Somewhere, in the underground hall, many people are busy, constantly coming in and out.

On a table in the hall, there was a large amount of materials, and Franklin sat at the table and constantly looked at the contents of the materials, occasionally sketching quickly with a quill pen.

His eyes were bloodshot, he looked like he hadn't rested for a long time, and the blue robe he was wearing was crumpled and looked a little sloppy because it hadn't been washed for many days. Many of the people around him were similar to Franklin, and they were all tired and busy.

At this moment, hurried footsteps sounded, and a man pushed open the door of the hall and ran in quickly, it was Franklin's subordinate, the red-haired "Fire Spirit" Promi.

With a little surprise and panic on his face at this time, Promi quickly ran to Franklin's table and said in a loud voice: "Captain, things are not good, Jos's group has lost contact. ”

"Hmm. Franklin listened and replied simply, because he had been processing too much information for a long time and was slow to react, he did not raise his head, but continued to look at the contents of the reference room.

Promi was stunned.

After about three seconds, Franklin suddenly reacted, stood up suddenly, grabbed Promi's clothes, pulled him in front of him, and yelled, "You-what did you say, say it again." Just by shouting a word, Franklin realized the gaffe and quickly suppressed his voice, but his eyes were straight at Promi, as if he was going to eat someone.

"I ...... Boom!" Promilio swallowed nervously and said carefully, "Captain, I also just found out that Jos's group is completely uncontactable, and the crystal ball of the scout is also black. ”

"Didn't they send me to investigate Art?" Franklin furrowed.

"yes. Promi nodded weakly, "They did follow your instructions to investigate the affairs of Art, and there seems to be some breakthroughs, but suddenly they can't be contacted." ”

"The ......" Franklin finally couldn't suppress his emotions, and couldn't help but scold, but only scolded one word, and the door of the hall suddenly opened, and he saw the steward's muse striding in, his eyes sweeping intentionally or unintentionally.

Franklin's expression changed rapidly, his face changed from anger to impatience in the blink of an eye, his voice was abruptly and smoothly lowered by half a cut, and he said to Prome, "The ...... Deal with it, just deal with it, just follow the process, and you don't need to ask me again. You go and think of a plan first, and I'll look at your plan later, and then I'll assign you people, you know. ”

"Ugh. ”

"Go, go, go. Franklin waved at Promi.

Promi didn't say anything more and left quickly.

The steward's muse glanced at Franklin, and without saying anything, he walked to the deepest part of the hall and sat down in his exclusive seat.

Franklin left his seat and quickly poured the honey water and brought it to the table of the steward's muse.

The muse took a sip and nodded with satisfaction, sinking into the soft seat, looking at Franklin lazily and asking, "How is it going?"

"Back to the muse, everything is normal, although there are some minor problems occasionally, but they are all under control, everything is going according to your plan, and you don't have to worry about anything. ”

"Alright, go ahead. The muse said, taking another sip of honey water, lying down in his seat, and closing his eyes.

Franklin quickly stepped back and walked out of the hall.

Outside the hall, at the end of the hallway, Franklin found his subordinate Promi, who had been waiting for a long time.

At this time, Franklin's appearance changed back to anger, angry and gloomy, mixed with a hint of fear, and asked his subordinates: "Joss group, tell me in detail what is going on." ”

"I-" Promi hesitated for a moment, and said truthfully, "I only found out that something was wrong not long ago, and suddenly I couldn't contact them, and then I tested it with a crystal ball, and found that it was also dark, but I am afraid that it will be the same result as Art-more than lucky." ”

"Damn!" Franklin finally cursed, his fists clenched.

His eyes flickered, and after a moment of serious thought, Franklin spoke: "In that case...... Then find a way to gather everyone in the team, let them speed up the task and let them hurry back from afar.

This time I'm here in person, I want to see who is against us, who is looking for death like this! By the way, this matter still has to be kept secret, so that the Muse steward and other teams don't know, understand?!"

"Yes. ”

......

Inside the Garden of Eden.

Machining sector, research room.

Richard was busy, researching and designing a weapon he had never seen before.

On the processing table, a 315 alloy projectile was made, Richard picked it up with his fingers, stuck it in an empty cartridge case, and then filled the cartridge case with spell salts, and finally sealed the bottom of the cartridge case.

If you look closely, you will see that what Richard made is very similar to ordinary bullets on earth. The difference is that it is countless times more powerful than bullets on earth.

The magic salt alone is based on the pentazole anionic salt, which is the most powerful explosive invented on earth.

And Alloy 315, which is based on metallic hydrogen and combined with the spells of the current world, is a theoretical creation on the earth.

After these two are together, the effect is unimaginable!

The power of the spell salt explosion can accelerate the Alloy Slug to an unimaginable degree, and the Metal Slug has its own powerful explosive power, which is like compressing a high-explosive cannonball into a bullet.

It's a spell bullet!

A spell bullet is a high-explosive shell!

What about two, three, ten, hundred?

The strongest army nation on the planet, the establishment of a self-propelled artillery battalion, is about 20 guns. A hundred spell bullets, almost equivalent to a salvo from 5 self-propelled artillery battalions, far exceeded the firepower of an ordinary artillery regiment.

That thousand rounds?

Is there anything in this world that can't be solved or destroyed by a thousand shells? If there is, then a thousand more!

In fact, spell bullets are different from high-explosive bombs in the true sense of the word, and their power is more specific and concentrated, because the explosion of the metal slug is a physical explosion.

Explosions can be divided into many types, such as nuclear explosions, chemical explosions, physical explosions, high-energy particle beam explosions, and so on.

The explosion of the alloy warhead is a physical explosion, similar to the liquid oxygen explosion that Richard often used a long time ago. This kind of explosion, for ordinary chemical explosions, has no destructive power in terms of flame and heat energy, and there is no explosives to produce gas conversion, so the power is more concentrated. When attacking, there will be no terrifying scenes of artillery fire, but it can destroy everything in the continuous roar of thunder.

Of course, there are many problems to be solved in order to achieve this.

For example, what kind of equipment is used to fire bullets? If you use firearms on the earth, how can you ensure the endurance of firearms? And how can you make metal projectiles that do not explode immediately after being stimulated by spell salts? Another example is ......

Numerous questions need to be answered.

Richard, who currently has only a general idea, looked at the first spell bullet model in his hand and kept thinking. Thinking about how to turn ideas into reality, how to use this thing to surprise the people of the mysterious organization at the right time.

......