On the ground.

Watching Hallmaggio escape into the drain, Misda'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.

Are you not afraid of being eaten by mice in the sewer if you do this? That is a way to die of a hundred times more terrifying death by being shot!

Misda couldn't help but be shocked by Hallmaggio's ruthlessness.

After a moment of subconscious confusion, he finally suddenly realized:

"Damn it...don't run!"

Misda immediately pulled the trigger and fired two bullets one after another.

No.6, no.7, each of the two team members drove a bullet and followed the direction of Hallmaggio's disappearance and crashed into the black drainage pipe.

The bullet flew into the drain, and in order not to hit the narrow pipe wall, the first thing to do was to try to turn a 90-degree bend.

This rough rotation method alone is enough to consume most of the kinetic energy of the bullet.

But when the sexy pistols finally adjusted their ballistics, they were greeted with darkness.

"Misda, Misda!"

After a rapid shuttle, the Bullet Knights' rushing screams echoed in Misda's mind:

"That guy is not in the drain, he has already hid in the sewer."

"The light in the sewer is too dark, and we can't lock in the target at all!"

"Is there no way..."

Misda's face showed a slight helplessness.

He knew that his self-aiming ability was actually based on the "naturally guided" of sexy pistols, and his effect would be lost as long as the environment was too dark.

At this time, Misda's substitute began to remind him nervously in his mind:

"Misda, I, we're shrinking again!"

"If this continues, the bullet will completely lose its power!"

Misda's shrinkage will reduce the items on his body and his own substitute at the same time.

After his previous confusion, escape, stopped to observe, and shot, his body shrank to about half a meter. The word "dwarf" was very reluctant to use on him.

Now that it will be further narrowed, the situation will become very bad.

If the enemy uses some method to fight him, Mista may not even be able to take out the way to hurt his opponent.

"Misda, run!"

"Run out of that guy's ability quickly and we will be completely safe!"

"Um."

Misda nodded heavily.

While loading the revolver that was empty in the bullet, he turned around and ran away to escape in the distance.

However, he had just taken two steps when his legs stopped involuntarily.

"Hello!"

The impatient no.3 urged in Misda's ears and couldn't help but urge:

"Why stop? Run away quickly!"

"Ice cream...I haven't got the ice cream yet."

Misda suddenly turned around.

He looked at the ground more than ten meters away, and the half bucket of ice cream rolling to the ground.

Before, he was only concerned about how to escape under the strange attack of the enemy, but he didn't even have time to care about the mission he was carrying on this trip:

"I have to go back and bring that half of the ice cream to the bucket."

"Li Qing is still waiting for these ice creams to help her life!"

Misda suddenly said very seriously.

"Go back and pick up ice cream?"

As a rare stand-in with a self-aware and distinctive personality, no.3 does not particularly agree with this idea:

"Misda, don't you notice we're shrinking?"

"Ice cream or something, it's better to wait until we escape from the enemy's ability first, and then come back and get it after it becomes larger!"

Its advice is the safest and safest.

But Mista did not agree.

Because in addition to considering his own safety, he is also considering the safety of his companions:

"It is certainly safe to escape first, but that will take a lot of time."

"But what we lack the most now is time!"

The range of the little feet is only 2 meters.

But the range refers to the distance the substitute can move away from the body, and does not refer to the range of influence in which the substitute's ability can take effect.

For example, in the "future" without Li Qing, Hallmaggio escaped into the sewer when fighting Nalanga. The distance between the two sides was far more than 2 meters, but the shrinking state of Nalanga was not completely lifted.

Therefore, the range of influence of ability is sometimes much larger than the range of the stand-in, and its specific size is difficult to estimate.

This is like a wifi signal. If the signal becomes weaker when it is far away, the connection will naturally be interrupted.

The signal connection range that allows the substitute's ability to continue to take effect may be nearly 100 meters or even hundreds of meters, while the smallest may generally be a distance of tens of meters.

Misda vaguely knew such common sense.

That's why he doesn't want to accept the suggestion of running away and protecting himself first:

"After such a long distance, when I run out and return, I don't know how much time has been wasted."

"And Li Qing is still trapped in the station--his guy who is so tall that he is actually trapped, the situation must be even more serious than we imagined."

"I spend one more second on the road, and Li Qing's life will be more dangerous!"

Misda said his thoughts so firmly.

At the same time, he had already begun to turn his direction and took steps towards the surviving half-bucket of ice cream more than ten meters away.

“Misda…”

no.3 I still want to say something but stop.

But Mysta said confidently:

"Don't worry, this is not as dangerous as you think."

"Don't forget that the guy named Hallmaggio has been crippled with my knees and it's difficult to walk now."

"It's only a dozen meters away, and it will take me a few seconds to get it."

"In such a short time, even if he knew I was going back to get ice cream, could I still let a cripple rush in front of me?"

Hearing this, no.3 closed his mouth with confidence.

Because it understood that Mista’s actions were not a silly act because of his companion’s safety, but a correct decision made after careful consideration:

He was right, Hallmaggio is now a disabled person.

This guy just ran into the sewer in a mess, and was bitten by a mouse on his shoulder.

Even if he was not dead or moving, he was injured by one leg and was living in such a dark and narrow sewer, how could he be faster than Mista running on the wide avenue?

By the time Hallmaggio limped onto the ground with one leg, Misda probably had escaped with ice cream long ago.

If you think about it carefully, the decision he made was actually very safe.

In this way, Misda tried his best to move his legs and ran quickly towards the rear.

Soon, he ran the dozens of meters safely and then bent down and picked up the half bucket of ice cream.

For Mista, who is now seriously shrinking in size, such an ice cream bucket is so big that he almost needs to wrap his hands around him.

Fortunately, Misda is strong and has a great strength. After shrinking, she can walk vigorously with this half bucket of ice cream.

Everything went smoothly and no danger happened.

The lame Hallmaggio seemed to be rotting in the sewer, without any movement.

So Misda held the ice cream bucket and turned around quickly, and began to run towards the train station.

However, before he could run two meters away, a strange sound rang in front of him.

The sound came from the manhole cover in front of Mista:

Squeak, squeak...
To be continued...