This Ultraman Has No Morals

After Dagu left, Worm looked at the fat Yoshioka.

"Well, Director Yoshioka, why don't you just stay in the Dolphin?"

Yoshioka was a little angry.

"Heh, what do you think of me? Do you think I'm one of those guys who sit in the office every day doing nothing?"

Worm probed.

"No...isn't it?"

Yoshioka's face turned black instantly.

"Of course not! I used to be in command of the Earth Defense Lord! You are the one, don't hold me back!"

After finishing speaking, Yoshioka picked up the submachine gun and rushed to the nearby building with a face full of anger.

Worm shrugged.

"Stubborn old people."

. . . . .

"biubiu..."

After entering the building, Worm and Yoshioka soon met their opponents. It was a triangular creature the size of a human head, which resembled red and silver rice dumplings. There was a small hole at the top of them, which could emit light to attack .

Yoshioka held the handle of the gun and leaned against a wall to reload.

"Hey, boy, you can't do it. I killed thirteen with one clip, and you only have nine."

Worm next to him pursed his mouth.

Damn, how does this old guy shoot so accurately!

Shooting worms is not bad, but it is by no means a strong point. These triangles are small in size, fast in movement and can also fly into the air. It is not bad to be able to kill nine of them without being attacked, but Yoshioka Killed thirteen under the same conditions, even Zong Fang might not have this shooting ability.

After changing the magazine, Yoshioka proudly patted Worm on the shoulder.

"Young man, learn a little bit. Boxing skills are not as strong as bullets. In today's technological society, the means of long-range strikes are much better than melee combat. Otherwise, you will be far behind us old men."

After speaking, Yoshioka rushed out of the corner with a standard tactical roll, and started to fight back against the steel rice dumplings outside.

"Nimma, you don't look like an old man with your skills!"

Worm also rushed out, and cooperated with Yoshioka to quickly wipe out this batch of zongzi again.

"Let's go now, the movement just now has attracted other guys."

"Director Yoshioka, this is not a problem. If we separate, there will be too many enemies. Our main purpose is to find Director Sawai and the others!"

"Stupid! There are only two of us. If we are scattered and surrounded by the enemy, we will die without a comrade in arms behind us."

"All right..."

Worm's plan fell through, he wanted to transform out of Yoshioka's sight.

"They're coming, this way..."

Looking at the Zongzi reappearing behind him, Yoshioka quickly grabbed Worm and ran to the stairs on one side.

"Boy, how many clips do you have?"

"There are three more, how about you?"

"Same, damn it, this number is too much, if only I could know where Sawai is."

"Go to the roof, the director must be there."

"you sure?"

Worm will definitely be there.

"My intuition tells me that instead of spending it here with them, it's better to take a gamble. Our six magazines are enough to charge one back and forth. If we keep consuming it, we will definitely suffer in the end."

Yoshioka gritted his teeth looking at the clips on his waist.

"Listen to you, fight!"

Seeing that Yoshioka was about to rush out, Worm put all his magazines into his hands.

"what are you doing?"

Worm pulled out a tactical dagger pinned to his trouser legs, and took out TC's latest technology, the photon shield, from his pocket.

"Hey, your marksmanship is accurate, I am better at close combat, so as to maximize the damage."

"You boy... don't die!"

"Don't worry, I will definitely attend your funeral, let's go!"

"Stinky boy! If I want to die, wait 100 years!"

"Heh, even if another 2 years pass, I won't die!"

The two cooperated all the way, and the killing efficiency was much faster than before. After encountering the enemy, Worm raised his shield and rushed up to attract a wave of firepower for Yoshioka.

After only firing one and a half clips, the two ran to the top floor.