Misda's eyes were empty.

The inch-headed man who was still standing in front of him one second disappeared in the whistling sound of bullets in the next second.

No.3 and No.5 of the sexy pistols flew out with the bullet that suddenly lost its target, first circled in mid-air like headless flies, and then flew back in shock.

"Misda, the enemy is gone!"

"It's just, like a ghost..."

The timid No.5 reported in Misda's ear in such a panic.

"Stupid!"

No.3 rudely reprimanded his cranky companion:

"What a ghost, this is clearly the enemy's stand-in ability!"

"That shorthair disappeared from front of us in an instant, and his stand-in ability might be teleportation!"

"Teleport?"

Misda frowned slightly.

Although the enemy's sneak attack just now only cut his palm superficially, the strange method of the other party that disappeared out of thin air still made him instinctively sense the crisis.

Now hearing No.3's inference, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought:

"The enemy's ability is really teleporting?"

"No... If there is the convenience of teleportation, then the other party can move directly in front of him before, and there is no need to waste time and effort to disguise himself as an ordinary citizen. ”

"So, what exactly is the enemy's stand-in ability? Why does it disappear from our precepts in an instant? ”

There were so few clues that Misda couldn't deduce anything.

He could only hold his pistol tightly, carefully guarding against the next wave of attacks that could happen at any moment.

However, what makes people feel uneasy is that the enemy has not moved since he disappeared, and he seems to have no intention of reappearing and continuing to attack.

"Why don't you go on the offensive anymore..."

"Could it be that the enemy just did it just to knock over that bucket of ice cream?"

"Or... The enemy's offensive is actually over, what has he done to me quietly? ”

Misda had a faint sense that something was wrong.

He couldn't help but look down at the only trace left on him by the enemy, the cut wound on the palm,

The injury was not serious, but a layer of flesh was shallowly cut by the thin stand-in with his fingers, and there was not much blood.

"The injury wasn't serious, and it didn't look like it was poisonous."

"What the hell is the enemy trying to..."

Misda was puzzled, but the voice that was talking to herself stopped abruptly.

Because he finally found out what the enemy had done to him, what had happened to him—

He got smaller.

His whole body shrunk by one, and he looked like a matryoshka doll that had been stripped of a shell.

The clothes on his body, the gun in his hand, and even the six stand-ins haunting beside him all shrank in equal proportions with the shrinking size of Misda.

He didn't notice the gap just by looking at himself, but he had just casually compared his palm with the ice cream bucket that had fallen on the enemy, and he immediately noticed the problem on his body.

And Misda turned his head to look at the car parked on the side of the road:

I used to be 1.79 meters tall, but when I stood up straight, my head was just level with the roof of a sedan with a height of about 1.4 meters.

"I'm getting smaller, and the process of getting smaller continues!"

An instinctive flash of horror flashed across Misda's face.

The feeling of watching your reflection shrink little by little from the glass of a car is really weird and tingling.

Now his body has shrunk to look like an underdeveloped teenager, and he is still advancing towards the figure of an elementary school child at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Misda has no doubt that if this state continues, he may become an "ant" at the mercy of others because of this strange stand-in attack.

To stay still is to sit still, and he must act as soon as possible to fight back.

So, Misda eagerly began to think in tension:

"Shrink, the enemy can shrink the object, that is..."

"That guy didn't disappear or teleport just now, but shrunk himself and hid it!"

At this moment, Misda finally saw through the secret of the enemy's disappearance just now.

But it doesn't seem to make much sense to know the secret now.

Misda looked around and searched carefully, his eyes swept back and forth several times, but he found no trace of the enemy:

There was nothing on the ground except a puddle of spilled ice cream, a few inconspicuous gravels, and seven or eight small ants emerging from the cracks in the ground.

"Oops... I don't have the ability to perceive at all. ”

"Even if I knew that the enemy was shrunk and hidden, there would be no chance that I would be able to find his body for a while!"

Time was ticking, and Misda's body was shrinking every minute and every second.

It's not just him who has shrunk, but also the gun in his hand, the bullets in the gun.

He knew in his heart that if he continued to shrink like this, the revolver that was his only means of attack would soon lose its power due to its small size.

Now he has no time to waste, and he doesn't have the kung fu to rely on the naked eye to trace the traces one by one.

"In that case, I can only..."

Unable to trace, unable to fight back, there is only one way left in front of Misda:

"Run!"

Misda spun awkward.

His heart was crossed, his teeth were gritted, and he suddenly stepped away from his little short legs.

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When Misda turned and fled in desperation, the inch-headed man, Hormagio from the assassination team, was leisurely hiding in Misda's pants pocket to rest.

He immediately turned his head and used his ability on himself after slashing the palm of Misda's hand with a stand-in.

Unlike other targets that require a certain amount of time to shrink continuously, when Holmagio uses his abilities on himself, he can complete the entire shrinkage process in a split second.

In this way, he first shrunk himself into an inconspicuous little man the size of his fingers, and then used the chaos he created by "disappearing into thin air" to quietly grab his trouser leg and climb up into Misda's trouser pocket.

It was impossible for Misda to have imagined that the enemy she was looking for had been hiding behind her all along.

And when Misda turned around and hurried away at a loss, Holmagio, who was hidden in his pants pocket, laughed even more:

"Is this little ghost trying to escape from my ability by widening the distance?"

"It's a good idea, but alas..."

The arcane meaning of sprinting can indeed crack most stand-in abilities.

Because the effectiveness of the stand-in ability is generally divided into two situations:

One is a one-shot deal, and even if the target's state is permanently changed after use, even if the main body dies or goes out of range, the target affected by the ability will not be restored to its original state.

Take Giorno's Golden Experience, for example.

The other is a continuous skill, which needs to continuously exert influence on the target after use, and the effect of the double can be removed by killing the main body or staying away from the stand-in.

For example, Proschute's heroic success.

And now, it should be obvious to Misda:

His body is shrinking, and this situation must require an enemy stand-in to influence it.

In this way, as long as he can escape the range where the enemy's stand-in ability can take effect, the reduced effect on his body will naturally be removed.

The idea is doable, and it's the only best option for Misda right now.

It's a pity...

"How far can you run!"

"I'm sticking to you like a bank dunning text message right now, how can you escape my power?"

Holmagio chuckled smugly.

He had received a call for help from Gaqiu to chase down Misda, who was looking for ice, and was a little worried at first.

Because Misda's ability to lock his head and aim at himself was almost incomprehensible from a distance, Holmagio was a little worried that he might not find a chance to get close at all.

But he never expected that his most worrying and nervous level would be passed so lightly.

Misda is really an innocent and immature thug as the intelligence says, he will hesitate to worry about accidentally injuring civilians when he encounters ordinary citizens, and he does not have the decisiveness and ruthlessness of the underworld people who "would rather kill the wrong thousand".

"How can a person in a high position have such a woman's kindness?"

"The boss's legacy, the authority of the organization, and the special intentions worth hundreds of billions, you naïve guys probably can't afford it!"

Like his companions, Holmagio's way of thinking is long since different from that of normal people.

Normal people are domestic animals in captivity by morality and rules, and they are predators who jump out of all restrictions.

Misda's naïve performance made Holmagio unconsciously scorn this opponent, and he does have the ability to relax like this now-

After all, the most difficult level has passed, and the next battle should be even less difficult:

"Misda's ability is only to manipulate bullets, and he has no perception at all."

"When he slowly discovers the truth, then there will be no need for me to hide it."

Holmagio thought to himself.

Then, at this moment, Misda ran out for more than ten meters in vain...

Hormagio suddenly felt that the "No. 11 bus" he was taking suddenly stopped.

"Why did he stop here?"

"Could it be that he could detect me so quickly... This shouldn't be! ”

Holmagio carefully reined in his breath, for fear that he would be spotted by Misda if he was too big.

And Misda didn't do anything at first, just looked down at the ground carefully, and didn't know what he was observing.

The air suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

This silence made Holmagio's heart faintly uneasy, and the excessive ease that had just been caused by the excessive advantage was also instantly restrained by him.

Finally, in his nervous gaze...

Misda suddenly reached out a hand and tentatively reached for both of her pants pockets.

The first pocket didn't touch anything.

He immediately reached for his second pocket.

"He really found out! Why?! ”

Looking at the big hand that fanned him, Holmagio's face changed drastically.

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PS: Stand-in panel

Stand-in name –

Ontology - Holmagio

Destructive power: D

Speed: B

Range Range: E

Persistence: A

Precision of action: D

Growth: C

A skinny humanoid double with long, sharp nails.

The target stabbed by the double's index finger will gradually shrink and can be used on the main body. Shrunken objects can be instantly restored to their original size with active disarming abilities.