Chapter 244: Bound Feet
Mista saw nothing in front of him.
The man with a crew cut who was standing in front of him the previous second disappeared in the whistling sound of a bullet leaving the gun the next second.
No.3 and No.5 in the Sexy Pistol shot out when the bullet suddenly lost its target. They first circled in the air for a few times like headless flies, and then flew back with a look of surprise.
"Mistah, the enemy is gone!"
"Like a ghost..."
The timid No.5 reported to Mista in a panic.
"Fool!"
No.3 rudely rebuked his companion who was daydreaming:
"What ghost? This is clearly the enemy's stand ability!"
"That short-haired guy disappeared from our sight in an instant. His stand ability might be teleportation!"
"Teleport?"
Mista frowned slightly.
Although the enemy's sneak attack just now only slightly cut his palm, the opponent's strange method of disappearing out of thin air still made him instinctively sense the danger.
After hearing No. 3's inference, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought:
"Is the enemy's ability really teleportation?"
"No... If he had the ability to teleport, he could have just moved directly in front of him. There would be no need to spend time and effort disguising himself as an ordinary citizen."
"So, what exactly is the enemy's Stand ability? Why can it disappear from our sight in an instant?"
There were too few clues, and Mista was unable to draw any conclusions.
He could only hold the pistol tightly and be cautious against the next wave of attacks that might happen at any time.
However, what made people uneasy was that the enemy had not made any movement since he disappeared, and he seemed to have no intention of reappearing and continuing the attack.
"Why don't you continue the attack..."
"Could it be that the enemy's purpose just now was just to knock over the bucket of ice cream?"
"Or... the enemy's attack has actually ended, and he has secretly done something to me?"
Mista sensed something was wrong.
He couldn't help but lower his head and look at the only mark left on him by the enemy, the cut on his palm.
The wound was not serious. The thin stand-in just cut a thin layer of flesh with his fingers, and not even much blood was shed.
"The injury is not serious, and it doesn't seem to be poisonous."
"What does the enemy want..."
Mista was just confused when the voice that was talking to himself suddenly stopped.
Because he finally discovered what the enemy had done to him, what had happened to him—
He became smaller.
He had shrunk by one size and looked like a Russian doll with one layer of its shell peeled off.
The clothes on his body, the gun in his hand, and even the six stand-in figures lingering around him, all shrank in proportion to the size of Mista's body.
He couldn't notice any changes just by looking at himself, but when he casually compared his palm with the ice cream bucket that fell on the ground, he immediately discovered the problem with his body.
Mista turned back to look at the car parked on the side of the road:
I am 1.79 meters tall, but when I stand up straight, my head is just level with the roof of the car, which is about 1.4 meters high.
"I am getting smaller, and the process of getting smaller continues!"
A flash of fear flashed across Mista's face instinctively.
The feeling of watching your own reflection in the car window shrinking little by little is really eerie and makes your scalp tingle.
Now his body has shrunk to that of an underdeveloped teenager, and is moving towards the size of an elementary school child at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Mista had no doubt that if this state continued, he might become an "ant" that could be manipulated by anyone because of this strange stand attack.
If he just stood there doing nothing, he would be waiting for death. He had to take action and fight back as soon as possible.
So, Mista began to think anxiously in the midst of tension:
"Shrink. The enemy can shrink objects, which means..."
"That guy just now didn't disappear or teleport, but he shrunk himself and hid himself!"
At this moment, Mista finally saw through the secret of the enemy's disappearance just now.
But knowing this secret now seems to mean little.
Mista looked around carefully, and after scanning back and forth several times, he could not find any trace of the enemy:
The ground was empty and there was nothing on it except a pool of ice cream, a few inconspicuous pebbles, and seven or eight small ants crawling out from the cracks in the ground.
"Oh no... I have no perception at all."
"Even if I know that the enemy has shrunk and hidden himself, there is no way I can find his true form in a short time!"
Time was running out and Mista's body was shrinking with every second.
It wasn't just him that 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, which was his only means of attack, would soon lose its power due to its small size.
He had no time to waste now, and he didn't have the energy to search for clues one by one with his naked eyes.
"In that case, I can only..."
Unable to track down, unable to fight back, there was only one way left for Mista:
"run!"
Mista turned sharply.
He made up his mind, gritted his teeth, and took a quick step forward with his short legs.
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When Mista turned around and fled in desperation, the man with a crew cut, Formaggio from the assassination team, was leisurely hiding in Mista's trouser pocket and resting.
After he used his stand [Little Foot] to cut Mista's palm, he immediately turned around and used his ability on himself.
Unlike other targets that take a certain amount of time to shrink, when Formaggio 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 man the size of a finger, and then took advantage of the chaos created by his "disappearance out of thin air" to quietly grab hold of Mista's trouser legs and climb up into Mista's trouser pocket.
There was no way Mista could have imagined that the enemy he was looking for had been hiding within himself all along.
When Mista turned around and ran away at a loss, Formaggio, who was hiding in his trouser pocket, laughed secretly:
"This kid, is he trying to escape the range of my ability by increasing the distance?"
"That's indeed a solution, but unfortunately..."
The secret of sprinting can indeed break most of the Stand's abilities.
Because the effectiveness of the Stand ability is generally divided into two situations:
One is a one-time deal, which will permanently change the target's state immediately 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 continuously affect the target after use. The effect of the substitute can be removed by killing the original body or staying away from the substitute.
For example, Proshut's heroic death.
And now, Mista should be able to see it clearly:
His body is shrinking gradually, and this situation requires the enemy's stand to exert continuous influence on him.
In this way, as long as he can escape from the range where the enemy's stand ability can take effect, the shrinking effect applied to him will naturally be lifted.
The idea is indeed feasible, and it is also the only best option for Mista at present.
Unfortunately...
"What does it matter if you run far?"
"I am now like a bank's collection text message , sticking to you everywhere. How can you possibly escape the range of my [little feet]?"
Formaggio chuckled to himself at how pleased he was with this.
He had received a request for help from Jiaqiu to chase and intercept Mista who was looking for ice, and he was a little worried at first.
Because Mista's ability to lock and aim was almost unstoppable at long distances, Formaggio was somewhat worried that he might not be able to find a chance to get close at all.
But he never expected that the hurdle he was most worried and nervous about would be passed so easily.
Mista was really a naive and immature gangster as the intelligence said. Whenever he met ordinary citizens, he would hesitate for fear of hurting civilians by mistake. He did not have the decisiveness and ruthlessness of the gangsters who would rather kill a thousand people by mistake.
"How can someone in such a high position be so soft-hearted?"
"The boss's legacy, the power of the organization, and the specialty business worth hundreds of billions, you naive guys probably can't afford it!"
Like his companions, Formaggio's way of thinking has long been different from that of normal people.
Normal people are livestock kept in captivity by morals and rules, while they are predators that break free from all restrictions.
Mista's naive behavior made Formaggio unconsciously despise this opponent, and he did have the capital to relax now -
After all, the most difficult level has been passed, and the next battle should not be difficult at all:
"Mistad's ability is only to manipulate bullets. He has no sentience at all."
"When he slowly discovers the truth, there will be no need for me to hide it anymore."
Formaggio thought so.
Then, at this moment, Mista ran about ten meters in vain...
Formaggio suddenly felt that the "No. 11 Bus" he was riding on suddenly stopped.
"Why did he stop here?"
"Could it be that he could detect me so quickly... This shouldn't be possible!"
Formaggio carefully restrained his breathing, fearing that he would move too much and be discovered by Mista.
Mista did not take any action at first. He just lowered his head and looked at the ground carefully, and no one knew what he was observing.
The air suddenly fell into a strange silence.
This silence made Formaggio feel uneasy, and the excessive ease that he had just felt due to his huge advantage was instantly restrained by him.
Finally, in his nervous eyes...
Mista suddenly stretched out a hand and tentatively touched his two trouser pockets.
The first pocket contained nothing.
He immediately reached into his second pocket.
"He actually found out! Why?!"
Looking at the huge hand coming towards him, Formaggio's face changed drastically.
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PS: Stand-in panel
Stand-in name: [Bound Feet]
Main Body - Formaggio
Destructive power: D
Speed: B
Range: E
Sustainability: A
Movement precision: D
Growth: C
A thin humanoid stand-in with long, sharp nails.
The target stabbed by the index finger of the Stand will gradually shrink, and can be used on the main body. The shrunk object can be restored to its original size instantly by actively removing the ability.
