Chapter 313

McGonagall looked at Mo Bai's face and apologized sincerely. What he said should mean was triple protection. The dosage was the same as usual, but he just dropped a little bit into it... Warcraft nuclear powder?

This kind of explosion can't be caused without enough equivalent explosives. Judging from the collapse pit in the middle of the blacksmith shop, Mo Bai's experiment was conducted at least five meters underground.

This depth can also cause this degree of damage. The power of the explosion can be imagined. It is obviously impossible for the crude explosive made in ink and white to do so. Then the point of Warcraft crystal core powder that he said added to it absolutely played a vital role.

"Even so, I hope you can avoid doing blasting tests directly at home in the future. I am responsible for the safety of Amy and the guests." McGonagall looks at Mo Bai and nods slightly. He can accept Mo Bai's reason, but he can't accept that he continues to do experiments that even he can't control and predict the consequences.

"Well, in today's situation, I dare not do it at home. It's not good to scare the boss." Mo Bai nodded awkwardly, rubbed his hands again, and said excitedly, "but boss Mai, I seem to have found a way to increase that kind of energy. Adding a certain amount of Warcraft crystal core powder to it will increase its power hundreds of times. If the amount is enough, is it possible to threaten the dragon?"

After getting Mo Bai's promise, McGonagall's expression has improved a lot. As long as he doesn't do anything at home, Mo Bai doesn't care what he does.

Moreover, he is also very interested in this method of increasing the power of explosives in a straight line. After all, the world is so dangerous that he can't get Italian guns from the system. Maybe he can help himself and get some self-defense thermal weapons.

Two Italian cannons were set up at the entrance of the restaurant. I think it's inexplicable.

McGonagall can't help admiring Mobai for being able to make explosives more powerful than TNT in a different world where black powder doesn't appear. Is this the legendary dynamite genius?

"If the quantity is enough and the energy can be compressed and superimposed, there should be hope to kill a dragon." McGonagall nodded, pondered for a while, and then said, "but if the target is the dragon, I suggest that we rely on compression to increase the density, and then use something to launch it, so that the explosion will happen next to the dragon."

"What can send them out?" Mo Bai's eyes suddenly brightened. He looked at McGonagall with expectation and nervousness. This is the problem he has been bothering and wants to solve.

"Cannon." McGrady said.

"Cannon?" Mo Bai was puzzled.

"Yes, it's a gun. It's something that can deliver that thing to the dragon. It's something that's nearby." MEG nodded.

"Warning! Host, your behavior is very dangerous! It is very likely to accelerate the development of Nolan and lead to the abnormal development of the world! " A serious voice from the system sounded.

"System, black powder was invented in the Tang Dynasty. Although it was used in wars one after another, it has completely replaced bows and arrows. It's thousands of years later. Don't put it on my head. I can't afford it." McGonagall curled his mouth and continued: "and I didn't invent the gunpowder in this world. People started to use TNT directly. I can only look at this kind of genius and sigh."

The system fell into silence.

"Is there such a thing? What is the gun?" Mo Bai can't help but step forward and look at McGonagall. He looks a little excited. McGonagall's words are stuck in his heart.

"Cannon, you can use it as a kind of projection device, but it only exists in my mind now. It's not sure whether it can be used in practice." Meg said with a smile, shaking his head.

"Can you tell me about it, Mr. McGonagall? I really need this kind of thing urgently. If it can be used, I can pay you a fee. " Mo Bai's eyes were burning at MEG.

"I don't need money, but recently there are always some messy guys who come to the restaurant to make trouble. If boss Mobai can really make a baby who can kill the dragon, can he put one at the door of the restaurant to frighten the curfew?" McGonagall waved with a smile.

"If it can be done, of course, there is no problem." Mo Bai Leng for a while, nodded.

"My idea may not be very mature, but maybe you can refer to it. Let's sit in the advanced restaurant." MEG nodded, turned and walked towards the restaurant.

"I... forget it now. I've asked them to repair the house. They are so dirty that the restaurant will be open soon. We can't delay Mr. Mai's business." Mo Bai looked down at his dusty clothes and black hands, and shook his head.

"It doesn't matter. Come on in. The waiter will clean it before going to work. I'll draw some things for you to understand." McGonagall pushed the door straight in and said without looking back.

Mo Bai hesitated for a moment, or followed the door into the restaurant.

"Wash your hands and face first." MEG came out of the kitchen with a basin of water on the table.

"Thank you." Mo Bai looks into McGonagall's eyes. Although McGonagall has been suppressing his anger before, what he feels now is respect.

McGonagall took the black water, took a glass of water and gently put it in front of Mobai. Then he put his pen and paper on the table, opened his chair and sat down. Looking at Mobai, he said with a smile: "drink some water. What I said may be a little complicated. Just listen to it. It's too early to make artillery before you control the stability of explosives."

"Dynamite?" Mo Bai sits down, drinks a water, some don't understand of looking at McGonagall.

McGonagall immediately came back to himself. There is no such name as dynamite in the world. He asked with a smile, "why do you want to call the thing that will explode that you made today?"

"In that case, it seems that it's not bad to call it dynamite." Mo Bai thought seriously and nodded.

"Well, let's call it dynamite for the time being, and the so-called gun is a process in which gunpowder burns in a confined space to generate a huge thrust, and then pushes the compressed explosive to get kinetic energy, so as to eject the gun barrel and finally explode." McGonagall brushed the paper a few times, pointed to a gun tube between the two circles, and said seriously, "you see, that's probably what it looks like."