Chapter 717 -84 Blind Spots and Destiny
As soon as Tel’s voice faded, he yanked down the red silk.
Suddenly the ‘Armstrong Spiral Acceleration Jet Cannon’ was revealed to everyone’s eyes.
Upon getting a clear view of the ‘Armstrong Spiral Acceleration Jet Cannon’, many twitched at the corners of their eyes and mouths.
The tall cylindrical body, the round spheres on both sides… does it resemble something?
"I feel somewhat offended.”
Bolun frowned slightly.
Why would the ‘Prophecy House’ need a ‘cannon’ to attract business?
And why would a formal member of the ‘Clock Tower’ have to work internships at a circus?
And why with a teacher?
Before, Bolun had believed he had a considerable understanding of the ‘Mystical Side.’
He felt he didn’t understand enough.
He needed to delve deeper.
Asked the young Knight.
As times change, cold weapons have long ceased to be the only choice for the ‘Mystical Side,’ from initially resisting to understanding and accepting ‘firearms,’ it took quite some time.
But once accepted and the convenience of ‘firearms’ was discovered, most of the ‘Mystical Side’ practitioners couldn’t get enough of them.
Swinging swords one moment, suddenly pulling out a gun to shoot the next?
After all, times have changed.
Vince was well-versed in most light and heavy firearms and knew about heavy firepower.
But he was not very familiar with the ‘Armstrong Spiral Acceleration Jet Cannon’ before him, and so, he was concerned about safety.
"When the ‘Prophecy House’ opened, I personally tested it hundreds of times!”
"There’s no problem!”
Tel said with full confidence.
"How was the business?”
Bolun asked subconsciously.
For some reason, young people always seem to be curious about ‘business’ inadvertently.
"After work, I could even eat doughnuts with the teacher.”
Tel said, looking down guiltily as he spoke.
Bore flexed the corners of his mouth and, in the end, did not pursue further questions.
A ‘business’ that focused on eating doughnuts after work could only be imagined as quite dismal.
No one cared even after price drops, right?
Thinking this, Bore looked at Jason.
All eyes were on Jason.
Looking at the ‘Armstrong Spiral Acceleration Jet Cannon’ in front of him and imagining what he would look like being shot out of it, Jason suddenly thought of a special phrase often used by netizens of his hometown when ‘roasting’ others.
It’s quite inappropriate!
With that thought, Jason still took the helmet Tel handed to him.
"Enter from this side.”
"Don’t worry, I’m very accurate.”
Tel said as he opened a door at the back of the ‘cannon barrel’ for Jason, and after Jason climbed in, Tel immediately began to adjust the angle of the barrel.
"Are you really accurate?”
Vince looked doubtfully at Tel.
"I have a perfect record!”
Tel said confidently, but sweat started forming in his palms.
He had real confidence in his ‘cannon-firing’ skills, which was honed at the circus.
But he had no confidence in his own ‘mouth.’
Would he jinx it again?
Although he didn’t want to admit it and always made excuses for himself, Tel knew his own circumstances all too well.
Self-deception was harmless most of the time.
It was just his last act of defiance.
But this time was different!
This concerned Jason, and if he failed…
Involuntarily, Tel began to feel nervous.
Just then, a voice came through—
Bolun looked into the distance, as if he were eyeing the ‘Angel Envoy’ in mid-air, but Tel was sure that it was Bolun who had spoken.
Tel was far too familiar with the voice and tone of Bolun.
Quietly, Tel adjusted the angle.
Then suddenly, a question arose.
How much higher should he aim?
As Tel pondered, the night wind brought dust, and he felt a tickle in his nose.
Tel let out a big sneeze, bending his waist and lifting his hand instinctively.
It was a completely reflexive reaction.
By the time he realized it, he found his hand was already on the launch button.
Tel’s face went pale.
He hadn’t finished adjusting.
Magical brilliance flashed from the barrel of the ‘Armstrong Spiral Acceleration Jet Cannon,’ and Jason shot straight out.
Tel felt cold in his hands and feet.
This member of the ‘Clock Tower’ stationed at the ‘Ground Reconnaissance Bureau’ could already imagine what would happen after Jason flew past the ‘Angel Envoy.’
Everyone’s complaints.
Jason’s disappointment.
Forget going to confess to Telly.
Perhaps Telly wouldn’t even want to see him again.
This isn’t what I wanted!
Can the heavens hear my prayers?
If you can, I’m willing to trade my precious complete uncut collection of ‘Detective’ for this shot to hit its mark!
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