"It's your first time using it, so don't let it fall off."
Wang Jin grinned and turned his gaze to the ferocious heavy cannon in his hand.
Miracle form.
It's hard to imagine how a shotgun turned into a large-caliber hand cannon out of thin air.
Coupled with the ever-extinguishing scarlet flame, it has a rough and ferocious appearance.
You can almost feel the burning anger,
It's hard to imagine that the production method of this thing comes from those goblins who claim to be peace lovers.
Of course, the administrative bureau responsible for providing technical support is not a fuel-efficient lamp.
Thus, this weapon representing destruction and revenge was born.
"Miracle form, partial liberation."
The young man narrowed his eyes and aimed the heavy cannon at the fat figure in the distance that was swallowing something.
He pulled the trigger.
boom!
The flames flow like hot breath.
Unlike the blazing exterior, the incantation engraved on it keeps the inside of the gun chamber at a very suitable temperature.
This also gave Wang Jin the opportunity to load up on some strange gadgets.
For example...thermite bomb.
This thing is quite unstable. Without You Rong's guarantee, Wang Jin wouldn't dare to put it into his backpack.
Of course, this also illustrates its powerful power.
Different from ordinary bullets, the thermite loaded in it will undergo a horrific chemical reaction after hitting the target, generating a high temperature of more than 2,000 degrees Celsius.
What's even more desperate is that the metal bullet casings, which are melted into molten iron at these terrifying temperatures, will stick to the hit object and burn for several minutes.
Able to melt almost anything.
Even weird stories that can continuously heal themselves will be affected to a considerable extent.
At least it will hurt.
Bang!
An explosion sounded, and a hot wave poured out.
Wang Jin ignored the tiger's mouth that was cracked by the recoil and looked at the feast with excitement.
There is no doubt that this attack was quite effective.
The high temperature brought by the thermite reaction almost instantly caused the feast to let out a heart-rending roar, and also set the other half of the butler's body on fire.
Although the blazing white light made it difficult to open one's eyes, Wang Jin could still feel the gradually weakening atmosphere of the feast.
"Hey."
Looking at the two blurry figures in the firelight, Wang Jin showed a happy smile on his face, as if he had just done something good.
The housekeeper has no such thing as heart and blood, so of course there is no warmth at all.
Eating cold dishes is not good for the stomach, so he was concerned about the health of the feast.
Fortunately, the housekeeper is now warm.
"cough…"
Mu Jue was supported by Xia Yu and walked to Wang Jin, as if he wanted to say something.
The expression on his face was the same as that of most suppressive agents, with a mixture of admiration and a bit of aloofness.
"You carry that thing with you?"
The tall and lanky man looked a little complicated, and he asked the young tuner he had just met.
Thermite bombs are quite useful in certain situations, but they are prone to explosion accidents.
In addition, the Suppression Department had its own weapons system, so this dangerous equipment was slowly replaced.
However, this does not mean that thermite bombs are not powerful enough.
On the contrary, its excessive lethality is also one of the reasons for its elimination.
But the young man in front of him casually took out one and shot it out with a heavy cannon that didn't look right.
Isn't he afraid of death?
"Ah, that's right."
Wang Jin turned his head and patiently answered Mu Jue's question.
"Of course, carrying and maintaining this thing are big problems, so I only brought a dozen of them."
The young man grinned, showing a harmless smile.
Mu Jue was stunned.
A dozen pills...is this a lethal dose, right?
And you only brought a dozen of them?
It's really cruel.
"Another underfire phobia."
Xia Yu nodded and looked at Wang Jin with a subtle change in his eyes.
Originally, she thought that this tuner was a type with high intelligence but not good at fighting.
That doesn't seem to be the case now.
In his pocket were more than a dozen thermite bombs that could explode at any time.
This courage alone has already determined that he cannot hide behind others.
"oh?"
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows and looked at Xia Yu, gesturing for her to continue.
A violent thermite reaction is taking place over there at the feast, and there is no way to get close.
Since we are waiting anyway, we might as well chat.
"The most serious one is You Rong. That crazy bitch is keen on making all kinds of explosives."
The cold woman sighed and spoke softly.
"If the plague doctor hadn't stopped her, she would have been sent to the Furnace Bolt long ago."
"Her equal is the butcher bird."
"Shrike would submit an application for the use of Iron Buddha every time he went on a mission. You don't know how happy he was when he saw the approval document this time."
"Hmm... And there is the Thorn that grew up with Shrike."
Mu Jue supported his body with a shovel and took over the conversation.
"I know this."
Wang Jin nodded and looked at the shy girl next to him.
She showed Wang Jin the white phosphorus incendiary bomb hanging on her vest.
Even if most of it has been used up, what is left is enough to turn half a football field into a sea of flames.
"What a horrible bunch of people."
Gu Zheng put down the pacemaker on her hand and worked hard to help other operators get rid of the influence of the housekeeper.
She suddenly felt a little happy.
Without this young man's advance planning and on-the-spot reaction, the casualties might have been several times higher.
Unknowingly, the name Wang Jin has been equated with "reliability".
"Well...that's almost it."
The young man narrowed his eyes and muttered softly.
"Then come on."
Mu Jue moved his hands that barely regained mobility and looked at the charred figure in the distance.
Xia Yu didn't say much, just held Yu Jingang tightly.
They didn't feel much when they were bombed from a long distance by the Iron Buddha.
After all, no one would come close to study how the feast survived.
But when they saw that plump figure resisting a thermite bomb, the terrifying vitality was completely revealed in front of everyone.
"Not another shot?"
Li Hui's cheeks were red and she tugged on Wang Jin's clothes and said words in his ear that could easily be misunderstood.
This girl is proficient in sword skills, but she obviously prefers long-range bombing.
"It probably won't work anymore."
The young man shook his head and put away the shotgun that had returned to its virtue form.
The need to cool down the gun barrel is only one of the reasons, and the changes that have taken place in Feast also illustrate many problems.
Wang Jin suddenly couldn't understand the idea of a feast.
He endured temperatures that could melt his body, but he was still able to chew and swallow the butler's broken body.
He has staked everything.
"Wang Jin, Wang Jin..."
The sound of the feast came from the blackened and carbonized body, which seemed to be filled with a bit of unexplainable joy.
"I have been studying for so many years, but I have never figured out how to combine the two extremes of flesh and blood."
"Unexpectedly, the answer is high temperature."
"Although it's a bit inappropriate, I still want to say thank you."
A weird grunting sound sounded, and the feeling of flesh and blood being rejected spread out again.
While Feast is repairing the body through autophagy, it is also using the power of housekeeping.
"Tsk."
Wang Jin narrowed his eyes and motioned for the others to step back.
The whole party had talked to this extent, there was no way he wouldn't have guessed what happened.