Frankimir and Pell suddenly heard the voice behind them, and they both felt a strong sense of fear, which was not a good sign, and everyone understood what it meant.

This is not a greeting to meet and smile, the base of the Dragon Court here is the forbidden place of the Twin Cities, and they are even more uninvited guests here, no one will greet them in this kind of place.

Someone is talking to them, which can only mean that they have been exposed, they have been discovered, what will happen next, maybe they are not sure, but anyone can guess, it will definitely not be a good thing.

The two men turned around at the same time and found a thin old man standing behind them. The old man looked to be about ten years old, and he had already reached his old age, he was wearing a black robe, he did not have any weapons in his hands, and his face was full of strange and kind smiles.

The old man's bony cheeks were as terrifying as the face of a dead man. But his kind smile seemed to tell Frankimir and Pell that he was friendly and not in any danger.

Frankimir and Pehr, you look at me, I look at you, they were a little speechless for a while, they didn't know if this old man was an underground base guard, logically speaking, he must be a garrison here, or a skilled worker or something, judging from his expression, it seemed to be more like their allies than opposing enemies.

For the sake of safety, Frankimir and Pell did not dare to be careless, they clutched their guns tightly, ready to attack at any time.

"If you shoot, everyone will hear it, and the guards will immediately come and shoot you into a honeycomb." The old man reminded them with kindness still maintaining a kind smile.

The old man was right, if a shot was fired here, the guards would be able to hear it, and they would swarm to encircle Frankmir and Pell. No matter how strong the two of them are, they will inevitably be outnumbered and torn to pieces by the garrison.

So it seems. Could it be that this old man is really here to help the two of them?

"Who are you?" Pell asked curiously, he didn't understand what the old guy was from.

"It doesn't matter who I am. I'm just interested in you. The old man said, holding out his withered fingers and pointing at Frank Mire.

"Me? What's wrong with me! I don't understand what you mean! Frankimir was a little puzzled, he didn't understand what he could arouse the curiosity of the unmasked old man in front of him. But he hasn't let his guard down.

"Your hand, your left hand, seems special, it seems to be different, what's going on? Who are you? The old man pointed to the "Heart of Gustav" on Frankmir's left arm.

"Well...... This is nothing ......" Frank Mimir didn't know what to say, he just remembered what Rada had said to him.

"No matter who you are, there are two of us, but you only have one, and it is not difficult to deal with you." Pell said as he removed the bayonet from the muzzle.

Pell was right, whether it was Franky Mill. It's still Pell himself, they all have the body of a bodybuilding coach, but the skinny old man in front of him is an out-and-out skinny bone. Any one of them would be able to easily break the old man's neck, and they wouldn't need to shoot at all.

"Are you sure? You must know that there is an aging saying in China, which is that you can't judge people by their appearance. The old man still smiled.

Frankmir looked at Pell and decided that what Pell said was not wrong, and he did not want to talk about the "heart of Gustav". He whispered with a gloomy face: "No matter who you are, your presence here is enough to show that we are friends and foes, and I don't want to waste time on you." ”

Frankimir and Pell made a tacit understanding with their eyes. They weren't afraid of this scrawny frail fellow, and it would be a bit of a joke if they were afraid of even a skinny old man, who was in danger, but not the kind of helpless three-year-olds. They decided to deal with the old man in front of them immediately, lest he run out to ventilate the news.

The old man seemed to see the two of them at a glance, but he did not show any consternation, and still smiled, always with a kind eyebrow. He slowly took off his ornate robes, and it seemed that he really planned to compete with them.

To the surprise of Frankimir and Peel, who had expected the old fellow to run away at once, they were not afraid to fight them alone, and to beat them both with him, which seemed a bit too unconscionable.

Although the courage of the old man in front of them was commendable, it did not frighten Frankimir and Pell by doing so, they could not be afraid of such an old man, and they could only find the old man's adventurous behavior funny, and they really felt sorry for the old man's age.

Before they could laugh, everything in front of them was shockingly reversed. The scrawny old man was undergoing incredible changes in his body, his cells and tissues began to divide and multiply, and his entire body was expanding dramatically, completely tearing through all the clothes on his body in an instant.

The old man who was still thin just now instantly turned into a giant beast more than three meters tall, and his originally weak and thin body was now full of infinite power. The crumpled old skin was now covered in a layer of black snake scales. The black snake scales instantly spread to the old man's body, and on the arms that became thicker and thicker, very sharp claws immediately grew, and a long smooth tail also sprang out from behind him. Even the old man's face had completely changed, he was no longer an old man, and he was now more like a giant lizard that could walk upright, rather than a man.

This immediately brought Frank Mill to mind Blok and Chelsea, and despite their many differences, there seemed to be something in the dark that connected them to each other, because they seemed to be completely out of the picture.

"What is this! Could it be that this old guy is a biochemical soldier, this is too incredible, he can change when he says it, and he doesn't even need to inject catalytic drugs. Frankimir exclaimed in disbelief.

"I think I know who this old guy is, and it looks like we shouldn't have bothered him. We've got the wrong guy, and we're in big trouble! Pell looked a little helpless.

"What are you talking about? What is it? Lizard man? It's like watching a cartoon! Frankie Mill looked at Pell with a confused expression.

"They are the 'Wurmmon', and the one we met must be the so-called 'Four Great Protectors', it is said that this is the strongest biochemical soldier in the Twin Cities, able to change their form at will, and it is rumored that they are even more powerful than the Sixteen Divine Beasts." Pell said helplessly in frustration.

"Four Dharma Protectors!" Frank Miir didn't quite understand, he seemed to have heard the name, and some didn't seem to have heard it.

"That's right, it seems that this is a fierce battle, let's ask for more blessings!" Pell said as he struck a battle pose.

Frank Mire was stunned for a moment, if this guy in front of him was really a cyborg soldier, then there was nothing to fear for him, he had the "Heart of Gustav" in his hands, and according to Rada, this was the real "Heart of Gustav".

"Gustav's Heart" is the nemesis of the Biochemical Soldier, which gives Frankimir a lot of confidence. This makes him not afraid of any biochemical soldier at all, even if the strongest biochemical soldier in the world appears in front of his eyes, as long as he has the "Gustavus Heart" in his hand, Frankimir has the absolute certainty and confidence of victory, and will not feel any worry and anxiety at all, "Gustav's Heart" is the undoubted killer weapon that ensures his victory.

Frankimir quickly adjusted the "Heart of Gustav" on his left arm, and without thinking about it, a sharp and long mercury bullet flew out of the muzzle between his ten and middle fingers, and went straight to the "Wurmmon" who was busy cleaning his newborn body.

The speed of the mercury bullet is very fast, and it chokes the throat of the "wurmmon". But who would have thought that the wet and smooth tail of the "Wurmon" seemed to be faster than the mercury bullet. When the mercury bullet was still about thirty centimeters away from the "wurmmon", the slender mercury was tightly wrapped around the "wurmmon's" slippery tail.

The speed of the "wurmmon" is faster than the bullet, which makes Frankimir and Pell a little hard to believe what they have seen. With such speed, the "wurmmon" had no chance of winning, not even a chance to escape.

They glanced at each other, and it seemed that this guy in front of them was really difficult to deal with. (To be continued.) )