Kafka could no longer remain calm, and he hated what Frankmir had done.

Kafka roared angrily, but Frankimir had no idea what Kafka was mad about.

"Stinky boy, how dare you shoot me!" Kafka shouted, raised his axe, and threw it at Frankimir.

"What!" Frankimir had no idea what Kafka was talking about, and he didn't have time to ask in the face of the oncoming engineering axe.

Frankimir hurriedly blocked it with Gustav's heart, and the strong metal collision sound was loud and piercing, which showed how much strength Kafka used.

The two soon scuffled together, and Kafka attacked without reservation, and Frank Mire tried to explain, but could not find any chance.

Elena, who was standing on the sidelines, tried to dissuade her, but she seemed to be completely unable to interject, so she could only hurry around in a hurry, unable to think of anything that could stop their boring fight.

At that moment, several more bullets, roaring towards Frankimir and Kafka.

At this time, Kafka understood that it was not Franky Mill who shot at him just now, but there were obviously other people here besides the three of them.

Kafka immediately listened, and Frankimir pushed Kafka away, and they looked in the direction where the bullet was coming from, and it turned out to be several guys in black uniforms and copper masks.

Seeing the leader of these people, Kafka and Frankimir were stunned.

What appeared in front of them at this moment was Zhukov, who had been looking for them so hard.

Apparently next to Zhukov, the guy with the mask. Compared to Frazier, who was disfigured by Yulia, and behind him were two girls in leather clothes. It was also the two leather-clad women that Frankie Mill met in the laboratory of Moore Manor.

"It turned out to be you. But let me find you. Kafka exclaimed.

"Ha, ha, ha, it's been a long time, you're afraid that I'm miserable, so I have to be forced to give up the Twin Cities and run to this paradise island to be looked down upon, let's make a decision today." Zhukov said with a wicked smile.

"You old goblin, I'm going to break you to pieces." Kafka roared angrily.

"Frazier. Let them look and see your new body. Zhukov said to Fraser, who was beside him.

Fraser didn't say a word, and walked silently towards Kafka and Frankiemir.

At this time, the giant monster that had evolved from the mutated monkey just now happened to struggle to get up from the ground.

Unexpectedly, with just a light punch, Fraser instantly killed the huge monster that Frankimir and Kafka had been unable to kill with great effort.

Frankimir and Kafka were stunned, unable to believe that Fraser had such power, they had fought each other in the time of Feng Laiyi. Although Fraser is also very skilled, he has never been able to achieve such an exaggerated level.

Maybe it's because the huge monster is just dying, that's why Frazier punched so lightly. It ended the life of that monster once and for all.

Frank Mire and Kafka don't know how much credibility can be given to this noncommittal idea. However, none of them dared to take Fraser lightly, and immediately put on a defensive drive. The waiters came from Fraser's attack.

Fraser slowly approached them, seemingly deliberately slowing down. As he walked, he threw away his equipment, and eventually even gave up his gun.

Frankimir and Kafka, completely incomprehensible to Fraser, what exactly is this going to do, is he planning to disarm and surrender?

Just as Frankimir and Kafka were inexplicable, Fraser suddenly took out a copper needle about ten centimeters long from his shoulder, and injected the light yellow medicine in the needle into his body.

Immediately afterwards, Frank Mir's body gradually began to swell, and soon broke through the black uniform on his body, but Fraser's body did not stop expanding.

Because of Fraser's body, which completely broke his uniform, this allowed Frankimir and Kafka to see his skin very clearly, his skin was no longer human skin, but had turned into a smooth blue-black, somewhat dolphin-like skin, oily and slippery like an oceanic creature.

Frazier's body was still expanding, his body soon reached three meters, and the head that was originally wearing a mask now became sharp and long, much like a giant anteater, and his arms changed from two to limbs, and his fingers all turned into long claws.

When it was these four huge claws, it was already more than two meters, which made Frankimir and Kafka, at the same time, think of the Gulagri mutated Blok, it was really a night of horror.

Obviously, Fraser at this time was far less than Bollock at that time, and he was even more tall and mighty.

Frazier's double body also became unusually thick, and the five toes were separated from each other with thin and long fingers, which were connected to each other like a layer of extremely tough flesh webs, looking very much like a huge duck's paws, I wonder if he would swim like a duck if he was in the water at the moment.

In the blink of an eye, Fraser's body has fundamentally changed, and it can be said that he has completely become another creature, and in principle, he can no longer be called a human.

But one thing I have to admit is that compared to the other biochemical beasts that the three Frankimir encountered in the secret base before, the Fraser in front of him seemed so invulnerable.

His body did bear some resemblance to the Blok he met in the Gulag, but his body structure was more proportional and reasonable than that of Blok at that time, and it didn't look so disgusting.

Judging from the appearance alone, it is easy to conclude that Fraser must be a difficult opponent today, no wonder he was able to send that disgusting "synth" to hell so easily.

"How! This is the old man's masterpiece, I call it a 'super cyborg', an evolution of the 'synthetic beast', the old man is destined to be a genius biologist, but unfortunately my plan will all be in the hands of the dogs in your department. Now it's time for me to take revenge, I don't care if I'm a knight of the apocalypse or not, it doesn't mean anything to me at all. I want you to die without a corpse, only in this way can I relieve the hatred in my heart. Zhukov said with a warm face, and there was always a lingering treacherous smile on his face, which was a hatred for Frankimir, and a wild laugh at the imminent revenge.

Frankmir and Kafka have always had no good impression of Zhukov, he is a young man, but he looks like he is only in his early forties, and the excessive use of biochemical drugs makes them extremely disgusted with Zhukov, plus during this period of time, Zhukov has not done a good thing from beginning to end, and he is the minion and lackey of the Black Eagle, and he also tries to forcibly occupy the Twin Cities, and the eldest princess of the Twin Cities can be said to be friends of Frankmir and Kafka, which makes it impossible for them to have a good evaluation of Zhukov. (To be continued.) )