Although "Wurmon" only intercepted a mercury bullet, this seemingly insignificant little trick has been able to prove that "Wurmon" is a guy who makes him hot.

Both Frankiemir and Pell were stunned by the speed of the "wurmmon", which was completely unbelievable. If the Wurmmon moves faster than bullets, it can easily take all of its attacks, and unless they now have a more special weapon, its physical attacks will have no effect at all.

The two of them looked at the "Wurmmon" in front of them left and right, they seemed to be carefully observing every detail of the "Wurmmon", wanting to do everything possible to think of a way to deal with this guy, even if the "Wurmmon" was outstanding, but they would never sit still.

After some observation, they immediately noticed that the wet tail of the "wurmmon" was not just a tail, it was a snake, a thick and vicious python, and it was the hideous and terrifying ugly snake head that bit the shining mercury bullet, and finally completely neutralized Frankimir's attack.

"Do you think the snake can see?" Pell asked Frank Mire in a low voice.

"How do I know! But it seems that it should be possible, and it may be the 'Wurmmon', the most powerful weapon. Frankimir shook his head, then nodded.

So he had four limbs and eyes, which meant that she was able to see both in front of her and behind her at the same time. If 'Wurmmon' really has this ability, we won't have any chance of winning, which makes 'Wurmmon' even easy to see through our attacks. Pell said, staring at the wurmmon.

"Do you want to attack this guy back and forth? I think he can see. Frankie Mill seems to have guessed Pell in mind.

"Anyway, when you fire bullets, the sound you make is much lower than that of a machine gun, which may not reveal my tracks, but it obviously won't be able to deal with 'wurmmon'. If we want to survive, we have to find another way, and now we have to join forces to deal with it. Of course, there must be a feasible battle plan, otherwise I will only ask for hardship and have no chance of winning, and I don't want to die at the hands of this disgusting guy. Pell said, waving his hand.

"I don't want to die in its hands, so what are you going to do?" Frankie Mill looked at Pell quizzically.

"I used to learn a little bit of martial arts. It's not very powerful, but let me defeat eighteen martial arts masters in Twin Cities one after another, so I was deceived into the title of a brave general. Now I'm here to get this guy's attention, and then you look for opportunities. Take advantage of it not noticing you, wait for the opportunity to attack, after all, we are two people, we should give full play to the advantage of being outnumbered, and the best way to sneak attack the unconscious. Pell recounted his battle plan.

"That's a good idea, but I think maybe it's not that simple." Frankie Mill hesitated.

"Since there's no better way, we'll have to give it a try." Pell shook his head helplessly.

"Okay, then you from the left, I'll from the right, once it focuses all its attention on you. I'll attack it right away, and I'll never miss it again this time. Frankimir nodded in agreement.

Pell clutched the bayonet he had taken from the machine gun in his hand, and in order to make sure that nothing was wrong, he still drew his pistol, and he didn't want to shoot the other garrisons unless he had to, but if it was time to face the choice of life and death, he could only choose to shoot without hesitation, at least at that time, even if it was to alarm the other garrisons. It doesn't matter anymore.

The burly Pell is completely comparable to Frankimir, and for the human beings themselves, they are all in the category of taller. But in front of this three-meter-tall "wurmmon", the originally tall Pell looked as petite and powerless as a three-year-old child.

Pell cautiously walked towards the "wurmmon", and Frankimir slowly retreated without moving. Neither of them thought that they had always regarded each other as enemies in the past, but now they met on the first day. It's a great irony to work together to defeat the mighty cyborg soldiers.

No one knows if they can really work together with each other. They have never had any tacit understanding at all, and they have never had any cooperation. Everything can only be left to fate, and I hope that their temporary combination can play an unexpected tacit understanding.

Pell leveled the stab in his hand, so that the sharp tip of the knife was facing the "wurmmon", looking for the best position to attack.

While Pell scrutinizes "Argomon", "Argomon" is also scrutinizing Pell. Everything about the "wurmmon" looks like there is no flaw at all, its whole body is wrapped in black snake scales, and there are no fragile external organs exposed to the snake scales. This left Pell with no idea where to attack the "wurmmon".

At that moment, Pell suddenly thought about it, he didn't need to launch a real attack, he just needed to take a feint, his purpose was not to defeat the "Wurmmon", but to try to attract the attention of the "Wurmmon", as for the task of defeating the "Wurmon", just leave it to Frankimir to deal with.

Although Pell doesn't know whether Frankimir is a trustworthy person or not, but at the moment they have no choice but to pin their hopes on each other, judging from Frankimir's own strength, Pell has every reason to believe that Frankimir can seize the opportunity and successfully defeat the "Argomon".

All Pell has to do now is launch a feint and try to protect himself from injury as much as possible. At this time, he noticed that Frankimir had already circled far behind the "Wurmmon", and it was time for him to attack, otherwise the "Wurmon" would most likely turn his attention to Frankimir.

If the "Wurmmon" has their eyes on Frankimir and intends to kill him first, then their plan is likely to fail completely, and if a person wants to deal with the "Wurmmon", it is almost impossible to win, so they must cooperate with each other at the moment, and only by working together can there be a glimmer of hope of victory.

After some weighing, Pell decided to attack the eyes of the "wurmmon", which may be a little too conspicuous, so that the "wurmmon" can easily intercept and open the room, and it is almost impossible to hurt the "wurmmon", but this will undoubtedly maximize the attention of the "wurmmon".

Pell made up his mind to do what he said, he raised the bayonet in his hand so that it was parallel to his shoulder, he slowly withdrew his hand, but stabbed it out again, and he leaped to his feet, taking the "wurmmon" in the left eye.

As Pell had predicted, the "wurmmon" would never ignore such an oncoming direct attack. The "wurmmon" immediately launched a counterattack, and its sharp and long claws came straight for Pell's head.

Pell is really not a vegetarian, he took advantage of the situation, avoided the claws of the "wurmmon", and then kicked the back of the "wurmmon" hand with his left foot, jumped into the air with the force, and immediately went down, and once again aimed at the left eye of the wurmon with the stab in his hand.

The "wurmmon" quickly raised its claws upwards and stabbed them straight into the cavern's sky. At this time, the claws were aimed at the center of Peel's eyebrows, which was a lose-lose shot, even if Pell really stabbed the left eye of the "Argonian", his own would be pierced by the claws of the "Argonian", and he would be disemboweled.

Pell didn't plan to play with the wurmmon, they were just trying to distract them. He suddenly made a volley flip, and the arm that was originally aimed at the left eye of the "wurmmon" and clenched the bayonet instantly turned into a thigh that straightened his ankles.

Pell stepped on the forehead of the "wurmmon", and with the huge impact generated by it, he skillfully dodged the claws of the "wurmmon", and soon launched a new round of attacks.

In the contest with the "Wurmmon", Pell has never been at a disadvantage, in Frankimir's opinion, where is this a little bit of martial arts, is simply a master of martial arts, watching Pell and the "Wurmmon" fight so wonderfully, Frankimir seems to have forgotten what he should do for a while.

After all, there is a huge disparity in strength between Pell and the "Wurmmon", and after three moves and five styles, white sweat began to break out on Peel's forehead. If he continues to fight like this, Pell is bound to suffer, he wants to know what Franky Mire is doing now, why he doesn't wait for the opportunity to attack, and he is afraid that he will not be able to resist for long.

Because he was always thinking about Franky Mir's affairs, he wanted to find an opportunity to see what he was doing, consciously or unconsciously. Such a distraction made Pell, who was already a little struggling, even more hurried, and began to be a little unbearable.

With a careless move, the slippery tail of the "wurmmon" wrapped around Peel's right leg, which made Pell completely lose his balance, and all the attacks disappeared in an instant.

This kind of situation is extremely unfavorable for Pehr, if he can't think of a way to get out, I'm afraid that his life will be difficult to save today. (To be continued.) )