Chapter 248 Mission
On the ground.
Watching Formaggio escape into the drain, Mista's expression was extremely complicated.
He didn't expect that his opponent could find a glimmer of hope in such a desperate situation, and in such a tragic way.
Aren't you afraid of being eaten by rats in the sewers? That's a hundred times more horrible way to die than being shot!
Mista couldn't help but be shocked by Formaggio's ruthlessness.
After a moment of subconscious daze, he finally reacted:
"Damn it...don't run!"
Mista immediately pulled the trigger and fired two bullets in succession.
Team members No.6 and No.7 each drove a bullet, following the direction where Formaggio disappeared, and crashed into the dark drainage pipe.
The bullet flew into the drain, and in order to avoid hitting the narrow pipe wall, it first had to try hard to turn a full 90 degrees.
This rough rotation alone is enough to consume most of the bullet's kinetic energy.
But when the Sexy Pistols finally adjusted their trajectory, they were greeted by pitch-black darkness.
"Mista, Mista!"
After a quick shuttle, the urgent shouts of the Bullet Knights echoed in Mista's mind:
"The guy isn't in the drain, he's gone into the sewer."
"It's too dark in the sewer, we can't lock on to the target at all!"
"Is there nothing I can do..."
Mista showed a slight sense of helplessness on his face.
He knew that his automatic aiming ability actually relied on the "naked eye guidance" of the sexy pistol, and it would lose its effectiveness as long as the environment was too dark.
At this time, Mista's stand-ins began to nervously remind him in his mind:
"Mistah, I-we've shrunk again!"
"If you keep going like this, the bullets will completely lose their power!"
When Mista shrinks, the items on his body and his stand will also shrink in proportion.
After the previous confusion, escape, stopping to observe, and shooting, his body had shrunk to about half a meter, and the word "dwarf" was a stretch to describe him.
If it shrinks further now, the situation will become very bad.
If the enemy showed up to fight him in some way at this time, Mista would probably not be able to come up with a way to hurt his opponent.
"Mistah, run!"
"Let's get out of that guy's reach as soon as possible, and we'll be completely safe!"
"Um."
Mista nodded heavily.
While deftly reloading his empty revolver, he turned around and ran away.
However, he had just taken two steps when his legs stopped involuntarily.
"Hello!"
The impatient No.3 could not help but urge Mista:
"Why stop? Run away!"
"Ice cream...I haven't got the ice cream yet."
Mista turned around abruptly.
He looked intently at the ground more than ten meters away, where half a bucket of ice cream had rolled to the ground.
Previously, he was only thinking about how to escape from the enemy's strange attack, and he didn't even have time to think about the mission he was carrying out on this trip:
"I have to go back and pick up that half bucket of ice cream."
"Li Qing is still waiting for these ice creams to save his life!"
Mista suddenly spoke in a very serious tone.
"Go back and pick up the ice cream?"
As one of the few Stands with self-awareness and a distinct personality, No.3 does not particularly agree with this idea:
"Mistah, don't you realize we're still shrinking?"
"As for ice cream and the like, let's get it after we escape from the enemy's range and grow bigger!"
Its advice is the most sound and safest.
But Mista disagreed.
Because in addition to considering his own safety, he is also considering the safety of his companions:
"It's safer to run away first, but that will take up a lot of time."
"But what we lack most now is time!"
The range of the small foot is only 2 meters.
But the range refers to the distance that the Stand can move away from the main body, not the range of influence within which the Stand's ability can take effect.
For example, in the "future" where Lee Sin did not exist, Formaggio fled into the sewers when fighting with Naranja. The distance between the two sides was far more than 2 meters, but Naranja's shrunk state was not lifted at all.
Therefore, the range of influence of the ability is sometimes much larger than the range of the Stand, and its specific size is difficult to estimate.
This is like a WiFi signal. As you get further away, the signal becomes weaker and the connection is naturally interrupted.
The signal connection range that allows the stand's ability to continue to be effective may be nearly 100 meters or even hundreds of meters at most, and generally tens of meters at least.
Mista was vaguely aware of this common sense.
That's why he didn't want to accept the suggestion of running away first to save himself:
"It's such a long distance. By the time I run out and come back, I don't know how much time I have wasted."
"Li Qing is still trapped in the station. A guy like him who can move high and low is trapped. The situation must be more serious than we thought. And now that I have been attacked, I am afraid that the other people's search for ice may not go smoothly."
"Every second I waste on the road now will put Li Qing's life in greater danger!"
Mista expressed his thoughts so firmly.
At the same time, he had already begun to change direction and started walking towards the surviving half bucket of ice cream more than ten meters away.
"Mistah..."
No.3 seemed to be hesitant to say something.
But Mista said confidently:
"Don't worry, this matter is not as dangerous as you think."
"Don't forget, I broke the knee of that guy named Formaggio, and now he has difficulty walking."
"It's only a dozen meters away, and it won't take me more than a few seconds to go back and get it."
"In such a short time, even if he knew I was going back to get the ice cream, could I let a cripple get ahead of me?"
After hearing this, No.3 shut his mouth with relief.
Because it understood that Mista's actions were not a foolish act due to anxiety for the safety of his companions, but a correct decision made after careful consideration:
He was right, Formaggio was now a disabled person.
This guy had just escaped into the sewer in a panic, with his shoulder bitten through by a rat.
Even if he was not dead, even if he could move, how could he, with an injured leg, living in such a dark and narrow sewer, be faster than Mista who was running on the wide road?
By the time Formaggio limped to the surface on one leg, Mista would have probably already escaped with the ice cream.
If you think about it carefully, the decision he made was actually a very safe one.
Just like that, Mista stretched his legs as hard as he could and ran quickly backwards.
Soon, he ran the ten-odd meters safely, then bent down and picked up the half bucket of ice cream.
For Mista, whose body has shrunk significantly, this ice cream bucket is so big that he almost needs to hold it with both hands.
Fortunately, Mista is strong and powerful, and after being shrunk, he can walk very fast while holding the half bucket of ice cream.
Everything went smoothly and nothing dangerous happened.
The lame Formaggio seemed to be rotting in the sewer without any movement.
So, Mista held the ice cream bucket tightly, turned around quickly, and started running towards the train station.
However, before he ran two meters, a strange sound was heard in front of him .
The voice came from the manhole cover in front of Mista:
Squeak, squeak, squeak…
A chaotic and chaotic sound of rats chirping could be heard from under the manhole cover .
There was an eagerness and desire in the sound, as if all the mice, young and old, had gathered under the manhole cover waiting for their meal.
"Rat? Oh..."
"They must have smelled the ice cream , so they all gathered here."
Mista soon understood why these rats appeared:
Rats have a sweet tooth and an extremely keen sense of smell.
And the half bucket of ice cream was spilled on the ground nearby, so it was natural that the mice would follow the smell and gather under the manhole cover.
"etc…"
Mista's expression suddenly changed:
"Mouse...ice cream..."
He suddenly realized that he seemed to have missed something when calculating his opponent's mobility.
This omission could bring him very serious consequences.
Mista was thinking this...
The manhole cover in front of him was suddenly yanked open.
An arm emitting a foul odor suddenly stretched out.
Mista had no time to react, and in an instant his calf was grabbed by the big hand.
Then, he saw Formaggio's hideous face:
"Ha ha ha ha…"
"I knew it, I knew you'd come back here for ice cream!"
"Because we are the same kind of people, the kind of men who are determined to complete their 'mission' no matter what!"
Formaggio squeezed Mista's leg tightly:
"What a pity, Mista..."
"The one who has to complete the mission now is me, Formaggio!"