The wind was howling, the snow was flying, and Frankimir was frightened and frightened, dodging backwards one after another, for fear that he would be hit by mercury.

It wasn't until these tiny balls of mercury passed by Frankimir that Frankimir realized that the balls were not meant to attack him.

The scattered balls of mercury all converged on Frankmir's left shoulder, and crawled into the flint machine behind his left shoulder, seemingly turning into ammunition for the "Heart of Gustav" once again.

Frank Mire couldn't understand how this was done, what kind of principle it was, and how the trend of mercury would automatically return to the "heart of Gustav".

The balls of mercury that he liked kept pouring into Gustav's heart, and Frankmir looked at his left hand in amazement.

Suddenly, Frankimir unconsciously stretched out his left hand, slowly spread his palm, and the mercury ball that came to his face was thus forbidden in mid-air, neither ahead nor finished, and did not fall back on the snow.

Frankimir looked at the mercury balls curiously, and after a moment of silence, Frankimir lowered his left arm, and the mercury balls struck him again, and he immediately raised his hand here, and the mercury balls were once again forbidden.

After repeating this several times, Frankimir was intrigued, and he seemed to realize the essence of the "Heart of Gustav".

Frankie Mill straightened his left arm and slowly took a few steps forward, wanting to see what else was going on.

As Frankimir stepped forward, the ball of mercury motionless in front of him began to retreat in the same rhythm.

When Frankimir moves his hand, the mercury ball follows upwards, and when Frankimir's handle is downward, the mercury ball naturally follows downward.

Frankimir tried again and again, as if the "Gustav Heart" was able to control the mercury completely.

Frankie Mill looked thoughtfully at the ball of mercury in front of him, he never expected that there would be such an unexpected gain in this battle.

Just as Frankimir hesitated, he unexpectedly got up from the ground again. His withered and dull muscles were not relieved in any way, and only the body of steel could support his body.

The steel warthog let out a long howl on its back, a loud roar, resounding through the heavens and the earth, deafening. On his stiff metal face, there was no expression in it, neither any pain, nor a little pleasure, such a face, in addition to reflecting his ruthlessness, seemed to be unable to cast any of his moods.

Seeing the steel warthog crawl up again, Frank Mimir couldn't help but be shocked, he knew too well how difficult this guy was, he thought it was over, but he didn't expect that the steel warthog could get up again.

Frankimir stared at the steel warthog, and didn't bother to pay any attention to the mercury bullets.

The steel warthog once saw a new change in him, the steel body further replaced the original flesh and blood, the giant horns on his head became extremely large, and the eight sharp claws became thicker. Two of these eight claws further replace the legs of the steel warthog.

In the blink of an eye, the steel warthog suddenly turned into an out-and-out metal monster, and the steel warthog at this moment looked like the same armed mecha, without any difference at all.

With six arms, the steel warthog looks like the "Dark Phoenix" that Frankmir once piloted, but it lacks long wings, and its pointed head looks like the sharp horns of a bull today.

This change has made the Steel Warthog even taller, and it is by no means a fraction shorter than the "Frost Mecha".

The sabre-rattling six arms and the menacing face are enough for anyone to dare to underestimate the steel warthog at this time.

Frank Mire was shocked, the steel warthog, which was already difficult to deal with, now seemed even more difficult to deal with.

Frank Mire gasped, and his expression, which had already been relieved, suddenly changed all of a sudden.

In any case, Frankimir didn't want to continue fighting, neither his scarred body nor the little strength he had left was enough to support Frankimir in a battle with the steel warthog.

Frankimir wanted to escape, and that was not possible today. Even if you can escape today, you can't escape tomorrow, whether you want to fight or not, you must fight, you can't win the steel warthog, you only have a dead end, and it is impossible to say anything about revenge.

Frank Mill gritted his teeth and could only continue to bite the bullet and prepare to face the steel warthog. At the moment, although Frank Mire didn't want to continue fighting, he still wanted to try it until he did Frank Mire, and he didn't discover the ability of "Gustav's Heart" recently.

"Gustav's Heart" does not only fire mercury bullets, but also has the ability to manipulate mercury at will. Although Frankimir was not yet able to grasp this power and use it as an attacking force, it still made him happy, and he wanted to show his skills and put this incredible power to the test.

Seeing the steel warthog, still happily stretching his body, Frankie Mill didn't intend to let this perverted guy get carried away to the extreme.

Frank Miir immediately seized the opportunity, wanting to throw it and attack, but also to test how much of a power he had just discovered could do.

Under Frankimir's trend, countless balls of mercury rushed towards the steel warthog, slamming into the steel warthog, the tall steel armor, with a sharp or dull metal crashing sound.

Frank Mire's attacks, wave after wave, wave after wave, although the frequency is high, although the speed is fast, but in terms of strength, it seems to be a little powerless.

The dense drizzle of repeated attacks does not seem to be able to cause any damage and blow to the steel warthog, which is simply like giving the steel warthog a full body massage that soothes the meridians and invigorates the blood.

The steel warthog was also stunned by this fancy offensive at first, and was a little at a loss, for fear that he would fall into some trap, he had already suffered two losses inexplicably, and he must not be so arrogant, and once again thought that he was negligent, and fell into Frankimir's evil trick.

When it comes to each other's true strength, the Steel Warthog doesn't think that Frankimir is serious about his opponent, and the gap in the reminder is enough to say it all, which is in contrast to anyone, there is no doubt about it.

It's just that this Frankimir is too treacherous and cunning, and knowing that he has no ability to win, he keeps coming up with some evil poisonous tricks.

As the saying goes, the open gun is easy to dodge and the dark arrow is difficult to defend, and the steel warthog, who has blown a few losses, does not dare to act rashly and rashly, and can only figure out what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd, so as to dare to attack with confidence.

Now, the steel warthog can see clearly, Frank Mire's trick of fists and legs, and the mercury flying in the sky, are nothing more than flashy ornaments, and they are simply used to scare cowards.

The steel warthog had no scruples, he had delayed enough, it was a long night tonight, he had to end it all as soon as possible, and then go back to the KGB, if he continued to consume like this, it would inevitably lead to extraneous trouble, and he didn't want to make trouble for himself, so he decided to give it his all. (To be continued.) )