Somewhere in the underground hall, many people were busy, constantly coming in and out.
There was a large amount of information on a table in the hall. Franklin sat in front of the table and kept looking at the contents of the information, occasionally quickly sketching on it with a quill.
His eyes were bloodshot and he looked like he hadn't rested for a long time. The blue robe he was wearing was wrinkled and looked a little sloppy as it hadn't been washed for many days. Many people around him were similar to Franklin, and they were all busy and exhausted.
At this moment, rapid footsteps sounded, and a man opened the door of the hall and ran in quickly. It was Franklin's subordinate, the red-haired "Fire Spirit" Prome.
With a bit of surprise and panic on his face at this time, Promi quickly ran to Franklin's desk and said: "Captain, captain, things are going bad. All the people in Jos's group have lost contact."
"Yeah." After hearing what he said, Franklin simply responded. Because he had been processing too much information for a long time, his reaction was slow. He didn't even raise his head, but continued to look at the contents of the data room.
Promi was stunned.
About three seconds later, Franklin suddenly reacted, stood up suddenly, grabbed Promi's clothes, pulled him in front of him, and shouted: "What did you say? Say it again." After just shouting one word, Franklin realized When he lost his composure, he quickly suppressed his voice, but his eyes were looking straight at Promi, as if he wanted to eat someone.
"I... Gudong!" Promillo swallowed nervously and said cautiously, "Captain, I just discovered that Jos's group is completely out of contact, and the reconnaissance crystal ball is also black."
"Didn't they ask me to investigate Art's affairs?" Franklin frowned.
"Yes." Promi nodded weakly, "They did follow your instructions to investigate Art's affairs. There seemed to be some breakthroughs, but suddenly they couldn't be contacted."
"Should..." Franklin finally couldn't suppress his emotions and couldn't help but curse out, but he only cursed one word. The door of the hall suddenly opened, and he saw the steward Muse walking in, his eyes scanning intentionally or unintentionally. Come.
Franklin's expression changed rapidly. His face changed from anger to impatience in the blink of an eye. His voice dropped suddenly and smoothly, and he said to Prome, "Just... handle it how you should handle it. Just follow the procedures for this kind of thing." No need to ask me for instructions again. You go and think of a plan first. I will take a look at your plan later and then allocate manpower to you, you know."
"Well."
"Go ahead, go ahead." Franklin waved to Promi.
Promi didn't say anything more and left quickly.
The steward muse glanced at Franklin and without saying anything, he walked to the deepest part of the hall and sat in his exclusive seat.
Franklin left his seat, quickly made the honey water, and put it on the table of the steward muse.
Muse picked it up and took a sip, nodded with satisfaction, sunk deeply into the soft seat, looked at Franklin and asked lazily: "How are things going lately?"
"Go back to Muse to take care of things. Everything is normal. Although there are occasional minor problems, they are all under control. Everything is going according to your plan. You don't need to worry about anything."
"That's good, let's go." Muse said, took another sip of honey water, lay down on the seat, and closed his eyes.
Franklin quickly backed away and then walked out of the hall.
Outside the hall, at the end of the corridor, Franklin found his subordinate Prome who had been waiting for a long time.
At this time, Franklin's expression changed back to anger. Angry and gloomy, mixed with a trace of fear, he asked his men: "Tell me what happened to Jos's group in detail."
"I -" Promi hesitated for a moment and said truthfully, "I just discovered something was wrong not long ago. Suddenly I couldn't contact them. Then I tested it with the crystal ball and found that it was also black. I'm afraid it was The same result as Art—bad luck.”
"Damn it!" Franklin finally cursed and clenched his fists.
His eyes flashed, and after thinking seriously for a moment, Franklin said: "In this case...then find a way to gather everyone in the team, and ask them to speed up those who are performing the task, and ask them to hurry back if they are far away.
This time I come in person, I want to see who is against us and who is seeking death! By the way, this matter should still be kept secret, don’t let Manager Muse and other teams know about it, do you understand? ! "
"yes."
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In the Garden of Eden.
Machining Sector, Research Laboratory.
Richard is busy researching and designing an unprecedented weapon.
On the processing table, a 315 alloy projectile was completed. Richard picked it up with his fingers, stuck it on an empty cartridge case, then filled the cartridge case with magic salt, and finally sealed the bottom of the cartridge case.
If you observe carefully, you will find that the things Richard made are very similar to ordinary bullets on earth. The difference is that it is countless times more powerful than bullets on Earth.
Magic salt alone is an improved prototype based on pentazole anion salt, and is among the most powerful explosives invented on earth.
And 315 alloy is based on metallic hydrogen as a prototype and combined with the magic of the current world. It is a theoretical creation on earth.
When these two are put together, the effect is unimaginable!
The power of the magic salt explosion can accelerate the alloy slug to an unimaginable level, and the alloy slug has a powerful explosive power, which is like compressing a high-explosive artillery shell into a bullet.
This is a magic bullet!
A magic bullet is a high-explosive artillery shell!
What about those two rounds? What about the third round? What about ten shots or a hundred shots
The country with the strongest army on earth has a self-propelled artillery battalion with about 20 artillery pieces. One hundred rounds of magic bullets are almost equivalent to a salvo fired by five self-propelled artillery battalions, far exceeding the firepower of an ordinary artillery regiment.
That thousand rounds
Is there anything in this world that a thousand cannonballs cannot solve or destroy? If so, then another thousand shots!
In fact, magic bullets are different from real high-explosive bombs. Their power is more specific and concentrated, because the explosion caused by the alloy warhead is a physical explosion.
Explosions can be divided into many types, such as nuclear explosions, chemical explosions, physical explosions, high-energy particle beam explosions, etc.
The explosion of the alloy warhead is a physical explosion, similar to the liquid oxygen explosion that Richard often used a long time ago. Compared with ordinary chemical explosions, this kind of explosion has no destructive power in terms of flames and thermal energy, and there is no transformation of gases produced by explosives, so the power is more concentrated. When attacking, there will not be a terrifying scene of continuous gunfire, but it will be able to destroy everything in the continuous thunderous roar.
Of course, there are many problems that need to be solved in order to achieve this.
For example, what kind of equipment is used to fire bullets? If we use firearms from Earth, how can we ensure the endurance of the firearms? How can the metal projectile not explode immediately after being stimulated by the magic salt? Another example…
Many questions need to be answered.
Richard, who currently only had a general idea, looked at the first spell bullet model in his hand and kept thinking. Thinking about how to turn the idea into reality and how to use this thing to give the people of the mysterious organization a big surprise at the right time.
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