The most dangerous place is the safest place. Most people would not think that Hallmaggio dared to shrink himself to such a powerless figure, and then hide it on the enemy at the risk of being pinched to death.

At the beginning, Misda made the mistake of darkness under the light like ordinary people, and she didn't even think about it.

But now, just a while later, Mista had stopped running away and began to check his pockets with great purpose.

It was obvious that he had noticed his opponent's hiding trick.

Hallmaggio couldn't figure out why his traces were exposed so quickly:

The intelligence did not say what Mista has any perception ability.

Did Misda accidentally get inspiration, or did he accidentally make something in his pocket?

Or maybe that guy just wanted to take out his cell phone from his pocket?

This question is difficult to get an answer, but no matter what, Mista's big hand was already slapped at him.

Although Mista's hand has shrunk like an undeveloped child, it is still a fatal attack for Hallmaggio, who is currently less than ten centimeters tall.

Now "why" is not the most important thing, what is important is "what to do".

And Holmagio certainly knew what to do: he dared to hide it in Mista's pocket, so he naturally had an escape method that could escape at any time.

So, before Misda was about to slap himself into a dough with his palm, Hallmaggio suddenly took out a ballpoint pen from his pocket.

This ballpoint pen also shrank in proportion with Hallmaggio's shrinkage, and at this moment it was about the thickness of a hair.

"Get bigger!"

Hallmaggio thought, and relieved the ballpoint pen from shrinking.

The ballpoint pen suddenly became bigger from small, like a Ruyi Golden Cudgel with spells. In the process of instant expansion, it pushed Hallmaggio, who was still in a villain, to the sky in one fell swoop.

With the thrust generated by the object's expansion and the elasticity of the ballpoint pen spring itself, Hallmaggio successfully took off the air before Misda's big hand came and safely avoided this fatal blow.

In this way, Hallmaggio's small figure passed a hidden path in the air, and soon fell silently on the road several meters away.

The physical impact that a person can withstand is related to the cross-sectional area of ​​the skeletal muscle and is proportional to the square of length; while kinetic energy depends on its own mass, mass and volume, and is proportional to the cubic cube of length.

If the height is reduced by 10 times, the ability to withstand impact will be reduced by 100 times, while the impact force the human body will withstand when freely falling will be reduced by 1000 times.

Because of this, after humans shrink equally, their ability to withstand external physical shocks will actually be greatly enhanced.

This "human cannon"-style escape method is definitely not dead or disabled for normal humans. However, for Hallmaggio, whose proportion has been reduced by nearly twenty times, such damage can be easily withstood.

So, he landed on the roadside without any damage, and then hid behind the street trees standing beside him.

When Misda slapped his hand hard at the second pocket, all he touched was a ballpoint pen that suddenly appeared out of his pocket.

"That guy really discovered me"

“He was just 'slapping' instead of 'fucking'.”

"This shows that he has a high probability of confirming that I am in that pocket, so he will directly use such a lot of strength to launch an attack!"

Hiding behind a few meters of a layman's tree, Hallmaggio thought with a serious expression.

He had already put away his previous contempt and felt cautious.

At this time, Misda, a few meters away, was holding the ballpoint pen that suddenly popped out of her pocket and was thinking.

He seemed to have seen through Hallmaggio's escape technique, so he was stunned for a while and turned his head and looked around nervously.

Hallmaggio hurriedly hid himself deeper behind the trunk:

"That guy is looking for me with his eyes? It seems that the information is not wrong."

"He really doesn't have any means of perception, otherwise he wouldn't have searched with his naked eyes as soon as he found out that I was escaping."

"Since that's the case, why did I just get discovered?"

"Is it really just because of his 'sudden whim'?"

With doubts in his heart, Hallmaggio hid carefully.

He was waiting for Mista's figure to shrink further with the ability of his little feet, and he was also nervously thinking about the other party's solution just now.

And just under the vigilant observation of Hallmaggio, Mista's performance was a little unexpected.

First, Misda did not continue to try to escape.

Hallmaggio can understand this:

After all, his enemy is not a clay puppet that cannot move, and escaping without any hesitation may not necessarily get rid of his pursuit.

Since you now have some ability to "perceive the enemy", it is better to stay and solve the problem once and for all while you have not narrowed down to the point where you cannot fight.

However, Mista's actions after staying began to be somewhat puzzled:

Instead of looking around with his naked eyes, he stopped his eyes and lowered his head, looking at him with no intention of looking for an enemy.

He just stood there blankly, staring at the ground with all his attention, his eyes focused as if money had grown out of the ground.

“Is there anything on the ground?”

"By the way, he stopped to look at the ground for a while before he suddenly went to check his pocket."

"Can the secret that the guy can find my trace is on the ground?"

Hallmaggio suddenly thought of Misda's strange behavior just now.

He quickly followed Mista's gaze and looked at the cement pavement over there.

After a long time, he finally saw the little things that had been crawling around on the ground:

Ants, a group of ants.

These tiny creatures gathered more and more on the road surface, and even formed a long column with great discipline.

"Why should he observe ants?"

Hallmaggio thought of something vaguely.

He was very suspicious, and he heard a sudden "squeak" sound in his ears.

It turned out that several huge sewer mice poked their heads out of the wide drainage port and were staring at him with excitement from afar.

Looking at the excited look of the mice dancing their claws, they seemed to be unable to restrain themselves and bite at Hallmaggio here at any time.

"These mice are not right."

Hallmaggio felt more and more wrong:

Although the mice are not weak in aggressiveness, this animal is cautious and timid by nature.

When they encounter unknown creatures, even smaller creatures like Hallmaggio now, they will hide carefully and observe and judge, rather than drooling at him like a dog that smells meat.

Unless these mice have skipped the observation procedure directly and judged him as food as soon as they meet.

"food"

Hallmaggio suddenly thought of something:

"Yes, I'm food in the eyes of ants and mice now!"

"Because I'm covered in ice cream, and ice cream is the favorite sweet treat for these bugs and mice."

"No wonder Mista has been observing the ground. He is using those ants to find the direction I am!"

This is all because Holmagio was too impatient before, so that the ice cream was spilled on him. These high-calorie sweet things have always stuck to him and they have not melted, so they can't get rid of them no matter how hard they are.

Ants can use their sense of smell to sense food information within dozens of meters. Hallmaggio, covered in ice cream, naturally became the target of these little things.

Now he is like a chicken leg with golden fried on both sides, which makes the nearby "children" cry.

Therefore, as long as you observe the direction the ants are following the scent, Mista can roughly infer where he is hiding.

And the fact is as Hallmaggio expected:

After some observation, Misda suddenly fired his pistol, and he had roughly confirmed the direction of the enemy:

"There is there, near that street tree!"

The bullets shot out in the flames.

The no.1 in the sexy pistol rode on this bullet, riding her mount like a hunting cavalry on the grassland, galloping freely, and carefully observing the movements around her while galloping.

After all, the ant can only point out a rough direction. The specific location of the enemy depends on Mista's stand-in to detect it with the naked eye.

Soon, the moment when the bullet rubbed against the tree trunk, whizzed over the sky

Hallmaggio's extremely blue face appeared.

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