Chapter 357 The Mishap Begins!

He picked up the gun.

It felt extremely light in his hand, made entirely of some special synthetic plastic material.

Whether in color or design, this gun was incredibly ordinary.

The entire body was a dull, dark gray, and the surface didn't even have any anti-slip tactical texture.

It lacked the luster of metal and the rail interfaces common on high-end weapons.

Compared to the avant-garde, custom-made equipment beside it that radiated a faint, murderous aura...

This thing looked like a water gun bought wholesale from a two-dollar store on the street.

The young special operations member frowned slightly.

He felt that placing this item in such a high-spec, top-secret weapon case made it look completely out of place.

And the reason he had noticed it in this case full of lethal weapons...

Was not because of any unique features in the gun's appearance.

It was because of the manual tucked underneath it.

...

Underneath this pistol, there was actually a manual over a hundred pages thick!

At first, he thought he had seen it wrong.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously.

After all, in an agent's common knowledge, no matter how complex the structure of a personal defense weapon like a pistol was, a folded piece of cardstock was enough to illustrate the disassembly and maintenance procedures.

Who on earth would make a pistol and package it with a manual thicker than an Oxford dictionary?

Then.

He put down the pistol and truly picked up the heavy volume.

He discovered that the manual alone was indeed over a hundred pages long.

Not only was the volume thick, but it was also beautifully bound, and the paper felt excellent to the touch.

The young operative stared blankly at the massive tome in his hands.

He felt his military common sense taking a massive hit.

This comrade from the Special Front opened his mouth wide.

He really couldn't help himself and blurted out a curse:

"What the hell?"

"Is it really this thick?"

...

Though he kept his voice down, the exclamation still sounded abrupt in the quiet safe house.

Several veteran members nearby, who were checking magazines and daggers, all turned their heads at the sound.

When they saw the brick-like manual the young member was holding, they were also somewhat dumbfounded.

...

The young member swallowed hard.

He flipped open the first page of the manual.

His gaze quickly scanned the table of contents.

With just one glance, he felt his heart go numb.

The title of Chapter One read: [Ignition Point Infrared Thermal Imaging Detection System].

The young agent's brain worked at high speed, immediately beginning a hardcore mental simulation based on a real combat environment.

'Ignition point?'

'This must be a code name used by the Military Industry Department for secrecy!'

'The so-called ignition point definitely refers to the thermal radiation source emitted by a human body!'

'This gun actually integrates a miniature infrared thermal imaging automatic target acquisition system!'

Excitedly, he continued flipping through.

Chapter Two: [Sub-Projectile Split Cruise System].

Looking at the complex formulas for mid-air detonation, miniature projectile dispersal radius, and wind resistance correction...

The young member's hands began to tremble slightly.

'Sub-projectile split! Cruise!'

'My god, this isn't some ordinary pistol at all!'

'This is a strategic-grade individual weapon capable of firing miniature MIRV cruise missiles!' This thought surfaced in his mind.

He could already see himself pulling the trigger in a narrow office building in the industrial park.

A single bullet would be fired, instantly splitting into a dozen miniature bombs with autonomous homing systems in the hallway, clearing out all the militants in the room in a shocking display.

This was simply a divine tool tailor-made for clearing out remaining enemies indoors!

He couldn't wait to flip to Chapter Three.

[Self-Assembling Modular Firefighting Unit].

The manual detailed how to fill the interior of the bullets with powder, gas, and acid-base liquids.

Looking at these descriptions, an excited smile appeared on the young member's face.

...

'Firefighting unit?'

'Who are you kidding!'

'This clearly allows an agent to self-load special miniature plastic explosives, lethal nerve gas, or strong acid corrosive liquids according to different combat needs!'

'Modular mounting, this is too advanced!'

At this moment, he completely understood.

The reason this gun looked so unremarkable, even somewhat cheap...

Was entirely to achieve the ultimate camouflage effect!

This was the ultimate trump card created by the national Military Industry Department with all their might to ensure their decapitation strike was foolproof! (Li Jiajun: Wait, is that right?)

Without hesitation, he tucked the dull gray plastic pistol into his tactical belt and then carefully stored the heavy manual close to his body.

With this weapon of mass destruction, he felt that this mission was already in the bag.

...

Meanwhile.

In the underground corridor of a certain Military Industry Department building.

The sweating Xiao Wang had just finished the equipment hand-over.

After leaving the safe house, he was walking quickly down the long corridor toward the Communications Office.

He still had to finalize several backup evacuation routes for the decapitation squad after they infiltrated Sanbianpo. After all, their department was also responsible for the corresponding logistics work.

Suddenly.

His footsteps stopped.

His leather shoes made a short scuffing sound on the polished floor.

Standing in the middle of the empty corridor, his brow furrowed tightly.

He raised his hand and scratched the back of his head in confusion.

He felt as if he had forgotten something.

And it was a small matter that had happened not long ago.

...

The lighting in the corridor was somewhat dim.

He tried to replay the entire process in his mind, from receiving the emergency mission to retrieving the equipment from the armory, and then delivering it to the safe house.

The route was planned.

The combination case was locked.

He had also gone through the list of special weapons in his head.

In all of this... what exactly had been missed?

...

Actually, the laughable truth was far too absurd.

It turned out that the hurried Xiao Wang's mind had been filled with the danger and urgency of the decapitation strike.

Every one of his nerves was taut for the safety of the frontline agents.

In that high-pressure state, his brain had automatically filtered out all redundant information unrelated to the mission.

He had actually completely forgotten to take out that Parent-Child Firefighting Pistol and put it back in the [Special Retention Area]!

That was a defective product Liu Jianguo had casually handed to him to throw into the scrap warehouse to gather dust.

That was a failure created by Li Jiajun that could barely even extinguish a lighter flame and could only be used as a toy for children!

Just because he had conveniently tucked the gun and its manual into the documents and stuffed them together into the special weapons combination case.

As a result, this piece of defective firefighting equipment, which had no lethality whatsoever...

Had grandly mixed in with a pile of custom-made lethal weapons representing the pinnacle of Eastern Country's industrial crystals.

This oolong was simply ridiculous to the extreme.

...

Xiao Wang stood in the corridor.

He thought for a long time.

He recalled the details from the moment he left Minister Liu's office, but there was always a piece of memory that seemed obscured by mist, impossible to see clearly.

After letting out a long sigh.

He shook his head, speechless.

Since he couldn't remember, he wouldn't think about it anymore.

The brothers on the front line were still waiting for his evacuation plan; he couldn't afford to waste time here agonizing over some ethereal intuition.

He still had many things to attend to.

He shook off that faint trace of unease in his mind, took large strides again, and hurriedly disappeared around the corner of the corridor.