Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

In that moment of life and death, Holmaggio secretly calculated his chances of survival.

He was almost standing at the edge of the drain, standing in front of the rats that were ready to move.

Those mice only need one leap to carry this delicious cream man back into the sewer, and the whole process may take less than 1 second.

From the moment Mista pulled the trigger and the bullet came out of the chamber, to the Bullet Riders noticing that Holmaggio suddenly became smaller and temporarily adjusted the trajectory, and finally to riding the bullet whose speed was greatly reduced after the turn and blasting it head-on, the entire The process will probably take 1 to 2 seconds.

Theoretically he did have time to escape.

It’s just that this method has too many variables:

Formaggio needed to bet that Mista would aim for the vital parts of his head in order to kill him, instead of anticipating that he would become smaller and aim for the ground in advance.

He also needs to bet that the mice can't help but jump out to hunt as soon as he becomes smaller. He needs to bet that the mice will turn around and return to the sewer as soon as possible after picking up the food. He needs to bet that the mice will be gentler and gentler. Instead of just opening his mouth and biting his head into pieces.

The endless variables add up to make this escape a complete gamble.

The probability of winning this bet is slimmer than buying a lottery ticket, but the bet is Formaggio's life.

But Formaggio had no choice.

Rather than giving up thinking in the face of death like a weakling, it is better to gamble with your own life on the glimmer of hope.

This is his basic quality as a stand-in messenger.

Fortunately, Formaggio won the bet.

Before the fourth bullet rotated nearly 90 degrees in the air and struck, he successfully used his body covered in icing sugar as a bait, allowing a rat eager to fight for food to pull him out of the desperate situation. Picked it up.

But for just a short moment, it was like a scene from some kind of horror movie

A shadow suddenly shot out of the dark abyss cave, instantly dragging the humans wandering at the cave entrance into darkness.

However, Holmaggio will become safer after falling into darkness:

Mista does not have any sensory abilities.

He can also determine the direction by observing the ants on the ground, and then let the stand-in patrol the air to find my position with the naked eye.

But you can't see anything in the sewer. Whether it's Mista or Sex Pistol, they can only rely on their naked eyes to lock the target. It's absolutely impossible for them to fight in such a dark environment.

Without that precise 'guidance' ability, the Sex Pistols would no longer be able to chase me with bullets.

Formaggio thought calmly.

Just looking at the calm, relieved, and even faintly happy expression, no one would believe that he was being held as food by a mouse.

The sharp rat teeth dug deeply into his shoulder, impaling Formaggio.

The rats kept galloping in the dark and narrow drainage pipe, and the two huge teeth firmly embedded in Formaggio's shoulders vibrated violently between his flesh and bones.

Chisel, twist, grind, grind

Half of his shoulder was soon reduced to a blur of mud.

The rat's dirty, turbid saliva mixed with the overflowing blood, and the unspeakable smell alone was enough to make you suffocate.

The footsteps of rats in the darkness were as dense and frightening as rapid drum beats, and the frantic rattles stimulated by the smell of frosting and blood were even more frightening.

But Formaggio was still enduring, still enduring.

Because he knows that this gamble is not completely over yet, and he is not completely safe yet.

But the danger did not come from Mista, who had lost his target and could not pursue him, but from the rats that had just saved his life.

The rats took his butterman stick into the drainpipe, but the space in the drainpipe was too narrow.

He couldn't get much bigger here, otherwise he would be squeezed into a pulp by the narrow pipe.

So Hallmaggio could only wait patiently, or pray:

He had to pray that the rats would be patient and take him back to the spacious sewer, instead of stopping to feast in this narrow drainage pipe.

In this way, Holmaggio endured the pain of torn flesh and bones and gambled his last life.

Tenacious and lucky to survive.

The rats did not crowd into the narrow drainage pipe to eat. They took the delicious and tempting food and went around two turns in a familiar way. In a few seconds, they ran back to the main sewer connected to the drainage pipe.

When we arrived at the main sewer, we were greeted by a strong, disgusting, and unpleasant odor.

The bad smell of mixed fermented waste and excrement makes people feel dizzy and nauseous.

But now Holmaggio seemed to be reborn, and he took a few deep breaths of the rich and greasy air without any disdain.

Because no matter how it smells here, at least the space is much wider.

As the main sewer for treating urban domestic sewage, the ceiling here is as high as one person and the floor is as wide as two meters.

On one side of the ground is a ditch with a large amount of stinky sewage flowing, and on the other side is a narrow platform specially built with cement for inspection and maintenance personnel to walk.

Although rats are dirty, they certainly don't like eating poop.

So fortunately, the mouse took him directly to the relatively clean narrow concrete road in one leap, and he did not experience the terrible feeling of diving into the dung river.

It's safe.

Formaggio breathed a long sigh of relief.

And those mice finally brought the food back to their restaurant, and their emotions began to become more intense and unbearable.

The mouse that held Formaggio in its mouth seemed to have no intention of sharing the food with its companions. As soon as it landed smoothly with Formaggio, it suddenly opened its big mouth and tried to swallow the whole mouthful of food. .

Sorry, you're no longer useful.

Formaggio said goodbye to his savior in his heart:

Little Feet, let me change back!

The moment the mouse opened its mouth to swallow, Formaggio's body suddenly expanded more than ten times.

He changed back to his original form in an instant.

As for the rat that originally had its mouth firmly biting Holmaggio's shoulder, its appearance became indescribably miserable after the food in its mouth suddenly expanded dozens of times.

The headless rat corpse was just ejected.

Formaggio collapsed against the wall of the sewer.

The other mice didn't seem to care at all about the mysterious deaths of their companions.

They gathered tightly around Formaggio, sniffing the smell of cream that had grown in size and become dozens of times richer, drooling and grinding their teeth.

The little brains of these mice can't figure out why their food has grown in size. They will only wait and see greedily at the aroma of the food, and linger around because they are afraid of the size of Formaggio's enlargement.

Of course, Formaggio had no intention of paying attention to these mice who were interested in eating sweets but could not kill people.

After being completely safe, he immediately concentrated on analyzing the current situation.

The first thing you need to confirm is naturally your physical condition:

One leg was shot in the knee, and later half of his shoulder was bitten off, leaving an arm disabled.

For the stand-in user, such damage is actually not serious.

After all, he still has one leg to walk and one arm to use, so he can continue to fight.

Unfortunately, the situation now is different - he wants to fight, but the enemy will not be so stupid as to accompany him.

Damn it. Why did it hurt my knee!

I'm walking with a limp now. If Mista wants to escape, there's no way I can stop him!

Formaggio realized that he had lost the ability to stop his enemy.

He couldn't help but regret his laxity and felt helpless at the decline of the battle:

The power of Mista's previous bullets has actually been greatly reduced.

If he could hide for a little longer, maybe just a dozen seconds longer, Mista would definitely shrink further, to the point where he was almost no threat to him.

But not only did Formaggio fail to hide, but unfortunately, Mista took advantage of the little time he had left to kill, and shot his knee twice in a row.

Mista must have shrunk to the point where he is no longer a threat.

But I can only sit in the sewer with my injured leg and watch the target I am responsible for escape!

Damn it. Damn it!

Formaggio gritted his teeth, but what he hated in his heart was himself.

But no matter how much he blames himself or how unwilling he is, it can't change his current situation of having a leg injury that makes it difficult to walk.

He had to rely on mice to help him even escape. How could he crawl back to the ground and catch up with the enemy in this desperate situation?

Wait. Rat?

Formaggio suddenly thought of something.

He is a strong warrior after all, not an incompetent coward.

Those negative emotions only lasted for two seconds in his heart. Formaggio, who had just come to safety, immediately thought of a way to return to the battlefield.

So, he couldn't help lowering his head, and in the darkness, he tried hard to observe the mice that were still drooling at him and at the ice cream.

By the way. The mouse's nose must be very powerful, right?

Since you want to eat ice cream so much, you will definitely be able to follow the taste and run over there, right?

Formaggio suddenly began to talk to himself in front of the restless rats.

As he spoke, he stood up staggeringly and cast his gaze towards the underground drain in front of him that was filled with stinky sewage.

The next second, under the puzzled eyes of the mice, Holmaggio suddenly jumped forward:

Little feet, make me smaller!

As his body reached mid-air, Holmaggio turned himself into a tiny person again.

He just jumped into the thick, greasy and turbid chocolate river and let the rapid water wash away his body.

Wait until he turns around and goes ashore immediately.

His body was already overflowing with soup and full of juice, and the ice cream wrapped around him was completely replaced by something else.

Smelling such a smell and seeing such a sight, the mice that were originally salivating at Formaggio immediately stopped salivating——

My teeth have been ground, and you’re just going to give me this?

These manic predators instantly entered sage mode. Even if Formaggio was standing in front of them without hiding, they would only find it boring.

Ha ha.

Formaggio laughed to himself.

He unceremoniously moved forward and grabbed the fur on the back of a mouse, and then straddled it like a knight conquering a fierce horse:

Come on, little mice, don't let me down.

I don't have food here for you, if you want food.

Just go back to the ground and get it!