After running out of twelve revolver bullets in an instant, the worm finally compressed the dodge space of the "C8" type test subject to the extreme, and looked at the "C8" type test subject who was tired of dodging not far in front of him, and the little worm pulled out the ****** behind his back without hesitation.

She was waiting for this moment.

Although his own reflexes could not keep up with the speed of the "C8" test subject's movement, the little insect used his brain, and relied on his accurate prediction and sharp marksmanship to force the "C8" test subject to no way out little by little.

In the eyes of the other test subjects in the vicinity, it seems that the "C8" type test subject actively hits the next bullet of the insect every time, but in fact this is not the case, and the small insect determines the direction in which the "C8" test subject is most likely to dodge in advance, and then strikes first.

Eventually, when the "C8" test subject had little room to dodge, it was the ****** in the worm's hand that awaited it.

With such a close distance and ****** fire coverage, it is impossible for even a "C8" test subject with ultra-high movement speed to dodge the next shot of the worm in this situation, in other words, this shot is a certainty.

Looking at ****** black muzzle, the "C8" test subject was clearly aware of this.

No longer trying to dodge, the "C8" type test subject directly blocked his face with his arms, and his body arched slightly, putting on a posture of wanting to carry the worm's shot, but the little worm didn't notice so much at all, she calculated and fired each shot in advance, and the bug had already pulled the trigger of the ****** before the "C8" type test subject pulled the stance.

"Bang!"

The power of the revolver was much greater than that of the revolver, and the strong recoil caused the worm's entire body to take half a step back, and a tongue of fire erupted, and the worm couldn't help but squint, but she quickly reopened her eyes to see if the "C8" test subject was dead.

It turned out to be a pity that there was none.

……

True to the role of being pointed out by the person in control to guard the entrance to the quarantine area, the "C8" test subject not only has a movement speed that cannot be detected by the human eye, but its own defense is also staggeringly strong.

Although it suffered a ****** bullet head-on, the "C8" type test subject did not suffer any fatal injuries, at most the flesh and blood of its forearm facing the small worm was beaten to pieces, which is not even an injury for the "C8" type test subject who has been fighting for the life of other test subjects for many years.

Speaking of which, I have to mention the dog-legged scimitar that Sonny found for Turtledove, which was ******so powerful that it only broke the scales on the surface of the "C8" test subject, and the turtledove cut a cut in the leg of the "C8" test subject, which shows the sharpness of the scimitar's edge.

At this time, the turtledove was next to him, and he was slapped by the "C8" type test subject just now, but fortunately, the "C8" type test subject did not use much force, and the turtledove itself did not directly hit the wall, but smashed into the body of several test subjects, all in all, the turtle dove quickly got up from the ground.

It didn't matter if the turtledove got up like this, as soon as he saw the "C8" type test subject running towards the worm, the first thought in his mind was: it's over, the worm is dead by now.

Turtledove had asked the insect if there was any way to deal with the "C8" type test subject, but the turtle dove did not answer him, and the turtle dove thought that the insect could not figure out a solution, who knew that the next little worm fired several shots in a row, forcing the fierce "C8" type test subject to be very embarrassed, which made the turtledove have to look at her with admiration.

However, in the face of absolute strength, the wit of the worm seemed a little pale and powerless.

The "C8" type test subject is too difficult to deal with, it is fast, its defense is high, and it is so large, presumably its strength will not be much worse, - such an opponent with protruding attributes, anyway, the turtledove will not be able to take it.

Especially after seeing the worm spray the "C8" type test subject with ****** once, the despair in the turtledove's heart became even stronger, he knew that the little worm's previous efforts were all to pave the way for this last shot, if this shot could not even break the defense of the "C8" type test subject, it meant that the worm's efforts were all in vain.

And not only was the effort in vain, but the next thing the worm had to face was the angry counterattack of the "C8" test subject, and the turtledove couldn't help the worm if he wanted to, because he was too far away from the worm.

"Be careful!"

Turtledove's mouth was wide open, and all he could do now was shout out such a sentence.

……

Worm never thought that she could kill the "C8" test subject with a single shot, never did, so after seeing that she didn't break the defense of the "C8" test subject with a single shot, the little worm didn't have much disappointment in her heart, and everything that happened so far was still all she expected.

"It's funny if the 'C8' test subject is killed by a single shot of himself. It's not that she doesn't have confidence, but that she has a full and accurate understanding of the power of the ****** in her hand, and is prepared for the worst.

Now it seems that we still have to prepare for the worst, so that we don't panic when the catastrophe comes.

Worm's head spun quickly, and the plan in her mind was not just to "******", Worm did have a forethought of what to do if ****** could not threaten the "C8" test subject, so she did not panic at this time.

Since one shot won't work, then I will have more machine guns myself.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

The sound sounded one after another, and the little insect couldn't stop spraying at the "C8" test subject, she knew that she must not stop, because as long as she stopped, there was no possibility of suppressing the other party.

Eventually, the ****** bullets were gone, and the two arms of the "C8" test subject had been beaten to a bloody pulp, and the nerves and bones inside could be faintly seen through the minced flesh.

However, the "C8" test subject was still not truly fatally wounded, and it felt the sharp pain coming from its forearm, and couldn't help but let out a wild roar, indicating that it couldn't wait to break the worm to pieces.

……

The worm still didn't show even a hint of panic, because even this step she had already thought of it, and casually threw away the empty ****** of the magazine, and the worm was ready to die with the "C8" test subject.