Chapter 247 Mouse Knight
In that life-or-death moment, Formaggio secretly calculated his chances of survival.
He was almost standing at the drain, in front of the rats that were ready to move.
The mice only need one leap to carry the delicious little cream man back to the sewer, and the whole process may take less than 1 second.
The whole process takes about 1 to 2 seconds, from the moment Mista pulled the trigger and the bullet was fired, to the moment the "Bullet Knights" discovered that Formaggio had suddenly become smaller and temporarily adjusted the trajectory, and finally, to the moment they drove the bullet, whose speed had greatly decreased after turning, towards him.
Theoretically, he did have time to escape.
But there are too many variables in this approach:
Formaggio needed to gamble that Mista would aim for the head in order to kill him, rather than anticipating that he would shrink and aiming for the ground.
He also needed to bet that the mice would jump out to hunt immediately after he became smaller, that the mice would turn around and return to the sewer as soon as they picked up the "food", and that the mouse would be gentle and soft instead of biting his head to pieces with its mouth.
The infinite variables combined together make this escape a complete gamble.
The chances of winning this gamble were slimmer than buying a lottery ticket, but the stakes were Formaggio's life.
But Formaggio had no choice.
Rather than giving up thinking like a weak person in the face of death, it is better to gamble your life on that glimmer of hope.
This is his basic quality as a stand-in.
Fortunately, Formaggio won the bet.
Before the fourth bullet turned almost 90 degrees in the air and attacked him, he successfully used his body covered with icing sugar as bait, allowing a mouse eager for food to pick him up from the dead end.
But for a brief moment, it was like a scene from some horror movie...
A shadow suddenly jumped out from the dark abyss cave, instantly dragging the human wandering at the entrance into the darkness.
However, Formaggio becomes safer after falling into darkness:
"Mistad really doesn't have any sentience."
"He can determine the direction by observing the ants on the ground, and then let his double fly in the air to find my position with his naked eyes."
"But it's pitch dark in this sewer. Mista and Sexy Pistol can only rely on their eyes to lock on the target. There is absolutely no way they can fight in such a dark environment."
"Without that kind of precise 'guidance' ability, Sexy Pistol can no longer chase me with bullets."
Formaggio thought so calmly.
Looking at his calm, relieved, and even slightly relieved expression, no one would believe that he was currently being held in the mouth of a mouse as food.
The sharp fangs dug deep into his shoulder, piercing Formaggio through.
The two huge fangs that were firmly embedded in Formaggio's shoulders trembled violently between his flesh and bones as the rats continued to scurry in the dark, narrow drainpipe.
Chisel, wring, grind, grind...
Half of his shoulder soon rotted into a blur of mud.
The rat's dirty and turbid saliva mixed with the overflowing blood, and the indescribable fishy smell alone was enough to suffocate.
The footsteps of the rats in the darkness were as dense and frightening as the rapid beats of drums. The frantic rat calls stimulated by the smell of icing sugar and blood were even more terrifying.
But Formaggio was still enduring, still bearing it.
Because he knew that the gamble was not over yet and he was not completely safe yet.
But the danger did not come from Mista, who had lost his target and could not pursue, but from these rats who had just saved his life.
The rats carried the "cream man-stick" into the drainpipe, but the space in the drainpipe was too narrow.
He couldn't grow much bigger here, otherwise he would be squeezed into a pulp by the narrow tube.
So Formaggio could only wait patiently, or rather pray:
He had to pray that the rats would be patient enough to take him back to the wider sewers instead of stopping to feast on him in this narrow drainpipe.
In this way, Formaggio endured the pain of his flesh being torn apart and his bones being shattered, risking his last life...
Tenacious and fortunately survived.
The rats did not squeeze into the narrow sewer to eat. Instead, they carried the delicious food in their mouths, made two turns with ease, and ran back to the main sewer connected to the sewer in a few seconds.
When we reached the main sewer, a strong, disgusting, unpleasant odor hit us in the face.
The terrible smell, a mixture of various waste and excrement, makes people dizzy and want to vomit.
But now Formaggio seemed to be reborn, and he took a few deep breaths of the rich and greasy air without any disgust.
Because no matter how it tastes here, at least the space is much wider.
As the main sewer for treating urban domestic sewage, the ceiling here is as high as a person and the ground is two meters wide.
On one side of the ground there was a ditch flowing with a large amount of foul-smelling sewage, and on the other side there was a narrow platform specially built with cement for inspection and maintenance personnel to walk on.
Although mice are dirty, they certainly don't like eating feces.
So fortunately, Formaggio was brought directly to a relatively clean narrow cement road by the mouse in one leap, and did not experience the terrible feeling of jumping into the feces river.
"It's safe."
Formaggio breathed a sigh of relief.
The mice finally brought the food back to their "restaurant", and their emotions began to become more intense and impatient.
The mouse holding Formaggio didn't seem to have any intention of sharing the food with its companions. As soon as it landed steadily with Formaggio, it suddenly opened its bloody mouth and tried to swallow the food whole.
"Sorry, you're no longer useful."
Formaggio said goodbye to his savior in his heart:
"Little Feet, let me change back!"
The moment the mouse opened its mouth and swallowed, Formaggio's body suddenly expanded more than ten times.
He returned to his original form in an instant.
And the mouse that had originally bitten Formaggio's shoulder tightly with its mouth, after the food in its mouth suddenly expanded dozens of times... its appearance had become so tragic that it was difficult to describe.
The headless rat body was flung away.
Formaggio slumped down against the wall of the sewer.
The other mice didn't seem to care at all about the strange death of their companions.
They tightly surrounded Formaggio, sniffing the creamy smell that had become dozens of times stronger after it became bigger, and drooling as they ground their teeth.
The mice couldn't figure out why their food had grown bigger. They just gathered around greedily to watch the aroma of the food, and hesitated because they were afraid of Formaggio's enlarged size.
Of course, Formaggio had no intention of paying attention to these mice who were only interested in eating candy but not able to kill people.
After being completely assured of his safety, he immediately focused on analyzing the current situation.
The first thing you need to confirm is your physical condition:
One of his legs was shot in the knee, and then half of his shoulder was bitten off, leaving one arm disabled.
For a Stand user, this kind of damage is actually not that serious.
After all, he still had one leg to walk and one arm to use, so he could continue fighting.
Unfortunately, the situation is different now - he wants to fight, but the enemy will not be so stupid as to accompany him.
"Damn...why is the knee injured!"
"I walk with a limp now. If Mista is determined to escape, there is no way I can stop him!"
Formaggio realized that he had lost the ability to stop his enemy.
He couldn't help but feel regret for his own laxity and helpless about the declining situation of the war:
The power of Mista's bullets had actually been greatly reduced.
If he could hide a little longer, maybe just a dozen seconds, Mista would definitely shrink further, to the point where he posed almost no threat to him.
But Formaggio not only failed to hide, but also unfortunately had Mistar take advantage of the little time he had left to kill and shot him twice in the knee.
"Mistad must have shrunk to the point where he is no longer a threat by now."
"But I could only sit in the sewer with my injured leg, watching the person I was responsible for escape!"
“Damn it…Damn it!”
Formaggio gnashed his teeth, but in his heart he hated himself.
But no matter how much he blamed himself or how unwilling he was, it could not change the fact that he could not walk due to his leg injury.
He even needed the help of mice to escape. In such a miserable state, could he ever crawl back to the ground and catch up with the enemy?
"Wait…rat?"
Formaggio suddenly thought of something.
After all, he is a strong warrior, not an incompetent coward.
Those negative emotions only lasted for two seconds. Formaggio, who had just returned to safety, immediately thought of a way to return to the battlefield.
So he lowered his head and tried hard to observe the mice that were still drooling at him and the ice cream in the darkness.
"By the way...a mouse's nose should be pretty powerful too, right?"
"Since you guys want ice cream so badly, you won't be able to resist running over to follow the smell, right?"
Formaggio suddenly began to talk to himself at the restless rats.
As he spoke, he staggered to his feet again and cast his eyes towards the underground sewer in front of him that was flowing with foul-smelling sewage.
The next second, under the puzzled gazes of the mice, Formaggio suddenly leaped forward:
"Little Feet, make me smaller!"
As his body reached mid-air, Formaggio unexpectedly turned himself into a tiny thing once again.
He jumped into the sticky, greasy and turbid "chocolate river" and let the rushing water wash over his body.
When he immediately turned around and went ashore...
His body was already covered in thick soup and juice, and the ice cream wrapped around his body was replaced with something else entirely.
After smelling this smell and seeing this sight, the mice that were originally salivating over Formaggio immediately stopped drooling.
My teeth have been ground, and you give me this to eat?
These manic predators instantly entered sage mode. Even though Formaggio was standing in front of them without hiding, they just felt bored.
"Ha ha."
Formaggio laughed to himself.
He reached forward and grabbed a mouse by the fur on its back without hesitation, then sat on it like a knight conquering a wild horse.
"Come on, little mice, don't let me down."
"I don't have any food for you. If you want food..."
"Just go back to the ground and get it!"
