Richard controlled a trace of free energy element to flow out from the magic source in his body, injected it into the firearm, and quickly fired the bullet.
"boom!"
The pistol vibrated slightly, an air explosion sounded, and the 315 alloy warhead flew out rapidly, accurately hitting the human-shaped metal target and hitting the surface.
"boom!"
There was a thunderous explosion, the 315 alloy warhead exploded, and the human-shaped target fixed in place disappeared.
More than ten years away, I found the mutilated target with only half of its body left. As for the target's upper body, it was directly blown to pieces.
According to Richard's estimation, one magic bullet is equivalent to one cannonball, and it seems about the same now.
Having said that, the current bullets are in the experimental stage, and the craftsmanship is being refined. The power is on the high side. If it is produced on a large scale, it will drop to a certain extent, to about 90% or 80% of the current level.
From Richard's point of view, this was completely acceptable. After all, he had no intention of killing the enemy with one bullet. Even if he could kill the enemy, he would have to add more than a dozen bullets to be safe. If it is a large-scale enemy, it will require a thousand rounds of bullets.
Eighty-nine percent of one thousand rounds, that is, eight or nine hundred bullets, is equivalent to eight or nine hundred high-explosive artillery shells.
Here comes the question: within a certain area, in a very short period of time, is there a big difference between the super-saturated coverage of one thousand artillery shells and eight or nine hundred artillery shells
Is there a big difference between dying eight times and dying ten times
Richard didn't think much about this problem. He had other things to attend to, so he turned and walked towards the research room.
In the research room, on the processing table, a crude-looking mechanical mass murderer was already half-assembled. Richard took down a heavy gun barrel from the shelf on one side, pointed it at a certain position on the machine and installed it, making a "click" sound. Then he took out another identical gun barrel from the shelf, pressed it on, and made a "click" sound again.
"Crack, click, click." Richard finished by installing a total of six barrels. This was the equipment he prepared to use to launch shellless magic bullets quickly. Some details still need to be adjusted. When completed, it will show unimaginable things. power. According to his design, this device has three shooting modes:
Low-speed shooting, while ensuring accuracy, can reach 600 rounds per minute;
Medium-rate shooting, while reducing accuracy, can increase the rate of fire three times to 1,800 rounds per minute;
High-speed shooting can double the rate of fire to 3,600 rounds per minute without causing irreversible damage to the machine.
Advanced shooting mode, lasts for a minute at most, then breaks. But in this process, a full 3,600 rounds of bullets could be released. Richard felt that there was no possibility of resistance for the existence of third-level wizards and below.
As for third-level wizards and above, I know too little about them, so I dare not draw any conclusions. After all, the White Stone Tower was directly destroyed by a meteorite. Against that kind of power, no amount of shellless magic bullets would be effective.
Obviously, magically modified hot weapons at the level of firearms are still unable to compete with the real high-end power in the current world. The idea of crushing everything with one gun is too optimistic.
Of course, according to his estimates, at the current stage, it should be more than enough to deal with some of the people in his plan.
"It's almost done." Richard finished loading the last barrel and said to himself.
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After March comes April - Plowing Month, as the name suggests, it is the month of farming.
After April, comes May - the Flower Month, when flowers begin to bloom and it's so beautiful.
The first day of May, May 1st.
This day is Labor Day on Earth, but on the east coast of the current wizarding world, there is no such thing, and there is no so-called holiday. In this kind of low-productivity world, where most people work for food and clothing every day, there is no need for any celebration.
On this day, early in the morning, as soon as it got light, the city of Florence woke up, and people walked out of their homes one by one and ran around in the streets and alleys. Some are looking for employers for a day's livelihood, and some are looking for opportunities with the purpose of making a fortune or other purposes.
Florence is filled with all kinds of people, and the whole city is lively and noisy, providing an excellent cover for some dangerous and secretive things.
In a house on a street, several capable-looking people were standing, while Mu En was sitting in front of the window, squinting at the people coming and going outside.
After looking at it for a long time, Mu En looked away, looked at his men standing in the room, and asked in a low voice: "Are you all ready?"
"Ready, boss." Everyone responded in unison.
"Okay." Mu En nodded, "Let's start taking action. We have been busy for so long and we have finally reached the final stage. Go ahead and everything will go according to plan, whether it is success or failure, do you understand?"
"Yes." After hearing Mu En's words, the people in the room quickly walked out of the room and joined the crowd.
Mu En turned around and glanced at the situation outside the window again. The next moment, he put on a large robe to cover his face and walked out. The whole room was empty.
Something secretly began.
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Not long after.
In the underground hall, Muse was not there. Franklin frowned and sat at a table, looking at a lot of information.
Suddenly the door to the hall opened, and Prome walked in, walked quickly to Franklin's side, and whispered a few words.
"What! They showed up again?" After hearing Promi's words, Franklin asked aloud, with a dangerous expression.
"Yes." Promi did not dare to show off and said quickly, "I just discovered that although I am not sure whether it is their people, only their people dare to investigate us."
"I really don't know whether to live or die." Franklin said coldly, "I couldn't find them for so long. I thought they were scared and had run away. In this case, don't blame me for being rude. This time I will definitely We need to find out everyone behind them and kill them all.”
As he spoke, Franklin stood up and walked outside. As he walked, he said: "Everyone in the notification team who can be mobilized will follow me. I want to see what is behind the other party."
"Yes." Promi nodded, then thought of something and whispered, "Captain, by the way, do you think it's a little strange that they came out this time?"
"Um?"
"Look, we know they are investigating us, and they should also know that we know they are investigating us.
After all, Art and Jos's group all died in their hands. Are they a little too bold now to act again? Do they really think they are my opponents? "
"You mean..." Franklin narrowed his eyes, "They did this on purpose. Is this a trap?"
"Maybe."
"It makes sense." Franklin's eyes flashed, and then his tone changed: "In this case, then treat it as a trap. Use some special means to make them wake up and figure out their true identity - they are prey. , we are the hunters.
As prey, they think they are smart and can control everything, and they also try to set traps to achieve some purpose. Hum, in front of us, you can only reap the consequences. Bring your magic props and let others know how powerful they are! "
"yes."
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