In the free wizarding world, gun battles happen every day

"This is the basic map of the magic gun witchcraft configuration. If you want to become a real gun modifier, you can't just modify and modify simple external hardware. You must understand the magic gun witchcraft configuration.

This basic atlas contains all common witchcraft configurations. You must memorize them all to become a qualified firearms modifier.

And if you want to break through and become a gunsmith or even a gunsmith, then you have to understand all these diagrams thoroughly and be familiar with them by heart. "

Weston's scalp felt numb as he took over this heavy tome.

How many maps are needed for such a thick book?

"Don't be lazy, use all your free time to study. I will track your study progress every day."

Looking at Mashal with a straight face, Weston seemed to have seen the fifth grandfather who took him away from his parents and headed to the United States in his previous life.

It was the time when Weston had just gone abroad and studied with Grandpa Fifth.

This is how Grandpa Wu taught the homesick Weston a lesson with a straight face. He used heavy academic lessons to help Weston gradually adapt to the changes in the environment while being busy.

"Teacher, I will try my best."

Weston held this tome in his arms and bowed deeply to Mashal to thank him.

After leaving the gun modification shop, Weston got into a taxi driven by a mechanical puppet on the roadside.

While the taxi was twisting and turning in the urban streets, Weston lowered his head and studied the witchcraft construction map.

This book is indeed very suitable for newcomers like Weston. He starts from the most basic and simple firearm construction diagram, and gradually unfolds the core of magical firearms and the secrets of firearm witchcraft construction for new firearm modifiers.

For Weston, this is a brand new field, and Weston has a lot to learn.

While Weston lowered his head and focused on absorbing the knowledge in the witchcraft construction atlas, a faint white smoke began to float out of the taxi's ventilation system.

Weston soon noticed a faint bitter smell floating in the air.

Weston, who withdrew his attention from the book, only then realized that there was a faint white smoke floating in the entire carriage.

It was as if Weston was smoking in the car.

Weston realized something was wrong and immediately pulled the taxi door handle.

However, the locked door handle remained motionless no matter how Weston shook it.

Weston felt his head start to become drowsy, and immediately remembered his experience of being drugged in the fighting arena half a month ago.

Damn, come again...

Weston didn't know if the cultists who tricked him in the fighting arena appeared again.

But no matter who is plotting against him, Weston does not want to sit still and wait for death.

Weston pulled out the teapot from his waist with numb hands and shot it through the car window.

However, the people who plotted against Weston had already planned all of this.

The bullet fired from Weston's teapot hit the window glass and disappeared into the witchcrafted car window like a mud cow entering the sea.

Weston turned his gun and wanted to attack other positions, but it was too late.

The paralyzing toxin in the white smoke had spread all over Weston's body, paralyzing Weston's body.

Weston, who was paralyzed and out of control, collapsed on the back seat. The teapot in his hand slipped from his paralyzed and loose fingers and fell to the bottom of the car.

The taxi circled around the city and entered the underground parking lot of a building.

Immediately after the taxi drove in, a staff member came out, hung up a garage failure maintenance sign in front of the underground parking lot, and then locked the underground parking door.

Weston was slumped in the taxi, still conscious.

Weston watched helplessly as the taxi carrying him entered the underground parking lot and drove to the bottom of the parking lot.

Here, the parking lot was empty without a single car parked. Instead, there were a dozen mysterious people in hooded cloaks holding candles in a circle.

"Go and drag out the sacrifice of the Dragon of Destruction. We have to complete the sacrifice of the Dragon of Destruction and offer this sacrifice belonging to the Dragon of Destruction on the altar of the Dragon of Destruction."

Among the crowd, the mysterious man in cloak who was the leader spoke.

The two mysterious men walked towards the taxi under the order of the leader.

Weston looked at the familiar Dragon of Destruction symbol on the cloak chests of the two mysterious men facing him, and immediately understood that these people were old friends.

When the two cultists opened the door of the taxi and reached out to pull Weston sitting in the back seat.

What greeted them was Weston's trembling left hand holding a flint-haired blunderbuss against his forehead.

With a loud bang, the flintlock gun spit out a cloud of smoke remaining from the burning of old-fashioned magic gunpowder. In the smoke, a bullet flew out and penetrated the cultist's head.

Then it hit a basement load-bearing column a few meters away.

Weston looked regretfully at the other cultist who had a lucky escape, and retreated in horror.

Just now, Weston adjusted his angle, hoping to kill two birds with one stone and kill two cultists at the same time.

However, the paralyzing toxin in his body had not been completely digested, and his hands could not help but tremble, causing Weston to miss the target.

However, this was already the limit of Jiang Jian's physique that Weston had relied on to improve his level many times and strengthen his skills.

These cultists also did their homework before carrying out this operation.

After asking for information in advance, I learned that Weston's talent was physical regeneration and his body was very strong, so the paralyzing toxin placed in the car was more than twice the usual amount.

However, even if they doubled the dose, they still underestimated Weston's physical strength.

What's more, he didn't expect that the skill debuff Weston just ordered last night resists the weakening effect of paralysis poison.

Level one debuff resistance can weaken the duration of persistent negative buffs by 8%.

Coupled with Weston's strong body, he finally got rid of his paralysis and gained some fighting ability before falling into the hands of the cultists.

After killing a cultist, the dimly lit carriage suddenly merged into darkness, covering Weston's figure.

Relying on the characteristics of the flint-hair gun and the Night Devil's cloak to provide cover, Weston struggled to climb out of the car door and hid in the back of the taxi.

Weston leaned on the wheel of the taxi and tried to move his hands and feet to speed up the elimination of the paralyzing toxins in his body.

However, the cultists were not stupid. After Weston fired, they all picked up their weapons and surrounded him.