Chapter 538: The Trap Seen Through

Li Cha controlled a trace of free energy elements to surge out from the magic source in his body, inject them into the firearm, and quickly activate the bullets.

"boom!"

The pistol shook slightly, and there was a burst of air, and the 315 alloy bullet flew out rapidly, accurately hitting the human-shaped metal target, and hitting the surface.

"boom!"

There was only a thunderous explosion, and the 315 alloy warhead exploded, and the humanoid target fixed in place disappeared.

It took more than ten years to find the incomplete target with only half of its body left. As for the target's upper body-it was directly smashed to pieces.

According to Li Cha's prediction, a spell bullet is equivalent to a cannonball, which seems to be the same now.

Having said that, the current bullets are in the experimental stage, the craftsmanship is constantly improving, and the power is relatively high. If they are produced on a large scale, there will be a certain decline, which will be reduced to about 90% or 80% of the current level.

From Li Cha's point of view, this is completely acceptable. After all, he has no intention of killing the enemy with one bullet. Even if he can solve it, he will have to add more than a dozen bullets to be safe. If it is a large-scale enemy, no matter what, a thousand rounds of bullets are needed to make a base.

Eighty-nine percent of one thousand rounds, that is, eight or nine hundred bullets, is equivalent to eight or nine hundred high-explosive shells.

Here comes the question: In a certain area, in a very short period of time, is there a big difference between the supersaturated coverage of 1,000 shells and 800 or 900 shells?

Is there a big difference between dying eight times and dying ten times?

Li Cha didn't think too much about this question. He had other things to do, so he turned and walked towards the research room.

In the research room, on the processing table, a rough-looking mechanical killer has been half assembled. Li Cha took off a heavy gun barrel from the shelf on one side, aimed it at a certain position of the machine and installed it, making a "click" sound. Then, he removed another identical gun barrel from the shelf, pressed it up, and made another "click" sound.

"Ka Ka Ka Ka", Li Cha finished installing a total of six gun barrels. This is the equipment he intends to use to quickly fire caseless spell bullets. Some details still need to be adjusted. When it is completed, it will show unimaginable power. According to his design, this device has three shooting modes:

Low-speed shooting, under the premise of ensuring accuracy, can reach 600 rounds per minute;

Medium-speed shooting, under the premise of reducing accuracy, the rate of fire can be increased by three times,

Up to 1800 rounds per minute;

High-speed shooting, on the premise of causing irreversible damage to the machinery, the rate of fire can be doubled to 3600 rounds per minute.

Advanced shooting mode, lasts a minute at most, then breaks. But in this process, a full 3,600 rounds of bullets can be released. Li Cha feels that there is no possibility of resisting the existence of wizards below the third level.

As for the third-level wizards and above, there is too little knowledge, so I dare not jump to conclusions. After all, the White Stone Pagoda was directly destroyed by a meteorite, and for the existence of that kind of power, no amount of shellless spell bullets would work.

Obviously, only firearms of this level are still unable to compete with the real high-end power in the current world. The idea of ​​crushing everything with a single gun is too optimistic.

Of course, according to his estimation, at the current stage, it should be more than enough to deal with some people in his plan.

"It's almost there." Li Cha said to himself after loading the last barrel.

...

After March comes April—the plowing month, which, as the name suggests, is the month of plowing.

And after April, it is May——the flower moon, when hundreds of flowers begin to bloom, which is too beautiful to behold.

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 saying, and there is no so-called holiday. In such a low-productivity world, where most people work to feed themselves every day, there is no need for any celebration.

On this day, in the early morning, the city of Florent woke up just after dawn, and people walked out of their houses one by one, running 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 getting rich or other purposes.

All kinds of people filled Florence, and the whole city was lively and noisy, which provided an excellent cover for some dangerous and secret things.

In a house on a street, several capable-looking people were standing, while Mu En was sitting by the window, squinting at the people coming and going outside.

After watching for a long time, Mu En withdrew his gaze, looked at his subordinates standing in the room, and asked in a low voice: "Are you all ready?"

"Ready, boss." Everyone responded in unison.

"That's good." Mu En nodded, "Let's start to act. I've been busy for so long, and finally I've reached the final stage. Keep ordering, and everything will follow the plan, whether it's success or failure, understand?"

"Yes." After hearing Mu En's words, the people in the room quickly walked out of the room and joined the flow of people.

Mu En turned his head and glanced at the situation outside the window again, then put on a wide robe to cover his face, and walked out, leaving the whole room empty.

Something in the dark begins.

...

Not long after.

In the underground hall, Muse was not there, Franklin was frowning, sitting at a table, looking through a lot of materials.

Suddenly the door of the hall opened, Promi walked in, walked quickly to Franklin's side, and whispered a few words.

"What! They appeared again?" After listening to Promi's words, Franklin asked aloud, with a dangerous expression on his face.

"That's right." Promi didn't dare to pretend, and said quickly, "I just found out that although I'm not sure if it's theirs, but only theirs dared to investigate us."

"I really don't know whether to live or die." Franklin said coldly, "It's been so long since I couldn't find them, I thought they were scared and ran away. If this is the case, then don't blame me for being rude, this time I will definitely Find out everyone behind them and kill them all."

While speaking, Franklin stood up and walked outside, saying as he walked, "Notify all the people in the team who can call to follow me. I want to see what is behind the other party."

"Yes." Promi nodded, then thought of something, whispered, "Captain, by the way, do you think it's a bit strange that they came out this time?"

"Um?"

"Look, we know they're investigating us, and they should know we know they're investigating us.

After all, Yate and Joss' group died at their hands. Is it a little too bold for them to act again now? Could it be that 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: "If this is the case, then treat it as a trap. Use some special methods to make them sober up and figure out their true identities—they are The prey, we are the hunters.

As prey, they think they are smart and able to control everything, and they try to set traps to achieve a certain purpose. Hmph, in front of us, we can only reap the consequences. Bring good magic props, let you know how powerful it is! "

"yes."

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