Lee Sin’s Bizzare Adventure Chapter 249: That place

Formaggio struggled to lie down at the entrance of the sewer.

He used his still intact leg to firmly hook the ladder to steady himself, and then leaned his rotten shoulder against the edge of the manhole cover to provide support for himself.

Blood gurgled out among the indistinguishable black and red filth, and the suffocating stench slowly fermented in the air.

He looked extremely miserable, like one of those rats that had been pickled in the sewer.

But even so, Holmaggio’s free hand, the only intact hand, still firmly grasped Mista’s calf at this moment, capturing the victory that belonged to him.

“Holmaggio”

This strange name was finally imprinted on Mista’s heart in such a profound way.

He finally realized how serious his previous mistake was.

This mistake was not only that he missed calculating the enemy’s mobility, but also that he ignored the enemy’s willpower.

Formaggio is right, they are the same kind of people:

Men like them will never give up before completing their mission.

“The person who must complete the mission now is me, Formaggio!”

Formaggio’s roar sounded like thunder.

His hands gripped Mista’s calf tightly like iron vices.

Mista felt the heavy pressure coming from his legs, and at the same time, he also smelled the despair that suddenly filled the air.

He instinctively wanted to fight back.

But now his hands were still occupied by the big ice cream bucket, and he was unable to react when he was suddenly attacked, so his shooting movement was more than ten times slower than usual.

But Holmaggio’s attacks were more sharp and decisive than him.

He knows that this may be his last chance, so he must not relax.

Without even a chance to counterattack, the moment he caught Mista’s calf in his hands, Formaggio began to exert force backwards, pulling Mista’s body up from the ground. .

Mista’s current height is only over 40 centimeters, and his overall body shape is not as good as those of well-developed one-year-old children.

Under the sudden force of Formaggio, he lost his center of gravity in an instant, and then he was pulled up into the air by a big hand without any resistance.

Immediately afterwards, Holmaggio waved his arm downwards

Mista immediately turned into a human-shaped meteor hammer and hit the ground on the other side with an extremely tragic gesture.

Bang!

The hard cement and soft flesh collided with an unpleasant muffled sound.

All the bones in Mista’s body trembled violently during the impact, and half of his body was bruised and **** in the collision with the ground.

And the worst thing is

In the brutal impact, his revolver flew out of control.

“Oops!”

Mista’s heart trembled suddenly in severe pain.

As an ADC, all his skills lie in firearms.

For him, no matter how much the power of bullets is reduced, it is better than nothing. Without a gun, that is the real end of the road.

Mista tried hard to reach out and pick up the revolver that was thrown away, but Formaggio would not let his enemy have the opportunity to be re-armed.

Before Mista even had time to straighten his hand, another huge force suddenly came from the big hand that firmly grasped his calf.

Unable to stop him and helpless to struggle, Mista rose into the air again under this huge force.

He had no chance to pick up his gun.

But the enemy has a lot of energy to torment him.

Just like this, it seems to be a tribute to the classic scene of the Hulk beating Loki

Formaggio held Mista’s calf tightly and slammed it back and forth against the hard concrete floor crazily, violently, and non-stop.

Bang, bang, bang, bang

It sounded like someone was beating a leaky drum with a sledgehammer.

The sound was low, dense, and creepy.

Amidst the continuous collisions, Mista’s body was already a **** mess.

He felt like all the bones in his body were wailing.

The pain seeped into the flesh with the impact, just like the tide coming from the coast, covering one wave after another.

This miserable situation continued like this for a long, long time.

It took so long that the perpetrator himself felt his scalp numb:

“Not dead yet?”

“I must have smashed it dozens of times, right?”

Formaggio was shocked by Mista’s vitality.

He who wields the “hammer” is a little tired, but Mista, the “hammer” who was hit, is still breathing.

Although shrinking in size can indeed greatly increase a person’s ability to withstand physical impacts, it will not be so strong that one cannot be killed after being hit for a long time.

There is no doubt that this can only be due to the toughness and talent around Mista.

“It’s better to die quickly”

“This way you will be freed earlier!”

Of course, Hallmaggio will not show any unnecessary mercy to his enemies.

Seeing that Mista’s body was so resistant to beatings, he immediately increased the intensity, speeded up the frequency, and tried his best to complete the execution.

“If you can’t continue like this, you will die!”

Mista struggled to hold on in pain.

He has lost the pistol he relied on to fight, and even his own freedom and life are in the enemy’s hands.

But even so, after these three days of journey, he unknowingly developed the belief to never give up.

“No matter what”

“Survive first!”

This was the only thought left in Mista’s mind.

Now it is almost impossible for him to do anything to Formaggio, and the only breakthrough can only appear on his own body.

So, at the moment when it was hit to the ground next time

Mista worked hard to tighten her body back and press down on her captured leg.

Of course, this small movement cannot break free from the restraints of Formaggio, but it can make his knees protrude as much as possible, so that they are the first to contact the ground when impacting.

As a result, the force of the impact is almost entirely borne by the knees.

The huge force was exerted on the relatively fragile knee joint, which caused the flesh and blood of the knee to be eroded and the bones to be broken.

Sen Bai’s bones were smashed to pieces on the ground, leaving only the skin, flesh and tendons that were not rotten yet still barely maintaining the apparent integrity of the stump of the leg.

Formaggio is still undecided about this.

After entering King Kong mode, he just wants to kill the bug in his hand as soon as possible.

Without careful observation at all, Mista had just hit his knee on the ground and shattered it, and he immediately used a huge force to pull back upwards out of habit.

Seeing Mista’s body rising into the air again.

But this time, while being dragged, he suddenly stretched out his hands and firmly grasped a small raised cement on the ground.

The hands in front tightly grasped the cement block, and the calf in the back was violently dragged backwards by Holmaggio’s huge force.

Just pull and pull

The knee that had been smashed to pieces suddenly broke in the splatter of blood.

It’s like being pulled off a small piece of spicy stick. When you pull it off, you will always get a shocking red oil on your hands.

What Formaggio held in his hand was the torn off stump of a limb.

Mista got rid of the shackles in such pain and regained his freedom.

However, his body escaped from Formaggio’s grasp and began to fall uncontrollably downwards.

Soon, Mista’s body rubbed tightly against Holmaggio’s body, and fell into the gap of the manhole cover under the action of gravity, falling to the ground of the sewer.

“What?!”

Formaggio was suddenly startled.

He immediately lowered his head to look for Mista’s traces:

Mista had already fallen onto the narrow concrete path of the sewer. He was struggling to hold up his broken leg and staggered to his feet while holding on to the wall.

Seeing this scene, Hallmaggio, who had been surprised just now, suddenly felt at ease again:

“It’s just a stubborn fight”

“I have no weapons, and I broke one of my legs trying to break free.”

“This approach is just a mechanical implementation of the credo of ‘never give up’. It has no other meaning except to allow yourself to live a little longer.”

Although Holmaggio himself was shot in the knee, injured his shoulder, and was not in very good condition.

But compared to Mista, whose body had shrunk to such an extent, and whose whole body was seriously injured by the impact, and who also forcibly cut off one of his legs, Formaggio still had an absolute advantage.

Especially the previous hits that lasted for an unknown number of times, that level of damage is no joke.

Now Mista was covered in bruises and blood. He could only hold on to the wall with difficulty, support his only remaining leg, and jump forward with difficulty with this short and broken body.

At this speed, he would not be able to escape the pursuit of Formaggio no matter what.

“What a tenacious guy.”

Formaggio sighed in a complicated tone.

He climbed down from the ladder calmly and slowly stood up in the sewer.

At this time, Mista had just held on to the dirty sewer wall and escaped less than two meters away.

“Give up.”

“I’ll let you die a little easier this time.”

Formaggio limped forward.

To Mista’s ears, this step sounded like there was a Tyrannosaurus rex chasing after him.

“Is there really no hope after all?”

Mista did not stop moving forward, but he couldn’t help but feel a surge of despair in his heart.

Because just like this dark and dirty sewer, he can’t see the light at all:

He was seriously injured and without a pistol, he couldn’t even run away.

What else can he do now?

Mista questioned himself in his heart:

Should we fight back with fists?

Impossible, my body has shrunk almost to the size of a baby, and even if I am not injured, I cannot have any impact on the enemy.

Or, rely on your own stand-in Sex Pistols?

That would be even more idiotic.

Mista’s body has now shrunk to just over 30 centimeters, his height has shrunk approximately 6 times, and his volume has shrunk 216 times.

The Sexy Pistols are only the size of a bullet under normal circumstances. Now as the main body is scaled down, they are even smaller than a small grain of sand.

If he wanted to kill someone with such a little guy, he would have to make a big hole in his head, which was perfectly protected by the skull, and then invite those little guys in unsuspectingly to cause trouble.

Otherwise, if the most vulnerable and important brain cannot be attacked

It is impossible for such a tiny stand-in, which is difficult for normal people to distinguish with the naked eye, to cause any effective damage to the enemy:

Attacking it from the outside wouldn’t even count as scratching it. Attacking it from the inside would probably result in a perforated stomach at most.

“What to do?”

“What should I do?”

Mista asked over and over again in his heart.

At the same time, he kept walking forward even though he didn’t know where he could go or how far he could go.

The road ahead is still dark, but Mista’s pace never slows down.

Because he knew that if he just stopped like this, there would really be no possibility.

Just like this, in this darkness

With the faint ray of sunlight leaking from the manhole cover, Mista could clearly see the narrow pipe exit on the wall not far ahead.

“Is that a drain pipe?”

Mista’s eyes lit up.

He seemed to have found a ray of light in this endless darkness:

“That place, as long as you can get to that place”

“I still have hope!”