Chapter 246: Ways to Escape
The ants on the road are still marching diligently in a line.
The mice in the drain were grinning at their prey with great excitement.
But before Formaggio's layer of buttercream frosting could attract ants and mice, it attracted deadly bullets.
"There!"
"Mistah, the enemy is under the tree!"
No.1's shrill shout exploded in the air.
The first bullet it was carrying was from the reconnaissance cavalry dispatched by Mista. At this moment, more than half of its energy had been consumed in the reconnaissance process and it was no longer possible to turn around and attack.
However, under the urgent and timely reminder from No.1, Mista, who had been ready for a long time, quickly pulled the trigger.
Two gunshots rang out, and the second and third bullets began their journey with Formaggio's life as their target.
They flew through the air in the flames, and under the control of the "Bullet Knights", they drew two gorgeous spiral arcs in the air.
The two smoke-filled arcs quickly merged into one in the spiral, as if the two bullets had condensed into a sharp blade, slashing towards Formaggio with incredible sharpness.
“Oh no!”
Formaggio's expression was extremely ugly.
He didn't expect that the kid with no perception ability could discover his whereabouts so quickly, putting him in an extremely dangerous situation:
Mista's body had indeed shrunk to the size of a child now, but even though it had shrunk to this extent, it still couldn't completely deprive the gun in his hand of its deadly power.
In other words, now if Formaggio grows bigger, his huge body will become an extremely conspicuous target.
And if he doesn't grow bigger... he'd be courting death!
The ability of the Sexy Pistol is almost 100% accurate. Once the trail is exposed, no matter how small Formaggio is, he cannot guarantee that he can escape the tracking of bullets.
And if he used such a small body to take Mista's bullet, his death would probably be very ugly.
"There's nothing I can do..."
There is no choice at all.
Now Formaggio could only restore his body to its original shape and try to withstand Mista's attack with his stronger and more resistant body.
So he made a quick decision, dodged from behind the tree trunk, and then jumped from the curb in front of him.
Just like Da Gu who took out the magic stick, Formaggio's figure instantly expanded into a "giant" dozens of times taller, and then landed steadily on the road ahead.
Seeing this "monster" suddenly turned into a tall one, the mice, who were already almost unable to contain themselves, immediately shrank their heads nervously.
If Formaggio's sweet smell had not become stronger and more tempting after he grew bigger, these timid guys would have probably fled in all directions.
Of course, Formaggio was no longer in the mood to guard against these rats that were drooling at him.
He was more worried about Mista 's bullet.
Just at the moment he grew bigger, the two bullets whizzed towards him.
Because Formaggio's body suddenly grew larger, the bullet lost its original target and the previously set trajectory also had a slight error.
The bullets that were originally aimed at Formaggio's tiny head hit Formaggio's legs unexpectedly after he had grown bigger.
Formaggio's body, which had just stood firm, suddenly began to tremble violently.
After Mista's size shrank, the bullets that shrank proportionally were actually no longer as powerful.
The feeling of the bullet entering the body was like a thin needle suddenly chiseling into it. If it had not hit a vital part like the brain or the heart, it would probably not have killed anyone.
If it was just a hit on the leg, it would be an even more insignificant injury.
However, the terrible thing is...
The part of Formaggio that was hit by the bullet was not his thick thigh, nor his muscular calf, but one of the most important joints supporting the body, the knee.
He had been shot twice in the knee of his left leg, gouging a hole in the vital articular cartilage.
This broken knee could no longer support his weight, and his whole body was uncontrollably falling to the side.
"Damn...this is going to be a big trouble!"
Formaggio managed to hold back the pain and steady himself, but his face was as pale as a dead person:
It's really like when it rains it pours.
He originally wanted to grow bigger and rely on his agility to roll over and dodge, to see if he could protect himself from death.
As long as he doesn't die, even if he is seriously injured, as long as he can hold on until Mista's body shrinks further, he still has a chance to make a comeback.
But now, with just the first wave of attacks, he had injured his vital knee.
With his damaged joints, he had difficulty even walking, let alone moving around.
Without a pair of good legs, Formaggio lost most of his mobility and also lost the capital to save his life in front of Mista.
And Mista was obviously aware of this.
The two bullets had barely managed to carve out a small foam of blood when he immediately raised his gun and aimed it at the enlarged Formaggio.
The gun was about to fire, bringing death.
Now Formaggio could neither move nor dodge. Even if he could barely protect his vital parts with his hands, he would surely die quickly from those bullets that were as agile as birds.
The winner, who had been sitting on the Diaoyutai, was caught off guard and thrown into an irretrievable situation.
"Didn't expect that?"
"The naive brat you looked down upon...is going to win!"
Mista's finger gently pulled back on the trigger.
The fourth bullet is about to roar.
At this moment, time seemed to freeze.
"yes…"
"I certainly didn't expect that."
Formaggio, who was in a desperate situation, said with emotion:
"You have no perception ability, but you can still force me to this point. Your strength is indeed worthy of respect."
"I underestimated you before... This is indeed an unforgivable mistake."
The advantage in intelligence, ability, personality, and the overly smooth battle all made Formaggio make the mistake of underestimating the enemy without realizing it.
But now, this contempt has long disappeared from his eyes.
Instead, there was a firm, serious, sharp look like a knife:
"I won't make this mistake again!"
"What?"
In this almost stagnant time, Mista felt something was wrong:
Because there was no fear in Formaggio's expression, nor was there any reluctance to fail or die.
Determination was written on every line of his strong face, as if he still had some way to escape from the desperate situation.
Is there really such a method?
Just like Formaggio couldn't figure out Mista's method of perception before, Mista now couldn't understand Formaggio's method of escape:
His knees were clearly broken, how could he still run?
Is it going to get smaller?
Becoming smaller won’t cure your leg injury!
If a big cripple becomes a small cripple, won’t it be even more impossible for him to escape?
In that split second, Mista couldn't help but imagine all sorts of impossible possibilities.
Finally, the trigger was pulled.
With Mista's nervousness and doubt, the fourth bullet whizzed out.
Before the flames could bloom, Formaggio had already answered Mista's question:
“Little Feet!”
At this moment, his body, which had just returned to its normal size, suddenly became smaller again.
"Remember this, Mista..."
"My name is Formaggio!"
Formaggio finally announced his opponent's name with a loud and unbridled roar.
But this roar seemed to be more than just an expression of emotion and will——
It seemed as if the voice was deliberately provoking someone.
And amidst this roar, Formaggio once again shrank to the size of a finger.
He was covered in ice cream frosting, and now that he had shrunk so small, he looked like a talking popsicle.
Then, at this moment...
Before the bullet could fly over, a dark shadow suddenly jumped out of the drain next to it.
The shadowy figure instantly leaped to Formaggio's side and bit through the creamy little man's shoulder.
"This is... a rat?!"
Mista was shocked beyond words:
"He actually shrunk himself down to serve as bait, deliberately luring the mice to come and take him away!"
Rats are cautious by nature. They cannot eat peacefully in places where humans are present. Instead, they will instinctively bring the food they find back to a safe area.
So, after taking the "food" into its mouth at lightning speed, the mouse immediately turned around and jumped out.
The sound of Formaggio's soft cries of pain from being bitten by rat teeth could still be heard faintly in the surroundings.
But his figure had already followed the black shadow, and he jumped into the drain before the bullet caught up with him.
Formaggio survived.
Mista knew that he was in big trouble.
