Pirate's Swamp Fruit

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Wayne and the others were so excited that they almost jumped up.

Wilder's idea gave them a lot of wholesale. Wayne looked at Wilder excitedly and said: "Your Majesty, maybe you can also make the explosion produce poisonous mist, or hide a spicy powder inside. There are many more”

"Okay, I will leave this matter to you. I am here this time for another matter." Wilde also had a smile on his face because of Wayne's words. After taking a sip of tea, his expression changed again. Get serious.

"Take a pen and paper."

"Yes."

When Wayne and others saw this, they also became quiet and serious. One of them stood up and brought a piece of white paper and a pen. Then several people looked at Wilder with eyes full of curiosity and expectation. Picked up the pen and started drawing on the paper.

The tip of the pen rubbed against the paper making a small rustling sound.

Not long after, Wilder put down his pen, and looked up at the men who made a gesture of looking forward to it.

"Let's take a look. I named this pistol, zg01. I wrote some detailed instructions on it. You should study it yourself. I will see the finished product of this thing within half a year." Wilder stood up and faced the gun. After finishing the expressionless speech, the person has already walked out of the main hall.

Not caring about the reactions of Wayne and the others, Wilder walked out of the munitions department without looking back.

"It took a lot of time."

It was already night when we returned to the palace. Standing on the large balcony, Wilder glanced at the direction of the coast, then withdrew his gaze, turned and walked towards the bedroom.

Tomorrow, we will start practicing.

In the early morning of the next day, Wilde walked out of the palace pumping all his energy and blood, and went straight to the cliff behind.

Without stopping, Wilde stepped on the footsteps, and the air exploded into white flowers, and the body rose upwards layer by layer.

In the blink of an eye, we came to the flat land above the cliff.

Less than a hundred meters ahead is a lonely forest, primitive and filled with boundless marsh gas.

Although there is also some marsh gas below the cliff, the concentration is not the same as above.

Wilde climbed up a big tree and sat cross-legged on a branch as thick as a person. His sharp eyes glanced around and then closed.

It has been a long time since the last time he practiced and developed the ability characteristic of biogas. The breakthrough he made last time was huge for Wilder.