Lee Sin’s Bizzare Adventure Chapter 250: Three thousand losses to oneself

Formaggio was about to catch his prey.

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

However, at this moment, somehow, Mista seemed to have had 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 strength 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 are so narrow that 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.

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

Soon, he jumped to the drainage outlet 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 turned around suddenly and leaned down on the edge of the pipe again, looking like a front-line soldier lying down beside the trench, waiting for battle.

"Aren't you going to run away?"

Formaggio asked in surprise.

"Is running away useful?"

"The range of your ability's influence is at least tens 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 am here just for the pipeline itself-"

"This pipe is made of iron, and the edge of this pipe... Huh... 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.

This is the pistol bullet 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, 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?"

"The bullet does not 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!"

"Trigger the primer?"

Formaggio 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 hearing the noise and seeing the fire, there is nothing...

"Wait...fire? Is it?"

Formaggio suddenly had a very bad idea in his 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 away you are from the manhole cover 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?!"

Formaggio's face 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 that can be detonated.

But if the methane here really reaches a concentration that can be detonated, and Mista sets the fire a little more, 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 determination.

But his tone was not panic at all.

"What a pity, Mista."

"You just want 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 falls, Formaggio's life will have to be decided by God.

But Formaggio did not intend to give Mista this opportunity:

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

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

"And now, let's see... where have you been, Mista?"

"Can such a narrow pipe opening accommodate your enlarged body?"

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:

"Littlefeet!"

"Let him be restored to his original state!"

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 is usually a good thing, but if you put it now, in this narrow drainage pipe... it would be a complete horror movie.

Mista’s upper body is okay:

His upper body was originally protruding outside the pipe, but now it has grown bigger and fell onto the narrow concrete path of the sewer.

But his lower body is 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 superior to those ordinary punishments.

"Ah——"

Mista's painful moans echoed in the sewers.

"You're not dead yet?"

Formaggio's expression was a little more shocked:

"You're still alive with only half of your body left. Are you... some kind of monster?"

"Ha...ha..."

Mista laughed hard.

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

"I feel embarrassed to say it, but..."

"I am indeed very confident when it comes to being beaten."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to use this self-destructive tactic."

"Tactics?"

Formaggio's expression changed slightly:

Now that things 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...could it be?

"I did it on purpose."

Mista gritted her teeth:

"I know you can make objects instantly larger, 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 still stared at Formaggio:

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

"What?"

Formaggio 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?"

"Just like...you just did."

Mista paused slightly, and his voice became even colder:

"So, Formaggio..."

"Guess where my stand-ins are now?"

Hearing this, Formaggio felt creepy all over.

He suddenly realized that he had indeed overlooked something:

Stand-in, where is Mista's stand-in?

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 the bullets, plus the number of six, should be easy to see with the naked eye.

But now, Formaggio could only see Mista alone.

All six of his stand-ins are 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, the pain suddenly broke out like an overwhelming sea.

“Sex pistols that are hundreds of times smaller have no lethality, but they can fly into your respiratory tract without you noticing.”

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

Mista stared at Formaggio.

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

"Understood?"

"My **** pistol has already entered your body."