Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1022: Lightning Wolf Rifle

[The explosion on Heavenly Garden Avenue last night and the battle that followed on Seventh Avenue have been heard of by everyone in this hall. Seeing Alan mention it, Elon and the others turned their gazes to General Slyn. As businessmen, especially important figures in the business world, they naturally wanted Sardinia to be safe and reliable more than anyone else. In fact, during Slyn's tenure, few things like last night happened.

At this moment, Slyn became the center of attention in the hall. The old general did not reveal the slightest bit of his inner thoughts. He said indifferently, "Thank you, Sir Alan, for your concern. We, the Bucks, have been investigating everything that happened last night and have obtained some clues. I believe it won't be long before we find out the identity of the emissary behind it."

"The Bucks are truly worthy of being a great weapon of our empire. Their work is efficient and reliable." Alan smiled and said, "Then I have one more thing to do here. I think I can entrust it to the general."

Slyn's eyelids twitched. His intuition wouldn't be a good job, but he had to ask, "As long as it's within my responsibility, Slyn will never refuse."

Ellen thought to himself that this old man was not simple either. The scope of his duties indicated that he was not in charge, so he would not interfere. He nodded and said, "The night before I arrived in Sardinia, our caravan was attacked in the wilderness. Unfortunately, the other party picked the wrong opponent and failed to attack. Instead, they were all killed by us. They even gave me dozens of sets of equipment and horses for nothing. I always feel that the attack was related to the incident on Seventh Avenue last night. I wonder if General Slyn will investigate it as well."

Slyn cursed in his heart. He was certain that the so-called attack on Seventh Avenue last night was just a coincidence. Alan had pulled the two things together and clearly wanted him to take over the investigation. As a general of the Bucks, he was responsible for the safety of Sardinia. No matter how reluctant Slyn was, he had to take on the responsibility of investigating an Empire viscount who had been attacked outside the city. Moreover, Allen had linked the matter of the Seventh Avenue, so there was no room for him to refuse. "Since that's the case, I'll ask Sir Alan to give me some clues later," he said.

"No need. I just happened to bring along the equipment and guns used by the attackers. General Sling, just take them. They should be able to provide some useful clues." Alan gestured to the two guards behind him and they left to get what Alan wanted.

Weitt, who had been standing beside Slyn, laughed dryly, "Elder Allen only arrived in Sardinia for less than two days and was attacked twice. Looks like Sir has made quite a few enemies."

Hearing Wei Te's words, Elon and the other merchants' expressions changed. Wei Te's words implied that Alan had made too many enemies and had to take a lot of risks to cooperate with him. His intentions could be said to be sinister. Edward smiled faintly as he replied, "You can't say that. You know, some mad dogs don't have to step on their tails. They'll come running over and bite you a few times." josei

Whitey's expression immediately turned ugly, and anyone could hear what Edward meant. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Who are you? Do you have the right to speak here?"

'"I'm a champion of Lord Alan, the Baron of the Empire," Edward said calmly. "If I don't have the right to speak, then Commander Witt has one?"

Wei Te was immediately stunned. Although the Baron of the Empire was a low-ranking noble, he was at least a noble noble. He possessed a territory, but it was much more noble than an officer like him. Slyn glared at him angrily and said, "Get out of here! Don't be embarrassed here!"

Borrowing Slyn's steps, Witt hurriedly left. At this time, the armor, swords, and guns left behind by the attackers from the previous night were delivered by the guards. Alan winked, and these items were delivered to Slyn's hands. Angela came back and smiled, "Everyone, the venue is ready."

Thus, everyone left the hall and arrived at the rooftop of the guild hall building. The space here was spacious, and there was a set of armor for testing. The armor was ordinary in style, but its thickness was comparable to the standard armor used by the Imperial Infantry. Angela gestured for help and Alan took the rifle from his men. The rifle was dark in color, and from its design alone, there was nothing particularly unusual about it.

Alan patted his rifle and said, "This is a Thunderwolf rifle developed by our workshop. Let's call it the Thunderwolf I rifle for now. Then, let me show you the performance of the Thunderwolf rifle."

He walked over with his rifle, raised it horizontally, aimed it at the chest of the armor, and pressed down the trigger. The muzzle of the gun spat out a ball of fire, and a string of sparks splashed out from the armor's chest, which had already been pierced by the bullet. Alan turned around and smiled at the crowd. Elon and the other merchants whispered to each other and quickly exchanged ideas. Judging from the accuracy and power of the musket in Allen's hand, it had indeed reached the standards of the Imperial Armament. It was a level higher than the guns made by most of the lords and private armies.

If that was the case, not to mention Fatty Peter, who specialized in weapons and equipment, even others could find suppliers capable of producing guns of this level. Therefore, the Thunderwolf musket didn't seem to have much of a bright spot in their eyes. Unexpectedly, Alan raised his gun again, and what happened next left them shocked.

The Thunderwolf rifle continued to fire in Allen's hands, continuously striking the armor with a barrage of bullets. After a round of shooting, the armor leaf in the armor's chest was blasted away by the bullet, revealing a huge hole. Not only were Elon and the other merchants dumbfounded, even Slyn opened his mouth wide. A moment later, Fat Peter screamed, "I want it, Lord Alan. I want all the Thunderwolf rifles you have!"

"Heavens, I'm not mistaken, am I? Is this a continuous firing rifle? There's no need to reload it at all. How did you do it?" Elon, this modest man, was also excited. After all, how to fire a rifle in a row had always been a difficult problem. Currently, the cannons could be fired continuously. After all, the space inside the cannons was larger and could accommodate more components. However, if he wanted to use the continuous firing system of the cannons on the guns, then the guns he produced would be exceptionally large, and they would no longer be considered rifles.

But now, the Thunderwolf rifle in Allen's hand didn't move at all and fired seven bullets in one breath. If this frequency of firing was placed on the battlefield, the results would be extremely terrifying, and it would even change the outcome of a war!

Looking at the excited expressions of the merchants, Allen knew that his goal had been achieved. After arousing their interest, Shawn's next job would be much easier. Fat Peter squeezed in, his eyes shining, "Lord Alan, what's your offer for this Thunderwolf rifle?"

Ellen pushed Shawn forward. Shawn took a deep breath and said, "Each Thunderwolf rifle is priced at three hundred gold coins with a hundred rounds of ammunition. We need to buy more than that."