Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

The ants on the road are still marching in formation diligently.

The rats at the drainage outlet were grinning at their prey with excitement.

But before the buttercream frosting on Formaggio's body could attract ants and mice, it attracted fatal bullets to him.

over there!

Mista, the enemy is under the tree!

No. 1’s high-pitched shout echoed in the air.

The first bullet it rode was a reconnaissance cavalry dispatched by Mista. At this moment, more than half of its energy was consumed during the reconnaissance process, and it could no longer turn around and attack.

However, under No. 1's urgent and timely reminder, Mista, who had been ready to go, quickly pulled the trigger.

Two gunshots rang out, and the second and third bullets began their journey with the goal of Holmaggio's life.

They split into the air in the light of the fire, and were driven by those bullet knights to draw two gorgeous spiral arcs in mid-air.

The two smoke-filled arcs quickly merged into a ball in the spiral, as if the two bullets had condensed into a sharp blade, and they slashed towards Holmaggio with such fierceness.

Oops!

Formaggio's face was extremely ugly.

He didn't expect that the insensible kid could discover his traces so quickly, which put him in an extremely dangerous situation:

Now Mista's figure has indeed shrunk to the point where he is no different from a child, but shrinking to this extent does not completely make the gun in his hand lose its fatal power.

In other words, as long as Hallmaggio gets bigger now, his huge body will become an extremely conspicuous target.

And if he doesn't grow bigger, he's looking for death!

The Sex Pistols' ability is almost perfect. As long as the traces are exposed, there is no guarantee that Holmaggio will be able to escape the bullets no matter how small he is.

And if he used such a small body to catch Mista's bullet, his death would probably be very ugly.

no solution anymore.

There is no choice at all.

Now, Hallmaggio could only restore his body shape to its original shape, and try to withstand Mista's attack with a stronger and more resistant body.

So, he immediately dodged out from behind the tree trunk, and then jumped from the curb in front of him.

Like Dagu who had taken out the divine light rod, Holmaggio's figure instantly expanded into a giant dozens of times taller, and then landed steadily on the road ahead.

Seeing this monster who suddenly turned into a tall man, the mice, who could hardly hold back their nerves, suddenly shrank their heads nervously.

If it weren't for the fact that the sweet smell on Formaggio's body became stronger and more attractive as he grew bigger, these timid guys would probably have fled away.

And now, of course, Formaggio was no longer in the mood to be wary of these rats that kept drooling at him.

He was more worried about Mista's bullet.

The moment he grew bigger, the two bullets were already whizzing over.

Because Holmaggio's figure suddenly grew larger, the bullet lost its original target, and the previously set trajectory was also slightly out of order.

These bullets, which were originally aimed at the small head of Hallmaggio, hit the enlarged Hallmaggio unpreparedly in the leg.

Formaggio's body, which had just stood firm, suddenly trembled violently.

After Mista's size shrunk, these bullets that were also shrunk in proportion were actually no longer that powerful.

The feeling of the bullet entering the body was like a thin needle being suddenly driven into the body. If it hadn't hit vital points such as the brain and heart, it might not have been able to kill the person at all.

If it was just a hit on the leg, it would be an insignificant injury.

However, the terrible thing is

The part where Formaggio was hit by the bullet was not the rough and fleshy thigh, nor the muscular calf, but one of the most important joints supporting the body, the knee.

His left knee was shot twice, and a hole was gouged out of the vital joint cartilage.

The damaged knee could no longer support the weight of the entire person, and his entire body was falling to the side uncontrollably.

Damn it. We're in big trouble now!

Holmaggio finally held back the pain and stabilized his figure, but his face was as pale as a dead person:

It really rained all night when the house was leaking.

He originally wanted to grow bigger and use his flexible skills to roll and dodge, trying to see if he could protect himself from death.

As long as he doesn't die, even if he is seriously injured, as long as he can survive until Mista's body shrinks further, he still has a chance to make a comeback.

But now, just in the first wave of attacks, he had already injured his vital knee.

With his joints damaged, it was difficult for him to even walk, let alone move around.

Without a pair of good legs, Formaggio lost most of his mobility and the ability to save his life in front of Mista.

And Mista was obviously aware of this.

The two bullets had just succeeded in carving out a small piece of blood foam, and he immediately raised his gun and pointed it at the enlarged Formaggio.

The gun is about to go off, bringing death with it.

Now, Hallmaggio couldn't move or dodge. Even if he could barely protect his vitals with his hands, he would definitely die quickly from those bullets that were as flexible as birds.

The winner, who had been sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai until now, was caught off guard and thrown into a desperate situation.

You didn't expect that, did you?

The innocent brat you look down on is going to win!

Mista's finger gently pulled back on the trigger.

The fourth bullet is about to roar.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze.

yes.

I really didn't expect it.

Holmaggio, who was in desperate situation, said with emotion:

You can still push me to this point even though you don't have the ability to sense. Your strength is indeed worthy of respect.

I underestimated you before. This was indeed an unforgivable mistake.

The superiority in intelligence, ability, superiority in character, and the excessive smoothness of the battle all made Holmaggio unknowingly make the mistake of underestimating the enemy.

But now, this contempt has long disappeared from his eyes.

Instead, there was a gaze that was firm, serious, and as sharp as a blade:

I won't make this kind of mistake again!

What?

In this almost stagnant time, Mista faintly noticed something was wrong:

Because there was no fear in Formaggio's expression, nor was there any unwillingness to fail or die.

Every line on that tough face was written with determination, as if he still had some way to escape.

Is this method really possible?

Just like before, Hallmaggio couldn't figure out Mista's method of perception, and now Mista can't understand Hallmaggio's method of escape:

His knees were obviously damaged, how could he still run?

Is it going to become smaller?

Even getting smaller can’t cure the leg injury!

When the big cripple becomes a little cripple, doesn't it make it even more difficult to escape?

In this flash of lightning, Mista couldn't help but imagine all kinds of impossible possibilities.

Finally, the trigger was pulled.

With Mista's nervousness and doubts, the fourth bullet roared out.

And before the fire had time to bloom, Formaggio had already given the answer to Mista's question:

Little Feet!

At this moment, his body, which had just returned to its normal size, suddenly became smaller again.

Remember it, Mista

My name is Formaggio!

Finally, with a wild roar, Formaggio officially announced his name to his opponent.

But this roar sounds like it’s not just about venting emotions and expressing will—

Faintly, as if he was deliberately provoking someone with his voice.

Amid this roar, Formaggio shrank to the size of a finger again.

He was covered in ice cream frosting, and now he was so small that he looked like a talking ice cream cone.

Then, at this moment

Before the bullet had time to fly over, a black shadow suddenly emerged from the drainage outlet next to it.

The black figure jumped to Formaggio's side in an instant, biting through the shoulder of the little cream man.

This is...a mouse?!

Mista felt an unspeakable shock:

He actually shrunk himself and used it as bait, deliberately attracting rats to come and take him away!

Rats are cautious by nature. They cannot eat safely in places where humans are present. Instead, they will instinctively bring the food they find back to a safe place.

Therefore, after taking the food into his mouth at lightning speed, the mouse immediately turned around and jumped out.

The soft screams of Formaggio's pain as he was bitten by rat teeth could still be faintly echoed around him.

But his figure had already followed the black shadow, and he jumped into the drainage outlet before the bullets came after him.

Formaggio survived.

Mista knew he was in big trouble.