Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Formaggio was about to catch his prey.

It might be just two steps, or one step, and he would immediately trample Mista into a pulp while he was running in front of him.

However, at this moment, somehow, Mista seemed to have a flashback, and the speed of jumping on the wall suddenly became faster.

What?

Formaggio frowned tightly.

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

Many times you feel like you are about to crush a cockroach, but these invincible things can drag your severed limbs and body suddenly far away.

This feeling is indeed very uncomfortable.

You still have the energy to speed up?

Did he hide his energy before, or was there something that stimulated his outburst?

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

Soon, he saw Mista’s destination:

Drainage outlet? That's it.

Formaggio saw through his opponent's intentions at a glance:

Those drainage pipes have a narrow space, and you can't get through them unless they are made smaller.

Mista's small size actually became an advantage there. He could have safely escaped to other places through the drainage pipe.

And if I become smaller and get into the pipe to chase him, I will lose the advantage in size and strength in front of him.

But...hehe

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

I don't know what he thought of, but a sneer appeared on the corner of Formaggio's mouth.

He didn't even speed up the pace to pursue, he just followed Mista leisurely.

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

Soon, he jumped to the drain with difficulty.

Mista began to climb up in a hurry, and soon got into the narrow drainage pipe.

However, I don’t know what I thought of.

Mista did not drill deeper into the pipe as Formaggio imagined, but stopped at the mouth of the pipe.

He suddenly turned around and leaned down on the edge of the pipe again, looking like a front-line soldier lying down by the trench, waiting for battle.

Aren't you going to run away?

Formaggio asked, somewhat surprised.

Is running away useful?

The range of your ability's influence is at least dozens of meters, right?

My current body is small and broken. There is no way I can escape that far.

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

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

I'm here just for the pipeline 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, right?

There happens to be a small metal bump at the mouth of this pipe.

As he said that, he was lying at the mouth of the pipe and suddenly reached out to his arms and groped for a while, and soon found a small yellow and golden gadget.

These are the pistol bullets he carries with him.

But Formaggio could only vaguely see Mista's movements, but could not clearly see what he took out.

There is no way, Mista has shrunk too much.

At this moment, the pistol bullets on his body, as well as his stand-in Sex Pistol, have all shrunk in proportion into small pieces of sand that are difficult for normal people to see with the naked eye.

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

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

Don't you understand yet?

Bullets don't have to be put into the pistol before it can be fired. Its primer can detonate as long as it is struck 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 primer?

Holmaggio was slightly startled when he heard this:

What's the use of just detonating the primer?

Without the ballistic stability and air-tight acceleration provided by a pistol barrel, what power would a bullet exploding out of thin air have?

Isn't this just setting off a firecracker?

Apart from listening to the sound and seeing the fire, that's not it at all.

Wait. Fire? Could it be?

A very bad idea suddenly came to Formaggio's mind.

Mista seemed to have captured the emotional changes at this moment, and he immediately said while the iron was hot:

You should be able to smell it, right?

The strong smell of methane accumulated in this sewer!

As you follow me this way, the farther you get from the manhole cover's air outlet, the stronger this smell will become!

Now. Haha, as long as I detonate this bullet and ignite a ray of fire.

Mista tightly grasped the bullet in his hand and shouted loudly:

You and I will both die in this fire!

What?!

Holmaggio's expression changed slightly:

It turns out that Mista’s purpose was not to escape at all, but to die with him!

This is the main sewer that collects a large amount of domestic sewage. The stench inside is suffocating, and the smell of methane is indeed very strong.

Of course, judging by the nose alone, it is difficult to say whether the biogas can reach the concentration enough to be detonated.

But if the methane here really reaches a concentration that can be detonated, and Mista is a little more angry, then Formaggio, who was originally going to defeat his opponent, will really capsize.

What a dangerous tactic.

If you can find an opportunity in this situation, it seems that my evaluation of you is still low.

Formaggio was deeply impressed by Mista's wit and decisiveness.

But there was no panic in his tone.

What a pity, Mista.

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

My stand-in ability!

Formaggio stared closely at Mista.

At this moment, Mista was lying down at the mouth of the pipe, holding a bullet high in one hand and slamming it into the metal pipe mouth below.

Once it hits, Holmaggio's life will have to be decided by God.

But Formaggio didn't intend to give Mista this opportunity:

It takes me a long time to make objects smaller, but it only takes a moment to get them back to their original shape!

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

And now, look. Where did you go, Mista?

Can such a narrow pipe opening accommodate your enlarged body?

“It’s easy for places like drainage pipes to become full!”

Formaggio's voice sounded like a devil's whisper in the darkness.

Then, just before Mista detonated the bullet, he whispered quietly in his heart:

Little Feet!

Rehabilitate him!

at this moment

Like fried popcorn, Mista's body suddenly expanded.

He suddenly transformed from a dwarf of less than 30 centimeters to a tall man of 1.79 meters.

This would be a good thing in normal times, but if it were placed in this narrow drainage pipe now, it would be a complete horror movie.

Mista's upper body is okay:

His upper body was originally protruding from the outside of the pipe, but now it became larger and fell onto the narrow concrete path of the sewer.

But his lower body was completely inside the pipe.

After this moment of expansion, his lower body was squeezed together by the narrow drainage pipe and squeezed into a red cylinder with a diameter of less than twenty centimeters.

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

The power of this blow is no less than being cut in half, and in terms of weirdness and terror, it is far more powerful than those punishments invented by ordinary people.

ah--

Mista's painful moans resounded in the sewers.

He's not dead yet?

Holmaggio's expression was a little more shocked:

Only half of your body is left, but you are still alive. Are you a monster?

Ha ha.

Mista laughed hard.

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

I'm embarrassed to say it, but

I am indeed very confident when it comes to getting beaten.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to use this tactic of damaging myself by three thousand.

Tactics?

Holmaggio's expression changed slightly:

Now that they are like this, Mista is still in the mood to talk about tactics?

No, it's not just that

Why didn't this guy show any shock at all when he suddenly suffered that level of injury?

Could it be?

I did it on purpose.

Mista gritted her teeth tightly:

I know you can make objects instantly grow bigger, just like the ballpoint pen that suddenly appeared in my pocket.

But I still got into this narrow pipe. After all.

With only half of his body left, he was still staring at Formaggio:

If I don't get into this pipe, you won't let me get bigger anyway, right?

W-what?

Holmaggio trembled:

Do you just want me to make you bigger?

Before that, the so-called 'detonating biogas' tactic

That's just a little trick to force you to make a decision quickly.

Mista replied coldly:

When you see someone who is about to 'die' with you with a bomb, you don't have time to think too much.

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

Like..what you just did.

Mista paused slightly, and his voice became even colder:

Then, Formaggio.

Guess where my substitutes are now?

Hearing this, Formaggio felt the hair standing on end all over his body.

He suddenly realized that he had indeed overlooked something:

Stand, where is Mista's stand?

Those stand-ins were reduced hundreds of times a second ago, and were just floating grains of sand that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

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

The size of bullets and the number of six of them should be easy to see with the naked eye.

But now, Hallmaggio could only see Mista alone.

All six of his stand-ins were gone.

In your lungs.

Formaggio suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

He just felt something strange in his body, but the pain was too mild and was covered up by other injuries, so he didn't pay attention yet.

But now, this pain suddenly broke out like an overwhelming sea.

A sexy pistol that is hundreds of times smaller has no lethality, but it can fly into your respiratory tract without you noticing.

And when they change back to their original state, these six little guys, who are about the size of bullets, will become very deadly weapons.

Mista stared at Formaggio.

There is no hatred or ridicule in the eyes, but a kind of calmness and exhaustion belonging to the winner:

Understand?

My sexy pistol has already entered your body.