coming out of the barrel the next second.

No. 3 and No. 5 in the Sex Pistols flew out on the bullet that suddenly lost its target. First, they circled several large circles in mid-air like headless flies, and then flew away with a look of astonishment on their faces. return.

Mista, the enemy is gone!

Like, like a ghost.

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

Fool!

No.3 rudely scolded his wandering companion:

What a ghost? This is obviously the enemy's substitute ability!

That short-haired guy disappeared from us in an instant. His stand-in ability might be teleportation!

Teleport?

Mista frowned slightly.

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

Now hearing No. 3's inference, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought:

Is the enemy's ability really teleporting?

If you don't have the convenient ability to move instantly, then the other party can move directly in front of you. There is no need to waste time and effort pretending to be an ordinary citizen.

So, what exactly is the enemy's stand-in ability? Why can it disappear in front of us in an instant?

There were so few clues that Mista could not deduce any results.

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 disappearing. He seems to have no intention of reappearing and continuing to attack.

Why don't you continue the attack?

Did the enemy just attack just to knock over that tub of ice cream?

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

Mista vaguely sensed something was wrong.

He couldn't help lowering his head and looked at the only mark left by the enemy on his body, the cut wound on his palm.

This injury was not serious, it was just a shallow layer of flesh cut open by the thin stand-in with his fingers, and not even much blood flowed.

The injury isn't serious, and it doesn't look like it was poisonous.

What exactly does the enemy want?

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

Because he finally discovered what the enemy had done to him and what happened to him——

He became smaller.

His entire body had shrunk by one size, and he looked like a Russian matryoshka doll that had been stripped of its outer shell.

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

He couldn't notice the change just by looking at himself, but he just inadvertently compared his palm with the ice cream bucket that fell on the ground, and he immediately discovered something was wrong with him.

Mista then turned to look at the car parked on the side of the road:

I used to be a full 1.79 meters tall, but when I stood up straight, my head was just flush with the roof of a car that was about 1.4 meters tall.

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

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

The feeling of watching your own reflection shrink little by little in the car glass is really weird and mind-numbing.

Now his figure has shrunk to the size of 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 turn into an ant at anyone's disposal because of this weird stand-in attack.

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

As a result, Mista began to think anxiously in his nervousness:

Shrink, the enemy can make objects shrink, that is.

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

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

But knowing the secret now didn't seem to mean much.

Mista looked around and searched carefully. He glanced back and forth several times but found no trace of the enemy:

There was nothing on the ground, only a puddle of ice cream spilled on the ground, a few inconspicuous gravels, and seven or eight small ants that emerged from the cracks in the ground.

Oops. I don't have any sense at all.

Even if I know that the enemy has shrunk and is hiding, there is no way I can find his true form for a while!

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

It's not just him who has shrunk, 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 that was his only means of attack would soon lose its power due to its small size.

Now he had no time to waste, and no time to rely on his naked eyes to look for traces one by one.

In this case, I can only...

Unable to trace and unable to fight back, there is only one way left in front of Mista:

run!

Mista turned around sharply.

His heart skipped a beat, his teeth gritted, and he suddenly stepped forward with his short legs.

When Mista turned around and ran away in desperation, the short-haired man, Holmaggio from the assassination team, was leisurely hiding in Mista's pants pocket to rest.

After he cut Mista's palm with his substitute Little Foot, he immediately turned around and used the ability on himself.

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

In this way, he first shrunk himself into an inconspicuous little person the size of a finger, and then used the chaos created by his disappearance out of thin air to silently grab his trouser legs and climb up into Mista's trouser pocket.

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

And when Mista turned around and walked away at a loss, Formaggio, who was hiding in his trouser pocket, laughed secretly:

Is this kid trying to escape from the influence of my ability by widening the distance?

This is indeed a solution, but it's a pity.

The secret of sprinting can indeed break most of the stand's abilities.

Because the way the substitute ability takes effect is generally divided into two situations:

One is a one-shot deal. After using it, the target's state will be permanently changed. Even if the main 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 continuous skill, which needs to continue to affect the target after use. As long as the main body is killed or the avatar is far away, the avatar effect can be released.

For example, Prosut's heroic transformation into benevolence.

And now, Mista should be able to see it clearly:

His body is gradually shrinking. This situation must require the enemy's substitute to continuously influence him.

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

The idea is indeed feasible, and it is the only best option for Mista now.

Unfortunately.

It doesn't matter how far you run!

I am now stuck on you like a reminder message from the bank. How could you possibly escape the scope of my little feet?

Formaggio chuckled to himself with such complacency.

He had previously received a request from Gachu for help and came over to chase and intercept Mista who was looking for ice. He was a little worried at first.

Because Mista's ability to lock and self-aim was almost impossible at long distances, Formaggio was a little worried that he might never find a chance to get close.

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

Mista is really just as the intelligence said, he is an innocent little gangster. Whenever he meets ordinary citizens, he will hesitate for fear of accidentally injuring civilians. He does not have the decisiveness and ruthlessness of a gangster who would rather kill a thousand by mistake. Li.

How can a person in a high position have such kindness as a woman?

I'm afraid you naive guys can't bear the boss's legacy, the authority of the organization, and the special business worth hundreds of billions!

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

Normal people are domestic animals kept in captivity by morals and rules, but they are predators that jump out of all restrictions.

Mista's innocent performance made Formaggio unknowingly despise this opponent, and he does have the ability to relax like this now——

After all, the most difficult level is over, and the next battle should be even less difficult:

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

When he slowly discovers the truth, then there will be no need for me to hide it.

Formaggio thought so.

Then, at this moment, Mista ran out about ten meters away in vain.

Formaggio suddenly felt that the No. 11 bus he was riding suddenly stopped.

Why did he stop here?

Could it be that he could notice me so quickly? This shouldn't be the case!

Formaggio carefully restrained his breath, fearing that Mista would notice him if he made too big a move.

Mista didn't take any action at first. He 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 silence made Formaggio feel uneasy, and the over-relaxation caused by his excessive advantage was instantly restrained by him.

Finally, in his nervous eyes

Mista suddenly stretched out a hand and tentatively touched his two pants pockets.

Nothing was touched in the first pocket.

He immediately reached for his second pocket.

He really found out! Why?!

Looking at the big hand that was slapping him in front of him, Formaggio's expression changed drastically.

PS: stand-in panel

Stand-in name——Little Foot

Ontology——Holmaggio

Destructive power: D

Speed: B

Range Distance: E

Sustainability: A

Action precision: D

Growth: C

A thin humanoid stand-in with long and sharp nails.

The target stabbed by the avatar's index finger will gradually shrink and can be used on the main body. Shrunk objects can be instantly restored to their original size through the active release ability.

It’s still the first update today. It’s still so stuck that I can’t find the feeling or atmosphere. The writing always feels like a running account_