Chapter 417: Is the instruction manual not useless?

The bilingual broadcast from just a moment ago still hovered in the surrounding air.

The prompt tone echoed in the air.

This sound not only awakened the armed patrols.

Through the high-sensitivity microphones on the team members' helmets, this undisguised electronic synthesized voice had also crossed the long distance without reservation, cutting directly into the Logistics Center hall back home.

Inside the spacious and bright command center, the staff officers, who a second ago had breathed a sigh of relief because the special operations team had successfully infiltrated the high-altitude platform, now heard this clear electronic voice demanding ammunition.

The air pressure in the entire hall seemed to drop to freezing point in an instant.

The Old Chief, whose eyes had seen all manner of storms, widened his eyes abruptly.

The old man could not understand how, in the heart of an enemy camp that required absolute silence, such a broadcast voice—sounding like a market loudspeaker—could suddenly erupt!

And Liu Jianguo's subordinate, Xiao Wang, was even more dumbfounded.

"Wait? This?"

Am I some kind of oracle whose words become reality?!

"And... this toy pistol, you actually do bilingual broadcasts???? "

Meanwhile, on the abandoned platform in Sanbianpo where they were in danger, the gale was still raging, and the rain was mercilessly lashing against the surrounding concrete walls.

Old Wolf, Yan Poyue, and the rest of the eight-man team also had their expressions changing repeatedly.

Soon, they all reacted.

Old Wolf lowered his voice and said to Yan Poyue: "Turn it off quickly!"

However, many times, the direction of events is often swayed by small details.

At this critical juncture, this battle-hardened Captain Old Wolf usually spoke with a heavy southwestern accent.

Although he tried to deliberately correct it while executing missions, in his anxiety, that native accent still slipped out uncontrollably.

That anxious command, accompanied by the howling wind and the massive white noise of bean-sized raindrops hitting metal scrap, was interfered with by these layers of rain.

When it reached the hidden high-precision microphone on the surface of the pistol, the frequency of the sound waves shifted severely.

The micro-processing motherboard hidden inside the gun body immediately began to calculate.

The internal chip of this Firefighting Parent-Child Pistol misidentified the instruction.

You must know that when Li Jiajun was developing this thing on his desk in Baishui City, he considered that the main audience for this product was three or four-year-old children.

Children often mumble and have inaccurate pronunciation.

To improve the toy's interactive experience, Li Jiajun specifically added a set of broad error-correction and association algorithms into the voice recognition module.

This led to the result that when the chip had just finished the broadcast for the "lacking fire extinguishing shell" scenario, it received this blurry voice command.

Through that magical association algorithm, it directly mistranslated the heavily accented sentence, mistakenly thinking that the player had issued an instruction for it to actively search for and load a fire extinguishing shell.

Command verification passed.

A miraculous scene occurred.

A faint mechanical clicking sound came from the flap of the tactical pouch at Yan Poyue's waist.

The nylon fastener used to secure the closure was forced open by a force generated from within.

Immediately after, from the small hole at the bottom of the Firefighting Parent-Child Pistol—which Yan Poyue was not holding—that looked like an ornament, a faint pale blue halo emanated.

Driven by the powerful internal micro-anti-gravity suspension device, this piece of gray synthetic plastic emitted a faint buzzing sound like the wings of a worker bee.

It actually broke free from the constraints of the tactical pocket and flew out.

Under the dumbfounded gaze of several surrounding special operations team members, this pistol, which looked like a toy, ignored gravity and automatically hovered in mid-air.

About a meter above the ground, the gun body was so steady that it didn't sway in the slightest.

Subsequently, a microscopic optical sensor on the side of the gun flashed an imperceptible red light.

It quickly scanned the available materials around it.

A hidden slot at its rear popped open.

Adjusting its hovering posture, the tail of the firearm seemed to grow eyes, accurately docking with the special bullets brought in Yan Poyue's ammunition pouch.

Those bullets, originally intended to fit a non-metallic submachine gun, surprisingly matched the caliber perfectly.

Accompanied by the smooth contraction friction of mechanical parts, it completed a crisp, clicky automatic loading.

The entire sequence of actions was fluid and fast, leaving no time for anyone to react.

Yan Poyue stared at the weapon hovering in front of him, which had already entered a ready-to-fire state.

This special operations member, who was known for his excellent psychological quality, was completely dumbfounded.

His eyes widened, and his pupils contracted involuntarily.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva mixed with rainwater.

He hurriedly reached out, his fingers groping in mid-air toward the hovering gun body, wanting to find the power button by instinct to press it and turn it off.

But at this moment, his movement stopped halfway, frozen in the wind and rain.

Because he suddenly realized in his mind that turning it off no longer had any meaning.

At this moment, the whereabouts of their team were already on the verge of exposure.

The plan for covert infiltration had completely failed.

The surprise attack, which could have avoided a direct confrontation, had turned into an ambush on all sides.

The situation had deteriorated to the worst possible state.

Being exposed in the base camp of hundreds of desperados with heavy firepower was almost no different from a direct death sentence.

Rainwater pelted Yan Poyue's helmet, making dense, muffled sounds.

After understanding the situation of being surrounded, Yan Poyue did not fall into panic and despair like an ordinary person.

As a top student from Qingbei, that deep-seated calmness in his bones instantly took the high ground.

All shock was forcibly suppressed in his heart.

His brain, like a processor being pushed to its limit, began to run crazily.

For a top student like him, what he was best at was facing a tangled mess of problems by building models and analyzing variables, quickly calculating and selecting the best answer for the current situation.

And the only variable at the moment was this plastic pistol hovering in mid-air, displaying a level of technology far beyond the era.

And at this moment, from some time ago, the content of that thick, Oxford dictionary-like instruction manual that he had rote-memorized, eyes reddened, and chewed through bit by bit—those tedious parameters, those complex voice control codes, those textual descriptions of multi-target locking and area coverage logic—began to flash rapidly through his mind.