Chapter 544: Chapter 542: Three Thousand Six Hundred Shots in a Second, Great Compassion Saves the World
“Boom, boom, boom!”
tallic bullets struck Franklin’s body, continuously exploding, tearing his flesh and splattering blood, yet they did not harm him fundantally, rely causing him to stagger.
Despite staggering, Franklin continued to close in on the people in the secret room.
The masked person in the secret room raised an eyebrow and without saying anything, flicked a finger and pressed sothing on the machinery in front of him, producing a “click, click” sound.
The next mont, bullets flying from the machinery greatly increased in number, then increased again.
If the previous bullets were a drizzle, now they beca a wild storm, and then a torrential downpour!
Countless tallic bullets nearly rged into a single line, continuously and unendingly exploding on Franklin’s body, exploding again and again.
Earlier, Franklin had managed to advance three ters despite the bullets, now he was blown back seven or eight ters. The bullets, as fast as illusions, bombed his body in bursts, like knives performing a slow, torturous execution, each strike taking away large chunks of flesh.
“No!”
Franklin roared, his body flickering with light as if he was about to retaliate, but under the onslaught of the unyielding torrent of bullets, he seed more like in a death throes struggle.
Under the onslaught of 3,600 magic bullets per minute, any resistance was futile!
“Pup pup pup pup!”
The bullets kept hitting Franklin’s body, taking away more and more flesh, until eventually, all flesh was gone, revealing grim white bones.
Franklin scread repeatedly, thereafter his voice grew weaker, and finally, he turned into a grueso skeletal corpse.
“Bang!”
Franklin’s unrecognizable corpse fell to the ground and scattered, the sound echoing down the corridor—unbeknownst when, the machinery controlled by the masked person in the secret room had stopped, and the entire corridor was deadly silent.
…
“Tap tap tap…”
Richard stood up and walked out of the secret room, stepping over the bloody bits of flesh that littered the floor, checking the bodies step by step, confirming after a mont: none were alive.
That was the expected outco.
After all, this was his ho ground, and he was well-prepared, using a baiting tactic to deal with a dozen wizards, which was simply too easy. Even without the magic bullets and magic firearms, he had multiple options to choose from: like the upgraded fungal spores, powerful explosives, or simply burying them alive.
For him, being prepared and unprepared were two extres.
Being unprepared, he could at most exhibit outstanding individual physical strength, but with preparation, there was no enemy he feared—not even a god—if gods really did exist, given enough ti and right conditions, he was confident he could defeat or even kill such an adversary.
So, regarding the situation before him, he wasn’t surprised at all, but rather, felt a bit regretful. Because… it was such a waste of bullets.
Hmm, it was such a waste of bullets, really.
This ti, the killing had depleted almost half of his Magic Bullet supply in just a few seconds. It’s worth noting that these were prepared after a long ti, and even then, only possible with the exploitation of Pandora’s labor—without Pandora’s tal shaping ability, whether it’s mass production of Magic Bullets or Alloy Bullets, or processing of Magic Guns, would encounter significant difficulties.
However, looking at the results, it was not insignificant; all the wizards were now eliminated, and even though the last wizard used so unknown thod to beco incredibly powerful, he couldn’t withstand the rapid firing mode of the Magic Gun.
This completely verified the power of the Magic Gun in actual combat, and it could be said to be invincible.
Of course, he was also aware that the use of Magic Guns had certain limitations. In the narrow corridor he had specifically designed, the wizards from the Mysterious Organization could not dodge, which naturally produced the best effect. In an open area, the effectiveness would be diminished.
In an open environnt, he could, at best, rely on a surprise attack to unexpectedly kill a few wizards. Once the wizards beca alert and dispersed, it would be difficult to hit the target since the bullets did not have tracking capabilities. And if the opposing wizards were clever enough to use specific Attack Magic against the Magic Guns, they would instantly be neutralized.
In reality, the more powerful a tool is, the more specific conditions are needed to maximize its effectiveness.
Take a sniper rifle, for example; each use requires a specific calibration. Like in the movies, the quick assembly after disassembly followed by a perfect shot to kill the target is virtually impossible. The most likely scenario is that the sniper locks onto the robber’s chest through the scope and then, with a pull of the trigger, the hostage’s head bursts open like a waterlon.
In reality, sniper rifles are very complex and cumberso firearms, and even without disassembly, when using them across different regions, factors like humidity and gravity vary, necessitating recalibration to achieve optimal effectiveness.
Therefore, choosing different tools according to the environnt, or conversely, selecting the most suitable environnt to maximize the effectiveness of a tool, is the scientific approach.
On the other hand, forcing a tool to adapt to all environnts and expecting it to perform effectively in any situation is too demanding and unrewarding.
Even the “kings of the land” on modern Earth—the tanks—are developed and used based on regional environnts. Moving a main battle tank from a high-latitude cold country to a low-latitude humid environnt would lead to a damage rate beyond imagination.
Thus, Magic Guns, like Fungal Spores Biological Weapons, are very powerful, but need controlled use.
Thinking about this, Richard stepped out from the corridor to the ground.
On the ground, Pandora erged from sowhere holding a massive firearm. It was called a firearm, but that wasn’t quite accurate; the barrel was short and thick, almost big enough to fit a baby into. For reinforcent, the barrel was wrapped with several Iron Rings, making it look more like a cannon—summarily, a hand-held cannon.
Pandora surveyed the yard, ruined by the wizards, with great vigilance, her face tight. Hearing steps from inside the room, she swiftly turned the cannon towards the sound, ready to fire the built-in, lead ball-sized heavy Bullet.
Fortunately, Richard quickly called out, “It’s !”
“Scared—” Pandora stuck out her tongue and quickly lowered the hand cannon, looking towards Richard.
Richard looked at Pandora and, not minding the near mishap of friendly fire, asked, “Is there anyone else besides who ca out?”
“No,” Pandora shook her head in response.
“Did anyone from the street co in after?”
“None,” Pandora shook her head again.
“That’s for the best,” Richard responded, squinting his eyes and murmuring to himself, “Although it’s certain that the Mysterious Organization has more people, those who participated in this operation must be just these. After eliminating all of them, for a while, it should be quite safe for us since it would be difficult for them to find any related clues.
Besides, from the rings these dead people carried, there should be a lot of information about the Black Spirit Empire and the Black Spirit King’s Treasure. If that could be sorted out, perhaps a discovery could be made…”
At the end, Richard’s eyes shimred with a hint of excitent.
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