Chapter 347 Firefighting Mother-and-Child Pistols

"...welcoming a revolutionary breakthrough!"

Li Jiajun patted Wang Dachui on the shoulder, his tone filled with ambition and grand vision for the future.

Hearing these words,

Wang Dachui swallowed hard with difficulty.

In his hand, he clutched the blueprints for that "Super Fire Extinguishing Bomb" capable of instantly vacuuming all oxygen.

He only felt his scalp go numb.

He didn't dare say much and could only take heavy steps, turning to leave the office to prepare the preliminary matters for this world-destroying ultimate weapon.

...

As the office door was gently closed,

quiet returned to the room.

Li Jiajun sat back down in his large executive chair.

He didn't bother with the now black-screened livestream; instead, he turned his gaze toward several design sketches spread out on the large desk.

From bionic arthropod power firefighting exoskeletons to individual rocket fire extinguishers with a ten-kilometer range,

to all-terrain tracked armored fire trucks, and the recently finalized Super Thermobaric Fire Extinguishing Bomb.

Looking at these freshly minted masterpieces,

Li Jiajun stroked his chin, his brow furrowing bit by bit.

'Something's not right.'

'I did perfectly solve those pain points Uncle Liu mentioned regarding high-rise rescue and harsh environments.'

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'But these things, no matter how you look at them, seem meant for dealing with massive disasters like serial explosions at a tens-of-thousands-of-square-meters chemical plant.'

'The firepower is indeed fierce, and the protection is high.'

'But what if this is replaced by an ordinary daily fire alarm?' This thought surfaced in his mind.

Li Jiajun leaned back in his chair, digging deeper into this line of thinking.

He visualized some common fire scenarios.

For instance, someone forgetting to turn off the stove in the kitchen and setting the range hood on fire.

Or a trash can downstairs in a residential area being ignited by an unextinguished cigarette butt.

Facing such minor fire situations,

should firefighters really drive tracked armored vehicles, rumbling through the residential greenery to charge in?

Or should a firefighter stand on a high ground ten kilometers away,

and launch a single-soldier shoulder-mounted rocket fire extinguisher?

Or perhaps throw a Super Fire Extinguishing Bomb into a trash can, which would instantly vacuum the oxygen within a hundred-meter radius? If there are elderly people nearby with poor lung health, would they even be able to breathe?

He felt that while these large-scale firefighting devices could handle major scenes,

they indeed lacked basic flexibility.

...

The next morning,

sunlight streamed through the glass windows of the old factory building, spilling onto the desk.

As a factory director who strove for perfection, Li Jiajun would never allow such an obvious gap in his product line.

He decided to supplement his existing heavy firefighting equipment.

He had to create a smaller piece of equipment specifically for handling daily minor fires.

He sat in his office,

holding a cup of hot tea, his brain working rapidly.

"It needs to be compact."

"It needs to be portable."

"And it must be able to accurately cover small-scale ignition points without damaging innocent furniture."

Following this logic of precision removal of combustibles,

soon,

a brand-new inspiration took shape in his mind.

"Small Firefighting Sub-Mother Pistol!"

Li Jiajun put down his teacup, his eyes lighting up.

Although he had doodled concept art for other small toys like a Gatling gun fire extinguisher yesterday,

those were still in the blueprint stage, and there were many ammunition feeding structure issues to solve.

Only for this "Small Firefighting Sub-Mother Pistol,"

Li Jiajun was relatively confident.

Because the technical foundation of this thing didn't require him to start from scratch or rebuild it entirely.

He already had something ready-made!

This happened to be a technical variant of the "twin-tailed scorpion" delivery drone he had created earlier.

...

He remembered clearly.

Back when he was working on that twin-tailed scorpion drone to cooperate with Express Delivery Company,

one of the core and most prideful technologies was the cargo bay system that could automatically separate in the air, accurately track enemies, and deliver parcels.

It only needed to be miniaturized.

Wouldn't that be a perfect precision fire extinguisher that could wipe out flames without even needing to aim?

Having clarified this logic,

Li Jiajun was full of drive.

He immediately decided not to slack off and, while his hands were still warm, go and create a prototype of this gun right away.

...

He stood up and walked out of the spacious office.

Bypassing the main factory building in front, he headed straight for an old warehouse at the back of the factory compound.

Initially,

because the twin-tailed scorpion drone's performance was too advanced, its trajectory had been captured by Air Force radar, causing a huge amount of trouble.

The flagship production line used to produce the core motherboards and swarm cargo bays had long since been hauled away overnight by heavy military trucks.

However,

while taking inventory of assets,

Li Jiajun discovered that in the most inconspicuous corner of the workshop, there was actually a set of old equipment left over for testing scraps.

That thing was usually just used to test the hardness of plastic shells—marginal machinery used for pressing a few defective molds.

It didn't involve the burning of core algorithms at all.

At that time, the officials didn't even give it a second look, leaving it here as scrap metal.

And now, this pile of scrap metal could just happen to be put to great use.

Pushing open the heavy door of the old warehouse,

a pungent smell of engine oil hit him.

Li Jiajun walked to that dust-covered scrap testing equipment and gave it a simple wipe with a nearby rag.

He connected the power.

Listening to the "humming" startup sound of the motor,

he began to use his superior hands-on skills to slightly modify the remaining equipment.

He adjusted the caliber of the stamping mold.

He replaced the pressure valve of the injection molding pipe.

Then,

he found some high-strength synthetic plastic pellets and poured them into the feed inlet.

In this corner where no outsiders would disturb him,

Li Jiajun devoted himself entirely to the manufacture of the new toy.

Accompanied by the rhythmic stamping sound of the machine,

it didn't take long

for him to use this cobbled-together, crude production line to successfully produce a sample pistol ahead of schedule.

...

Li Jiajun stopped the machine and turned off the power.

Wearing labor protection gloves, he took the still somewhat warm piece of work out of the discharge chute.

This was a pistol that was dark gray all over.

Its material was entirely made of special synthetic plastic.

The surface had no metallic luster, nor were there any fancy tactical rails.

Judging solely by its appearance, it was truly unremarkable.

If there was anything special about it,

it was that to accommodate the internally complex "sub-mother fire extinguishing bomb," its barrel and grip were at most a tiny bit larger than an average pistol.

It felt light in the hand, completely lacking the heavy sense of oppression found in traditional metal firearms.

"The appearance is average, but as long as it works well, it's fine."

Li Jiajun toyed with it for a bit and nodded in satisfaction.

Afterward,

he stuffed several newly pressed miniature bullets, filled with high-pressure dry powder and carbon dioxide, into his pocket.

Holding the prototype,

he turned around with high expectations and walked toward the broad open space in the factory's backyard.

He prepared to conduct a field test to see how the actual combat effectiveness of this small firefighting pistol, which utilized drone splitting technology, really was.