Chapter 415 Li Jiajun's Clever Idea

The scene returns to Sanbianpo, where the rain is pouring down.

High up on that abandoned platform.

Rainwater gathered into murky puddles along the slanting concrete slabs.

Old Wolf, Yan Poyue, and the other eight Special Operations Team Members were all dumbfounded at this moment.

Everyone froze in place.

They remained half-squatting or half-prone in the muddy water, maintaining their tactical positions from the previous second.

The instant that creepy electronic sound rang out, everyone felt as if the blood in their bodies had frozen solid.

A chill surged straight to their skulls, spreading along their soaked tactical vests.

Because the environment they were currently in was no safe exercise training ground.

It was, in every sense of the word, the heart of the enemy camp.

All around them were armed patrols with hounds and hidden sentries maintaining a web of interlocking firepower.

It could be described as extremely dangerous.

The slightest slip-up would result in being turned into a sieve by the dense crossfire of rifle nets.

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Just moments ago, while they were arranging their formation and discussing tactics...

...in order to avoid exposing their positions...

...these eight top elite agents had all huddled their heads together, lowering their voices to the absolute minimum, discernible only by the vibration of airflow.

Even the tactical communication channels on their helmets had been set to the quietest anti-eavesdropping mode.

And now.

A crisp "beep" had suddenly sounded in the air without any warning.

...

It was a typical artificial electronic synthesized sound.

Although the sound wasn't particularly loud...

...masked by the sound of the torrential rain and the howling wind, it wasn't very obvious from a distance.

But.

For the eight team members on the platform, at this moment when their nerves were strained to the breaking point, this sound was terrifying enough!

Several sharp gazes, like blades, instantly converged in the darkness.

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At this time.

Yan Poyue's entire body stiffened.

His facial muscles completely lost the ability to maintain any expression.

His ears, which had undergone countless extreme hearing training sessions, keenly captured the direction of the sound source.

Because he heard it crystal clear.

This deadly sound didn't come from a nearby communication base station, nor was it some detector thrown by an enemy.

The sound came from his own person.

...

Cold sweat poured uncontrollably from his forehead, mixing with the icy rain and flowing down his cheeks.

It dripped into the collar of his tactical uniform.

Bringing a scalp-numbing shudder.

Yan Poyue subconsciously reached out his right hand.

Along the edge of his tactical belt.

He felt toward the MOLLE Multi-functional Tactical Accessory Pouch used for miscellaneous items, hanging below his left ribs.

He undid the silent fastener.

His fingers, wearing half-fingered tactical gloves, quickly slid through the gaps in the soaked nylon fabric and reached into the narrow interior space.

The next second.

His fingertips touched an object.

He felt the non-slip grip with the texture of cheap plastic.

That familiar tactile sensation.

It had neither the cold hardness of military polymers nor the specific weight of tactical firearms.

It was that dusty-looking Firefighting Parent-Child Pistol!

...

The moment he confirmed the item in the accessory pouch.

Yan Poyue was even more dumbfounded.

His eyes widened slightly, and his brain experienced a brief shutdown.

One must know.

That night in that musty hotel room in the small town.

Out of a competitive overachiever's mindset, he had pressed that hidden button according to the manual's instructions.

After activating the One-key Smart Matching Mode.

This crappy pistol had only flashed its indicator lights at the bottom twice and broadcasted a message that the parameter entry was complete.

After that, it showed no more activity.

It had completely turned into a lifeless lump of plastic.

At the time, Yan Poyue thought the thing was just a prank toy and was so annoyed he threw it directly into the bottom of his suitcase.

...

But the current situation completely exceeded the limits of his understanding.

When he was organizing his infiltration gear before leaving the hotel last night.

For the sake of absolute stealth and safety during the operation, he clearly had not brought this pistol.

He remembered clearly that he had pressed this crappy plastic gun into the very bottom of his black suitcase, covered it with three changes of clothes, and finally even locked the combination lock.

But now.

This crappy plastic pistol that was locked in that little hotel...

...had actually appeared out of thin air in the tactical accessory pouch he was carrying!

It had even followed him closely, evading numerous open and hidden sentry checks all the way, and climbed onto this abandoned platform!

'Is this one-key smart matching really this smart?'

'It can actively follow its owner, and if the owner doesn't bring it, it can crawl into the owner's pocket.' Such a thought emerged in his heart.

Yan Poyue was speechless to the extreme.

He wondered in his mind: could it be that after he left, this thing actively crawled into his bag?

This level of technology was a bit too ridiculous.

...

In fact.

This was precisely an industrial ingenuity that Li Jiajun had deliberately added during the R&D phase when he was modifying this pistol using drone chassis technology.

In Li Jiajun's simple business understanding.

The main audience for this kind of toy was children generally between three and five years old.

And the most typical characteristic of children in this age group playing with toys was being forgetful.

They would often play excitedly in the park and then leave the toy in the sandbox when it was time to go home.

To improve the customer experience and avoid negative reviews caused by parents having to frequently repurchase...

...he used the twin-tailed scorpion drone's Optical Tracking Module and Ultra-quiet Hovering Technology to thoughtfully add such an anti-loss feature to this toy gun.

...

And this anti-loss function was also very simple:

As long as it was bound to a user...

...once it detected that its main body was about to exceed the owner's safe activity radius...

...or if the previously set usage time arrived...

...it would automatically activate Optical Stealth and silently fly back into the pocket or bag most frequently used by the owner.

...

This also fully reflected the side of Li Jiajun, the people's toymaker, who truly considered the people.

It was full of the social responsibility a conscientious enterprise should have.

After all, if it were those unscrupulous toy manufacturers outside who used any means to make money...

...they would wish for children to lose their toys.

Because once lost, parents would have to buy new ones.

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