The ants on the road are still lined up diligently.

The mice at the drain were grinning at the prey with great enthusiasm.

But before the buttercream frosting wrapped around Hallmaggio had time to attract him ants and mice, he brought him a fatal bullet.

“There’s there!”

"Misda, the enemy is under the tree!"

no.1 A sharp and light shout exploded in the air.

The first bullet it rode was considered a reconnaissance cavalry sent by Mista. At this moment, it had consumed more than half of its energy during the reconnaissance process and could not turn the direction to attack.

However, under the urgent and timely reminder of no.1, Mista, who had been ready to go, quickly pulled the trigger.

Two bangs and two gunshots, the second and third bullets began to embark on the journey with the life of Hallmaggio.

They broke into the fire and drew two brilliant spiral arcs in the air under the control of those "bullet knights".

These two arcs of smoke quickly gathered into a ball in the spiral, as if the two bullets condensed into a sharp blade, and they slashed at Hallmaggio in a fierce manner.

"Oops!"

Hallmaggio's face looked extremely ugly.

He didn't expect that the little ghost who had no perception could find his trace so quickly that he put him in an extremely dangerous situation:

Now Mista's figure has indeed shrunk to the same size as a child, but to this extent, it cannot completely lose the fatal power of the guns in his hand.

In other words, as long as Hallmaggio becomes larger now, his huge body will become an extremely conspicuous target.

And if he doesn't get bigger, he will be even more looking for death!

The ability of a sexy pistol is almost every shot. As long as the trace is exposed, no matter how small the body of Hallmaggio is, he cannot guarantee that he can escape bullet tracking.

And if he used such a small body to catch Mista's bullets, his death would probably be very ugly.

"No way"

There is no choice at all.

Now Hallmaggio can only restore his body to its original state, and use his stronger and more resistant body to try to withstand Mista's attack.

So he immediately flashed out from behind the tree trunk, and then jumped from the roadside in front of him.

Just like Dagu who took out the divine light stick, Hallmaggio's figure instantly expanded into a "giant" dozens of times taller, and then landed steadily on the road ahead.

Looking at the "monster" who suddenly turned into a tall man, the mice who could hardly hold back their heads were suddenly nervously shrank.

If it weren't for the more intense and tempting sweetness on Hallmaggio's body as it grew bigger, these timid guys would probably have scattered and fled.

And now Hallmaggio is of course not in the mood to beware of these mice that are drooling at him.

What he was more worried about was Mista's bullets.

Just as he had just become bigger, the two bullets were already flying over.

Because Hallmaggio's figure suddenly became larger, the bullet lost the originally locked target, and the previously set trajectory also made a slight error.

These bullets that were originally aimed at Hallmaggio's small head were caught off guard and hit the bigger Hallmaggio's leg.

Hallmaggio's body, which had just stood firm, suddenly trembled.

After Mista's size decreased, these bullets that were reduced in proportion were actually less powerful.

The bullet felt like it was a sharp needle that was suddenly drilled into the body. If it weren't for the brain, the heart would probably not be able to kill anyone.

If it is just a hit on the leg, it will be an irrelevant injury.

However, the fatal one is

The part where Hallmaggio was hit by a bullet was not the thick skin and thick thighs, nor the calves with knotted muscles, but one of the most important joints that support the body, the knees.

He was shot twice in the knee of his left leg, and a hole was chiseled out of the crucial articular cartilage.

The broken knee could no longer support the weight of his entire person, and his entire body was tilting towards the side.

"Damn it's a big trouble!"

Hallmaggio finally managed to hold back the pain and stabilize his body, but his face was as pale as a dead person:

It's really raining all night.

He originally wanted to grow older and rely on his flexible skills to barely avoid it, and try to protect himself from death.

As long as he does not die, even if he is seriously injured, as long as he can survive until Mista's body shrinks further, he will have a chance to turn the tables.

But now, just the first wave of attacks, he has injured his crucial knee.

He had difficulty walking with joint damage, let alone moving.

Without a pair of good legs, Hallmaggio lost most of his ability to move and the capital to save his life in front of Misda.

And Mista also clearly realized this.

The two bullets had just successfully chiseled out the small piece of blood, and he immediately pointed the gun at the bigger Hallmaggio.

The gun is about to fire, bringing death.

Now Hallmaggio cannot move or dodge. Even if he can barely protect the vital points with his hands, he will definitely die quickly on those bullets that are as flexible as birds.

The winner who had been sitting firmly on Diaoyutai was caught off guard and was in a state of doom.

"I didn't expect it?"

"The innocent little guy you look down on is going to win!"

Misda gently pulled the trigger back with his fingers.

The fourth bullet is about to roar.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze.

"yes"

"I really didn't expect it."

Hallmaggio, who was in a desperate situation, said with emotion:

"Your power is indeed worthy of respect, but you can still force me to this level."

"I underestimated you before. This is indeed an unforgivable mistake."

The advantages in intelligence, ability, superiority in character, and excessive success in the battle all made the previous Hallmaggio unknowingly make the mistake of despising the enemy.

And now, this kind of contempt has long disappeared from his eyes.

Instead, it is a firm, serious, sharp look like a blade:

"I won't make this mistake again!"

"What?"

During this almost stagnant time, Misda vaguely noticed something was wrong:

Because there is no fear in Hallmaggio's expression, nor is there any reluctance to failure and death.

The tough facial lines were written with firmness, as if he had any other way to escape from the Jedi.

Is this method really possible?

Just like before, Hallmaggio couldn't figure out the method of Misda's perception, now, Mysda can't understand Hallmaggio's escape method:

He was clearly even broken in his knee, could he still run?

Is it going to be smaller?

Even if you get smaller, you won’t be able to cure your leg injury!

Isn’t it even more impossible for a big cripple to escape?

In this flash, Mista involuntarily conceived various impossible possibilities.

Finally, the trigger pulled.

With Misda's nervousness and doubts, the fourth bullet whizzed out.

And just before the flame could bloom, Hallmaggio had already given the answer to Mista’s question:

"Littlefeet!"

At this moment, his body, which had just changed back to normal, suddenly became smaller again.

"Remember, Mysda"

"My name is Hallmaggio!"

Hallmaggio finally officially announced his reputation to his opponent with a roar.

But this yell seems to be not just venting emotions and expressing will.

It was faintly as if he was deliberately provoking someone with his voice.

And amid this roar, Hallmaggio once again shrank to the size of his finger.
To be continued...