Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 249 Mission

on the ground.

Watching Formaggio escape into the drain, Mista's expression was extremely complicated.

He didn't expect that his opponent could find a glimmer of hope in such a desperate situation, and in such a tragic way.

Aren't you afraid of being eaten by sewer rats if you do this? That is a way to die that is a hundred times more terrifying than being shot to death!

Mista couldn't help but be shocked by Formaggio's cruelty.

After being stunned subconsciously for a while, he finally reacted suddenly:

Damn it. Don't run!

Mista immediately pulled the trigger and fired two bullets in succession.

The two team members No. 6 and No. 7 each controlled a bullet, followed the direction in which Formaggio disappeared, and crashed into the dark drainage pipe.

The bullet flew into the drain. In order not to hit the narrow pipe wall, it first had to make a full 90-degree turn.

This rough turning method alone is enough to consume most of the bullet's kinetic energy.

And when the Sexy Pistols finally adjusted their trajectory, they were greeted by a darkness where they couldn't see their fingers.

Mista, Mista!

After a quick shuttle, the urgent shouts of the Bullet Knights echoed in Mista's mind:

The guy is not in the drain pipe, he has hidden in the sewer.

The light in the sewer is too dark, we can't lock the target at all!

Is there nothing else you can do?

Mista's face showed slight helplessness.

He knew that his self-aiming ability actually relied on the visual guidance of the Sexy Pistol, and would lose its effectiveness as long as the environment was too dark.

At this time, Mista's stand-ins began to nervously remind him in their minds:

Mista, I, we have shrunk again!

If this continues, the bullet will completely lose its power!

Mista's shrinkage will cause the items on his body and his own avatar to shrink accordingly.

After being confused, running away, stopping to observe, and shooting to attack, his body had shrunk to about half a meter. The word dwarf was barely used for him.

Now if we shrink it further, the situation will become very bad.

At this time, if the enemy uses any method to come out and fight him, Mista may not even be able to find a way to hurt the opponent.

Mista, run!

Hurry up and get out of that guy's reach, and we'll be completely safe!

Um.

Mista nodded heavily.

While he was reloading the empty revolver with quick hands and feet, he turned around and spread his legs towards the distance to escape.

However, as soon as he took two steps, his legs stopped involuntarily.

Hello!

The impatient No. 3 couldn't help but urge in Mista's ear:

Why did you stop? Run away!

I haven't got the ice cream yet.

Mista turned around suddenly.

He looked intensely at the half-tub of ice cream that had fallen to the ground more than ten meters away.

Previously, he was only thinking about how to escape from the enemy's strange attack, and he had no time to think about the mission he was carrying on this trip:

I have to go back and bring the half tub of ice cream.

Li Qing is still waiting for these ice creams to save his life!

Mista suddenly said with great seriousness.

Go back to pick up ice cream?

As one of the rare stand-ins with self-awareness and a very distinct personality, No.3 is not particularly sympathetic to this idea:

Mista, didn't you notice that we are still shrinking?

For ice cream or something, let's wait until we escape from the enemy's range and get bigger before we come back to get it!

Its advice is the soundest and safest.

But Mista didn't agree.

Because in addition to considering his own safety, he is also considering the safety of his companions:

It's certainly safe to escape first, but that will take a lot of time.

But what we lack most now is time!

The range of Little Foot is only 2 meters.

However, the range refers to the distance the avatar can move away from the main body, not the range of influence where the avatar's ability can take effect.

For example, in the future where Li Qing does not exist, Hallmaggio escaped into the sewers when he was fighting Naranga. The distance between the two sides was far more than 2 meters, but Naranga's shrinking state was not at all. be relieved.

Therefore, the range of influence of an ability is sometimes much larger than the range of the stand-in, and its specific size is difficult to estimate.

This is like a wifi signal. The signal becomes weaker when you are farther away, and the connection will naturally be interrupted.

The signal connection range that allows the stand-in ability to continue to take effect may be nearly a hundred meters or even hundreds of meters away, and is generally tens of meters away.

Mista vaguely knew this common sense.

That’s why he didn’t want to accept the suggestion of escaping first to protect himself:

It's such a long distance. By the time I run out and come back, I don't know how much time has been wasted.

Li Qing is still trapped in the station - a guy like him who comes and goes is actually trapped. The situation must be more serious than we imagined. And now that I have been attacked, other people's ice-seeking operations I’m afraid it may not go well.”

If I spend another second on the road, Li Qing's life will be in more danger!

Mista expressed her thoughts so firmly.

At the same time, he had already begun to change direction and took steps toward the surviving half-tub of ice cream more than ten meters away.

Mista

No.3 was still hesitant to say something.

But Mista said confidently:

Don't worry, this matter is not as dangerous as you think.

Don't forget, I've damaged the knee of that guy named Formaggio, and it's difficult for him to walk now.

It's only a short distance of ten meters. It won't take me more than a few seconds to go back and get it.

In such a short period of time, even if he knew I was going back to get ice cream, how could I let a cripple get ahead of me?

Hearing this, No. 3 closed his mouth in relief.

Because it understood clearly that Mista's actions were not out of concern for the safety of his companions, but a correct decision made after careful consideration:

He was right, Formaggio was now disabled.

This guy had just escaped into the sewer in a state of embarrassment, with a mouse biting him all over his shoulder.

Even if he wasn't dead, even if he could move, with one of his legs injured, how could he be in such a dark and narrow sewer, how could he be faster than Mista who was running on the broad road?

By the time Formaggio limped up to the ground with one leg, Mista had probably already escaped with the ice cream.

Thinking about it carefully, the decision he made was actually very safe.

Just like that, Mista moved his legs with all his strength and ran back quickly.

Soon, he ran the dozen meters without any harm, then bent down and picked up the half bucket of ice cream.

For Mista, who has now shrunk severely, the ice cream bucket is so big that he almost needs to wrap his arms around it.

Fortunately, Mista has a strong body and a lot of strength. After shrinking, he can still walk quickly while holding the half bucket of ice cream.

Everything went smoothly and no danger occurred.

The lame Formaggio seemed to be rotting in the sewer without any movement at all.

So, Mista held the ice cream bucket firmly, turned around quickly, and started running towards the train station.

However, before he ran two meters away, a strange sound sounded in front of him.

The voice came from the manhole cover in front of Mista:

Squeak, squeak, squeak.

There was such a chaotic rattle under the manhole cover.

There was eagerness and longing in the voice, as if the whole family of rats had gathered under the manhole cover, waiting for their meal.

Rat? Oh

They must have smelled the ice cream on the ground, so they all gathered here.

Mista quickly understood the reason for the appearance of these mice:

Rats love to eat sweets and have an extremely sensitive sense of smell.

The half-tub of ice cream just now was spilled on the ground nearby. It was natural that the mice would follow the smell and gather under the manhole cover.

etc.

Mista's expression suddenly changed:

Mouse ice cream.

He suddenly discovered that when calculating the opponent's movement ability, he seemed to have missed something.

And this omission may bring him very serious consequences.

That's what Mista was thinking in his heart

The manhole cover in front of him was suddenly thrown open.

An arm exuding a pungent stench stretched out unexpectedly.

Mista didn't have time to react at all, and in an instant, a calf was grabbed by this big hand.

Then, he saw the ferocious face of Holmaggio:

Ha ha ha ha.

I knew it, I knew you'd come back here to get ice cream!