At that moment of life and death, Hallmaggio secretly calculated his possibility of survival.

At that time, he was almost standing by the drain, standing in front of the mice that were about to move.

The mice only need one leap to carry this delicious creamy villain back into the sewer, and the whole process may be less than 1 second.

From Mista pulling the trigger and then the "Bullet Knights" discovering that Hallmaggio suddenly becomes smaller and temporarily adjusts the ballistic, and finally driving the bullet with a greatly attenuated speed after turning, the whole process will be about 1 to 2 seconds.

In theory, he did have time to escape.

But there are too many variables in this method:

Hallmaggio needs to bet that Misda will aim at the vitals of the head to kill him, rather than predicting that he will become smaller and aim at the ground in advance.

He also needs to bet that the mice will jump out to hunt immediately after they become smaller. He needs to bet that the mice will turn around and return to the sewer as soon as they pick up the "food". He needs to bet that the mice will start to be gentler and gentler, instead of biting his head to pieces with just one mouth.

The endless variables superimposed together make this escape a complete gamble.

The probability of winning this bet is slimmer than buying a lottery ticket, but the bet is Hallmaggio's life.

But Hallmaggio had no choice.

Instead of giving up thinking in the face of death like a weak person, it is better to use your life to bet on that glimmer of hope.

This is his basic qualities as a stand-in messenger.

Fortunately, Hallmaggio won the bet.

Before the fourth bullet rotated and turned around in the air at nearly 90 degrees, he successfully used his frosted body as bait to let a mouse eager to compete for food pick him up from the lifeless Jedi.

But in just a moment, it was like a scene in a horror movie...

A shadow suddenly emerged from the dark abyss cave, dragging the human beings wandering at the entrance into darkness in an instant.

However, Hallmaggio will become safer after falling into darkness:

“Misda does not have any sense.”

"He can also determine the direction by observing the ants on the ground, and then let the substitute cruise in the air and use his naked eyes to find my position."

"But no five fingers can be seen in the sewer. Whether it is Mista or sexy pistol, they can only rely on their naked eyes to lock the target, which is absolutely impossible for them to fight in such a dark environment."

"Without the ability to accurately 'guid,' the sexy pistol can't chase me on bullets."

Hallmaggio thought in such a calm mood.

Just looking at the dullness, relief, and even a faint expression of gratitude, I'm afraid no one would believe that he was being held in his mouth by a mouse as food.

The sharp rat teeth were deeply embedded in his shoulders, stabbing Hallmaggio into the opposite direction.

The mouse kept running in the dark and narrow drain pipe, and the two giant teeth that were firmly embedded in Hallmaggio's shoulders trembled violently between his flesh and bones.

Chisel, twist, grind, grind...

Half of his shoulders quickly turned into a blurred mud.

The mice's dirty and turbid saliva and the overflowing blood were stirred together, and the fishy smell alone was enough to suffocate.

The footsteps of the rat group in the dark were as intense as rapid drum beats, and the manic rat ringing stimulated by the smell of frosting and blood was even more terrifying.

But Hallmaggio is still patient and still bear it.

Because he knew that the bet was not completely over yet and he was not completely safe yet.

But this danger did not come from Mista who had lost his target and could not be pursued, but from these mice who had just saved his life.

These mice took him, the "cream stick", into the drain pipe, but the space of the drain pipe was too narrow.

He couldn't get much bigger here, otherwise he would be squeezed into meat paste by the narrow pipes.

So Hallmaggio can only wait patiently, or pray:

He had to pray that the mice would be patient and bring him back into the vast sewer of space, rather than stopping and feasting in this narrow drain.

In this way, Hallmaggio endured the pain of the flesh and blood tearing and shattering his bones, betting on his last life...

Strong and lucky to survive.

The mice did not squeeze into the narrow drainage pipe to eat. They walked around the two bends with this delicious and attractive food in their mouths, and in a few seconds they ran back to the main sewer connected to the drainage pipe.

When I arrived at the main sewer, a rich, disgusting, and bad smell came to my face.

The bad smell of fermentation caused by various waste excrements makes people feel dizzy and want to vomit when they smell it.

But now Hallmaggio seems to be reborn, taking a few deep breaths of the rich and greasy air without any hesitation.

Because no matter how it tastes, at least the space is much wider.

As the main sewer for treating urban domestic sewage, the ceiling here is as high as one person and the ground is as wide as two meters.

There are ditches with a lot of stinky sewage flowing on one side of the ground, while on the other side are narrow road platforms specially built with cement for inspection and maintenance personnel to walk.

Although the mice are dirty, they certainly don't like to eat shit very much.

So fortunately, Hallmaggio was taken directly to a relatively clean cement narrow road by a rat, and did not experience the terrible feeling of diving in the feces river.

"Safe."

Hallmaggio breathed a sigh of relief.

And those mice finally brought their food back to their "restaurant", and their emotions began to become more enthusiastic.

The mouse holding Hallmaggio seemed to have no intention of sharing food with its companions. It had just taken Hallmaggio to land smoothly, and suddenly opened its bloody mouth and wanted to swallow the food whole.

"Sorry, you're useless."

Hallmaggio said goodbye to his savior in his heart:

"Little feet, let me go back!"

The moment the mouse opened its mouth and swallowed down, Hallmaggio's body suddenly expanded more than ten times.

He changed back to its original state in an instant.

And the mouse, which had originally bite Halmagio's shoulder firmly with his mouth, suddenly expanded dozens of times in his mouth...it looked so tragic that it was indescribable.

The headless rat's corpse was bounced out like this.

Hallmaggio sat on the ground against the wall of the sewer.

The other mice seemed to not care about their companions' strange deaths at all.

They surrounded Hallmaggio tightly, smelling the creamy smell that became dozens of times stronger after it became bigger, and their saliva grinded their teeth.

The little heads of these mice could not understand why their food became bigger. They would only greedily watch the aroma of the food, and wandered around because they were afraid of Hallmaggio's size when they became bigger.

Of course, Hallmaggio didn't have the heart to pay attention to these mice who were willing to eat candy but could not kill people.

After completely obtaining security, he immediately focused on psychoanalysis of the current situation.

The first thing you need to confirm is naturally your physical condition:

One leg was shot on the knee, and then half of his shoulder was smashed and an arm was ruined.

For the stand-in messenger, this kind of damage is actually not very great.

After all, he still has one leg to walk and one arm to use, so he can continue fighting.

Unfortunately, the situation is different now - he wants to fight, but the enemy will not be so stupid to accompany him.

"Damn...why is the knee injured!"

"I'm limping now. If Mista was determined to escape, I wouldn't have been able to stop him!"

Hallmaggio realized that he had lost the ability to stop the enemy.

He couldn't help but regret his slackness and felt helpless about the decline of the battle:

Previously, Misda's bullet power had actually shrunk very much.

If he could hide for a while, it might be that for a few more seconds that Mista would have narrowed further, narrowing to a point that was almost no threat to him.

But not only did Hallmaggio not hide, but was also unfortunately miserable by Mista to use his little left time, which had the ability to kill, to smash his knees in two consecutive shots.

"Misda must have shrunk to no threat now."

"But I could only sit in the sewer with a wounded leg, watching the target I was responsible for running away!"

"Damn...Damn!"

Hallmaggio gritted his teeth, but he hated himself.

But no matter how much he blames himself or is unwilling to accept it, he can no longer change his current situation of being unable to take leg injuries.

Even if he escapes, he has to rely on the help of a mouse. Can he still crawl back to the ground and catch up with the enemy in such a mess?

"Wait...mouse?"

Hallmaggio suddenly thought of something.

He was a strong warrior, not an incompetent coward.

Those negative emotions lasted for only two seconds in my heart. Hallmaggio, who had just come to safety, immediately thought of a way to return to the battlefield.

So he couldn't help but lower his head and tried hard to observe the mice that were still drooling at the ice cream in the dark.
To be continued...