Exploring Technology in a Wizard World-Chapter 540 - 538: The Exposed Trap

Richard controlled a stray Energy Element as it surged from his Magic Origin within, injecting it into the firearm to quickly stimulate the bullet.

"Bang!"

The pistol trembled slightly, and a sound of an Air Explosion echoed as the 315 Alloy Bullet sped out and precisely hit the humanoid metal target, colliding with the surface.

"Boom!"

A thunderous explosion sounded, and the 315 Alloy Bullet burst open, sending the stationary humanoid target flying through the air.

It wasn’t until more than ten distances away that they found only the lower half of the battered target; as for the upper half—it had been blown to pieces.

According to Richard’s estimation, one Magic Bullet was equivalent to a High Explosive Shell, and now it seemed about right.

However, the current bullet was at the experimental stage; perfection was sought after in its craftsmanship, and its power was higher. If mass-produced, there would be some reduction, possibly to about ninety or eighty percent of its current capability.

To Richard, this was perfectly acceptable. After all, he had no intention of defeating an enemy with a single bullet. Even if he could, he would still need to fire another dozen or so for safety. In the case of a large number of enemies, it would take at least a thousand bullets as a base.

A thousand bullets at eighty or ninety percent would be equivalent to eight or nine hundred High Explosive Shells.

Here was the question: over a certain area, in an extremely short amount of time, was there a significant difference between a thousand shells and eight or nine hundred shells in terms of saturated coverage?

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

Richard didn’t dwell on this question as he had other matters to attend to and turned to walk toward the laboratory.

Inside the laboratory, on the workbench, a somewhat crude mechanical killing device had been half assembled. Richard took a heavy barrel from a rack nearby, aimed it at a particular part of the machine, and installed it with a "click." Then he took another identical barrel from the rack, placed it on, and once again, a "click" sounded.

"Click, click, click, click," Richard installed a total of six barrels before he finished. This was the device he planned to use specifically for rapidly firing Shellless Magic Bullets, and some details still needed adjusting. Once completed, it would demonstrate unimaginable power. The device, according to his design, had three firing modes:

Low-speed firing, achieving six hundred rounds per minute while ensuring accuracy;

Medium-speed firing, sacrificing some precision for a threefold increase in rate of fire, reaching eighteen hundred rounds per minute;

High-speed firing, where irreversible damage to the machinery would occur, doubling the firing rate to thirty-six hundred rounds per minute.

The Advanced firing mode could last at most a minute, after which it would be damaged. But during this process, it could discharge all thirty-six hundred bullets; Richard believed that any being below a Third-level Wizard would have no chance of resistance.

As for Third-level Wizards and above, too little was known to be able to jump to conclusions. After all, the White Stone Tower had been destroyed by a direct meteor strike, and for beings with that kind of power, even a multitude of Shellless Magic Bullets wouldn’t be effective.

Clearly, a firearm of this caliber, a magically modified heat weapon, still couldn’t contend with the true high-end forces of the current world. The idea of crushing everything with a single gun was too optimistic.

Of course, according to his estimation, at this stage, it should be more than sufficient to deal with certain individuals in his plan.

"Almost done." Richard installed the last barrel and muttered to himself.

...

March is followed by April—Plowing Month, implying it’s the time for cultivation.

After April comes May—Flower Month, when a multitude of flowers begin to blossom, a sight to behold.

The first day of May, May 1st.

On this day, it was Labor Day on Earth, but on the East Coast of the Wizard World, there was no such concept, nor any so-called holiday. In this kind of low-productivity world, most people labored daily for their basic needs, so naturally, there was no need for any celebration.

This day, at dawn, as the sky began to brighten, the city of Florence woke up, with people stepping out of their homes and scurrying through the streets and alleys. Some were searching for employers for their day’s livelihood, while others, with dreams of fortune or other purposes, were looking for opportunities.

All sorts of people filled Florence, making the entire city bustling and noisy, providing an excellent cover for some dangerous and secretive activities.

Inside a house on one of the streets, several capable-looking individuals stood, 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, turned to his subordinates standing in the room, and asked in a low voice, "Is everything ready?"

"Ready, boss," the group responded in unison.

"Good," Mu’en nodded. "Begin the operation. After such a long time, we’ve finally reached the final stage. Issue the orders, follow the plan with everything, whether we succeed or fail. Understand?"

"Yes." Upon hearing Mu’en’s words, the people in the room quickly left and merged into the crowd.

Mu’en turned his head for another glance out of the window, then put on a loose cloak, covering his face, and walked out as well, leaving the entire room empty.

Some secretive activities had begun.

...

Shortly after.

In the underground hall, Muse was absent, and Franklin sat furrowing his brows at a table, examining numerous documents.

Suddenly, the door to the hall opened, and Promi walked in, briskly approaching Franklin and whispered a few words.

"What! They’ve appeared again?" After listening to Promi, Franklin asked, his expression turning somewhat dangerous.

"Yes," Promi did not beat around the bush and quickly said, "They were just discovered, although we’re not certain if they’re their people, but only they would dare to investigate us like this."

"They really don’t know whether they’re dead or alive," Franklin said coldly. "We haven’t found them for so long I thought they got scared and ran away. Since this is how it is, don’t blame me for being ruthless. This time I must bring out everyone behind them and kill them all."

As he spoke, Franklin stood up and walked outside, continuing to speak as he did, "Notify everyone in the team that can be mobilized, all to move out with me. I want to see exactly who is behind them."

"Yes." Promi nodded, then, as if he remembered something, said quietly, "Captain, have you noticed something strange about their re-emergence?"

"Hmm?"

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

After all, Art and Jos’s group were killed by them. Their act of moving again, isn’t it a bit too bold? Could it be that they really think they can match me?"

"You mean..." Franklin narrowed his eyes, "they’re doing it on purpose, and it’s a trap?"

"Perhaps."

"Makes sense." Franklin’s eyes flashed, then he changed his tone, "If that’s the case, then let’s treat it as a trap. We’ll use some special means to make them realize their real status—they are the prey, we are the hunters.

They think they are smart enough to control everything as prey, even trying to set traps with some goal in mind. Hmph, in front of us, they can only reap what they sowed. Bring the Magic Tools, and let them know our power!"

"Yes."

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