Chapter 416 You're even doing bilingual broadcasting?

Heavy rain continued to wash over the cold, abandoned platform.

Yan Poyue knelt on one knee in the muddy water, his right hand still reaching into his tactical pouch.

Through the soaked nylon fabric...

The sensation of cheap plastic transmitted through his tactical gloves' fingertips left his mind in a tangled mess.

The logical reasoning abilities that this top-tier student from Tsinghua-Peking University took so much pride in were declared completely paralyzed at this moment.

He couldn't fathom why this plastic lump, which should have been lying at the bottom of his suitcase in a small hotel, had crossed multiple lines of defense to appear here.

And just as he fell into a deep state of self-doubt...

At the exact moment Yan Poyue was completely off guard...

The Firefighting Parent-Child Pistol began its full activation.

The sleep program was instantly awakened, and a faint current surged through the power circuits.

Because the internal timer determined that it was now the "firefighting time" Yan Poyue had verbally set last night in that dim hotel room.

Immediately following that...

A clear notification sound emanated from the interior of the plastic pistol.

"Beep—"

A highly piercing electronic synthesized voice rang out abruptly on this exposed high platform.

"Strong firefighting impulse detected from player!"

"Player-set firefighting time has arrived."

"Starting up..."

"Startup successful!"

...

The volume of this voice was simply too loud.

Even amidst the pounding of the torrential rain and the howling gale, it remained exceptionally piercing.

That crisp, high-frequency sound was like an awl, forcibly stabbing through the cover of the rain curtain.

This was actually entirely thanks to Li Jiajun's whimsical ideas while drawing blueprints in Baishui City.

When he was designing this "children's toy," he had specifically reserved enough space inside the grip.

He had specifically stuffed in a miniature external speaker unit with clearly excessive power.

And he had intentionally set it to this high, piercing volume.

In his business mindset, the original intention was very simple and pure.

It was to give children an immersive sense of roleplay while playing.

After all...

When children play with toys, whether they are holding a plastic sword or a water gun...

They love to shout slogans loudly, accompanied by various exaggerated onomatopoeias like "biubiu."

Only loud enough sound feedback could make those three- or four-year-old "little customers" feel that the weapon in their hands was immensely powerful.

To satisfy this childlike wonder, Li Jiajun had even directly deleted the silent mode option from the motherboard.

He felt that children playing with toys should be lively and noisy; what was the point of a silent mode?

However...

This "People's Toymaker" could never have imagined in his wildest dreams...

That this large speaker design he created for the sake of immersion...

Would be used here, in the heart of the enemy camp, where absolute silence must be maintained and the slightest mistake could cost a life.

It was no different from a stun grenade with its pin pulled.

...

The unscrupulous electronic notification voice spread rapidly along with the wind and rain.

The sound waves hit the cold concrete walls all around, producing a series of faint echoes.

Beneath a corridor not far from the high platform...

The light was dim here, and several thick concrete pillars blocked part of the wind and rain's assault.

A squad leader of a certain patrol team in the park was hiding in this sheltered blind spot, slacking off and smoking.

This leader wore a low-quality dark green raincoat, its hem constantly dripping water.

He held an assault rifle that was somewhat rusty due to lack of maintenance.

Wiping the water from his face, the leader looked at the curtain of rain falling in a continuous line outside.

In his heart, he couldn't stop cursing.

He kept complaining about the heartless orders issued by his own Park Director in this ghostly weather that even stray dogs wouldn't want to go out in.

'He's comfortably drinking expensive red wine, enjoying himself with women in his arms.'

'Yet he chooses this time to make us low-level armed personnel step up patrols.'

This huge disparity in treatment left the leader full of grievances.

He felt those above simply didn't treat them as human beings.

He fished a pack of somewhat damp cigarettes out of his raincoat pocket.

He brought it to the weak flame of a lighter and took a deep drag.

The pungent taste of low-quality tobacco spread through his lungs, dispelling a bit of the chill from his body.

Just as he tilted his head back slightly...

With his lips slightly parted, having just puffed out a smoke ring and preparing to grumble a few words to his subordinates...

He heard the electronic voice piercing through the rain curtain.

...

"Beep—"

"Strong firefighting impulse detected from player..."

That loud, mechanical tone drifted down from the edge of the abandoned platform diagonally above.

In this corridor where only the sound of wind and rain existed, it sounded particularly out of place.

The leader's fingers holding the cigarette jerked, and the burning ash fell into a puddle with a faint hiss.

He stopped his smoking motion.

On his fleshy face, his brows instantly knitted into a deep furrow.

A trace of confusion flickered in his eyes.

Being a local militant from Sanbianpo, he usually dealt with local dialects and some simple foreign words.

He couldn't understand this standard Eastern Country Mandarin broadcast at all.

He only felt that this voice did not belong to any communication equipment in their park.

With this doubt...

He immediately turned his head.

Lowering his voice, he asked the security guard next to him who had also run here to slack off.

He asked if the other person had heard some strange sound coming from somewhere.

The younger security guard had originally been leaning against a pillar yawning.

Hearing the leader's question...

He quickly stood up straight.

Tilting his ear, he listened carefully toward the high ground against the wind and rain.

Due to the interference of the rain just now, he hadn't heard it very clearly.

After a few seconds...

The guard scratched his hair and said somewhat uncertainly:

"Leader, I think I did hear a few words."

"And the pronunciation and tone sounded a bit familiar, like it was Eastern Country's language."

...

Just as the two of them were completely baffled and confused...

And even intended to poke their heads out to look up and see what was going on...

The Firefighting Parent-Child Pistol actually began a bilingual broadcast.

This was also the result of Li Jiajun's unusual business mind at work.

While perfecting the functions of this toy gun...

He considered that if production expanded in the future, he might take the business to the lower-tier markets of Southeast Asia to earn some foreign exchange.

To avoid customers returning goods due to language barriers after export, or to prevent parallel imports from being hard to sell...

He directly had someone burn multi-language packs for several Southeast Asian countries into the main control chip.

The system would detect its location and then seamlessly transition to automatically match the local language for a bilingual broadcast.

The crisp mechanical voice pierced the rain curtain again, falling accurately into the ears of the two men below.

"Environment detected, switching language library."

Then...

The gun used standard Burmese to rebroadcast the previous content.

"Strong firefighting impulse detected from player."

"Player-set firefighting time has arrived."

"Starting up... Startup successful."

Hearing this perfectly enunciated local language broadcast...

The patrol leader and the guard standing below looked at each other.

Both were completely dumbfounded.

The confusion in their eyes didn't dissipate; instead, it grew even thicker.

Player?

Firefighting impulse?

How could there be a child in their park?

...

Immediately after...

It was another bilingual broadcast in Eastern Country's language and Burmese.

"Lacking firefighting shells!"

"Player, please provide!"

This time...

This notification voice...

Including the leader hiding behind the pillar slacking off and the young security guard...

All of them heard it loud and clear.

Promptly, the two of them narrowed their eyes. This wasn't right, was it?

Their gazes instantly became dangerous.