Lee Sin’s Bizzare Adventure Chapter 244: Little feet
Mista’s eyes were empty.
The short-haired man who was standing in front of him one second disappeared in the whistling sound of bullets coming out of the barrel.
No.3 and No.5 in the Sex Pistols shot out with the bullet that suddenly lost its target. First, they circled several large circles in the air like headless flies, and then they looked stunned. The ground flew back.
“Mista, the enemy is gone!”
“Like a ghost”
The timid No. 5 reported in Mista’s ear in a panic.
“Idiot!”
no.3 scolded his imaginary companion rudely:
“What a ghost? This is obviously the enemy’s substitute ability!”
“The 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 that he heard No.3’s inference, he couldn’t help but fall into deep thought:
“The enemy’s ability is really teleportation?”
“If you had the convenient ability to move instantly, then the opponent could have moved directly in front of you. There was no need to waste time and effort pretending to be an ordinary citizen.”
“So, what is the enemy’s substitute ability? Why can it disappear from us in an instant?”
There are too few clues, and Mista cannot 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 not continue the attack”
“Did the enemy just attack just to overturn 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,
The 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 is not serious, and it does not appear to be poisonous.”
“What 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 whole body shrank by one size, and he looked like a Russian matryoshka doll that had its outer shell peeled off.
The clothes on his body, the gun in his hand, and even the six stand-ins surrounding him all shrunk in proportion to Mista’s size.
He couldn’t notice the difference just by looking at himself, but he just inadvertently compared his palm with the ice cream bucket that fell to the enemy, and he immediately discovered the problem.
Mista then turned to look at the car parked on the roadside:
I used to be 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 am getting smaller, and this 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 through the car glass is really a kind of weird and numbing feeling.
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 become an “ant” at the mercy of others because of this weird stand-in attack.
Standing still means sitting still and waiting for death. He must take action to fight back as soon as possible.
So, Mista began to think anxiously in nervousness:
“Shrink, the enemy can make objects shrink, that is to say”
“The guy just now didn’t disappear or teleport, but shrank himself and hid himself!”
At this moment, Mista finally saw through the secret of why the enemy just disappeared out of thin air.
But knowing the secret now doesn’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.
“Too bad I don’t have the ability to 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 is running out, Mista’s body is shrinking every minute and every second.
It’s not just him that 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 has no time to waste at all, and he has no time to rely on his naked eyes to find 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 suddenly.
He was heartbroken, gritted his teeth, and 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 avatar, 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” to silently grab his trouser legs and climb up into Mista’s house. Pants pockets.
It was impossible for Mista to imagine that the enemy he was looking for had always been hidden within him.
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, which permanently changes the target state after use. Even if the main body dies or leaves the range, the target affected by the ability will not return to its original state.
For example, Giorno’s golden experience.
The other is a continuous skill, which needs to continue to exert an influence on 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.
Now, Mista should be able to see it clearly:
His body is shrinking. This situation must require the enemy’s substitute to exert influence on 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 this is the only best choice for Mista now.
What a pity
“It doesn’t matter how far you run!”
“I am now stuck on you like a reminder message from the bank. How can you escape the scope of my ability?”
Formaggio chuckled so proudly.
He had previously received a request from Gachu for help and came to chase and intercept Mista who was looking for ice. He was a little worried at first.
Because Mista’s ability to lock his head and aim himself 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 a naive little gangster. Whenever he meets ordinary citizens, he will hesitate for fear of accidentally injuring civilians. There is no such thing as the kind of gangster who “would rather kill a thousand by mistake” Decisive and ruthless.
“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 transcend all restrictions.
Mista’s innocent performance made Formaggio unknowingly despise this opponent, and he does have the ability to relax now
After all, the most difficult level is over, and the next battle should be no more difficult:
“Mista’s ability is only to control bullets, and he has no ability to sense at all.”
“When he slowly discovers the truth, then there will be no need for me to hide it.”
Formaggio thought so in his heart.
Then, at this moment, Mista ran out more than ten meters in vain
Holmaggio 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 reached 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 slapping him in the face, Formaggio’s expression changed drastically
ps: avatar panel
Alternate name
Ontology Hormaggio
Destructive power: d
Speed: b
Range distance: e
Sustainability: a
Movement precision: d
Growthability: 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.