The old man carefully played with the wild elephant in his hands, then handed it back to Fan's hand, and tremblingly pushed open a partition door full of bullets.
"Boy, take a shot and let me see."
He threw two bullets into Fan's hand.
The specifications of these two rounds of bullets are specifically for wild elephants.
They are about the size of a finger and feel as heavy as a miniature grenade.
Fan didn't refuse, and directly filled it into the bullet chamber.
After returning it, he held the gun and pointed it out the window. boom Booms filled the room, dazzling firelight filled the window frames, and bullets roared out of the muzzle and hit the stacked insect corpses.
The huge warhead instantly penetrated the thick outer pile of corpses and exploded directly in the middle.
The entire upper pile of corpses flew half a meter high.
After this shot, even Fan himself was shocked.
The power of this bullet was surprisingly powerful, much stronger than the bullet he used when he first killed Muhan.
Obviously, this bullet was also specially prepared.
While Fan was in a daze, the old man beside him stared unblinkingly at the hand holding his gun.
A faint yet sharp light bloomed in the depths of his late eyes.
"Stupid boy, what I asked you to hit was a gun target.
Who asked you to shoot that pile of garbage and wasted my bullets."
The old man shouted angrily.
The gun target heard that Fan looked out the window, but except for the pile of insect corpses, he did not see the so-called gun target.
"Idiot, that's what I'm talking about."
The old man grabbed Fan's hand, and his withered wrist burst out with a lot of strength.
The strength is not the key, the key is the arc of his wrist rotation.
The old man's fingers moved together and repeatedly tapped Zaifan's inner wrist, causing him to press the trigger involuntarily. boom The bullet once again rushed out of the gun chamber and exploded in the distance, but this time it was not the pile of insect corpses that exploded, but the gun target that was blown up high and hidden behind the insect corpses.
Fan's pupils suddenly shrank, and his face showed a little shock.
What he was facing was the pile of insect corpses, and no matter how far he deviated from the angle, the trajectory of the projectile would inevitably be blocked.
But how did the bullet bypass the insect corpse and hit the gun target hidden behind it?
unless it turns Fan suddenly looked at the dirty old man on the side.
The answer to all lies in his withered wrist.
Facing the bright gaze of Fan.
The old man coughed heavily, and his face looked a little tired and pale.
He waved his hand casually, and fell tremblingly on the wooden chair with his obviously more tired body.
"Stupid boy, do you know the real use of this gun?"
The old man coughed again.
It can be seen that the operation just now consumed a lot of his energy.
Even the recoil of the bullet leaving the chamber was borne by Fan, dragging him Fan's arms were not strong enough for his old body.
"You think this gun only has brutal power.
You think its too long barrel is a failure.
This gun is also one of the peak works of my youth.
Isn't it as simple as you vulgar people seem?"
Fan couldn't help but began to recall the movement of the old man dragging his arm.
Suddenly, the hand moved from bottom to top, with a slightly inclined arc, like the head of a giant elephant, and the elephant's overly long barrel was its The proboscis swinging suddenly Fan suddenly understood everything.
Why was the barrel of the Wild Elephant so long that it affected the stability of its own structure?
It turned out that all of this had a profound meaning.
The Wild Elephant was not designed to simply shoot in a straight line.
Yes, because for most advanced transformed people.
Predicting straight-line trajectory is not difficult.
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Fan's eyes changed again when he looked at the old man.
"This is called arc ballistics.
I spent more than ten years summarizing it by looking through the firearms classics of the old era.
Back then, that guy Baz took away all the skills from me.
I suddenly broke through.
Not a small reputation, but arrogance will always He was too anxious to prove himself to the family that had abandoned him, so he eventually died under Orici's sword, and this borderland was named Huma instead of Duke."
When the old man said this, a hint of ridicule flashed at the corner of his mouth.
"Don't look at me like that.
I won't teach you.
Although you can be regarded as saving my grandson who I just met a few days ago.
But one code is one code, and I will compensate you with other things.
Don't even think about arc ballistics. .unless" "Unless something."
The old man smiled slyly and shouted loudly.
"Kane, you bastard haven't left yet?"
"Master, I'm here."
Kane's echo came from outside the door.
"Pack up your things and take me to see the center of the battlefield."
The old man Shi Shiran stood up and stood up without even looking at Fan who was standing aside.
Several people quickly left the wooden house and walked towards the center of the battlefield that day.
After walking for a while, Fan asked, "Where is Dilier?"
"Master Dilier left after you and grandpa entered the inner room."
Muka said softly.
"Dilir is a good girl.
If it had been anyone else, they would have abandoned the town and fled the town that day.
How could they have risked their lives to protect us poor people."
The old man stroked his beard.
"Dillier is the most outstanding descendant of the Reagan family in recent years, but the Reagan family is short-sighted and transferred her here."
Kane responded.
"Oh, what a pity for such a good seedling.
It turns out that her power should not be limited to what it is now.
It is all caused by Caroline's mutant genes."
The old man sighed.
"This can't be blamed on Archduke Caroline.
The war at that time was so intense that using high-yield mid- and low-level mutant genetic modification reagents was the right approach."
Kane argued.
"The right thing to do is defeat the Angel of Death.
What's even more shameful is that the imperial mutants who claimed to be invincible before the war were actually beaten by a Death Angel and stopped their offensive.
Even Quinn lost.
What kind of bullshit?
The correct approach was to be smart and develop a prototype blood poison.
If it weren't for this bullshit blood poison, maybe the Death Angel would have been defeated."
Seeing that Kane didn't say a word, the old man sneered even more, "It's good now.
Anyone who has been genetically modified by mutants can only rely on higher-level modification fluids if they want to upgrade.
But there are so many new mutants in the empire every year."
Warriors, there are a few people who can obtain the source blood of the No. 1 prototype body, but they can’t even reach it once a year.”
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"Nowadays, the pure blood of inferior clones without dilution can become a material that big families compete for, and the soldiers at the lower level can't even think about it."
Looking at Kane who said nothing, The old man's words became fierce again.
"Perhaps Archduke Caroline has her own plans."
"He has a fart," the old man cursed without hesitation.
"Master" Kane rubbed his brows helplessly.
"What's wrong with scolding him?
That guy who turns his face and doesn't recognize anyone else.
If he hadn't been there, how could I have done it?"
At this point, the old man suddenly stopped talking.
He shouldn't have mentioned these secrets, but fortunately he immediately Stopped talking.
The old man only said half of what he said, but it left a wave of waves in Kane's heart.
Although he had previously known that the identity of the ordinary old man in front of him was extraordinary, but when he accidentally heard it from his mouth, he actually Having interacted with the current Archduke Caroline, he still couldn't help but feel incredible.
Then the conversation suddenly stopped, and both of them were silent.
Even Fan, who had been listening to the conversation between the two people, didn't know what he was thinking.
Only Muka, who walked in front and jumped up and down, was the only one left.
The child was always carefree.
"Grandpa, see if that's the place we're looking for," Muka said, pointing to a deep ravine not far away
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