Chapter 440 Long Aoao!

As the crisp sound of the doorbell echoed through the quiet corridor.

Inside.

Long Dagui, dragging his slightly pudgy body, pushed open the security door with a face full of confusion.

When he saw several uniformed officials standing outside, President Long, who usually called the shots in the business world, felt his legs go weak uncontrollably and nearly lost his footing.

He swallowed hard, his mind buzzing.

Ever since the last time his troublesome son drove that stealth child's car called "dragon knight no. 1" to the university town to meet a female student he'd met online, eventually leading to a city-wide police chase...

Long Dagui had developed a severe psychological shadow regarding uniformed personnel coming to his door.

What had gone wrong this time?

Drenched in sweat, he invited the staff into the spacious and luxurious living room.

Leading the team was a policewoman with ear-length short hair named Chen Xue.

Although Chen Xue was wearing an ordinary police uniform and appeared to be a community officer on a routine visit, she was actually an elite operative belonging to the Special Front.

Chen Xue walked into the living room, her gaze scanning the area like radar before finally locking onto the corner of a large leather sofa.

Sitting there was a nine-year-old boy.

It was the brat who had once single-handedly toyed with the city's traffic police; his real name was Long Xiaotian, while his childhood nickname and online ID were both Long Aoao.

At this moment.

Long Aoao was wearing a set of cartoon-patterned pajamas, his chubby little hands tightly clutching a dusty-looking plastic pistol.

This gun was the very Firefighting Parent-Child Pistol that had shaken the entire national machine and turned overseas Scam Parks into asura fields.

Looking at that unremarkable barrel, Chen Xue felt her scalp go numb.

As an insider, she knew all too well how terrifying this lethal weapon was.

Once the intelligent fire control system and MIRV technology inside were triggered, never mind this villa—half of this high-end residential area would be buried with it.

And now, such a dangerous object was being held in the arms of a little tot like a precious treasure.

The child's finger was even rubbing back and forth along the edge of the trigger guard.

This massive visual impact and the underlying sense of crisis caused the veteran Special Front operative's back to instantly break out in a cold sweat.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.

Facing such an immature child, Chen Xue didn't have any good forceful options.

Snatching it was absolutely out of the question; if the brat panicked and started pressing buttons randomly, triggering some "one-click match" command, no one could bear the consequences.

She could only walk over slowly.

She slowly crouched down in front of the sofa, trying to keep her eyes level with those of Long Aoao.

She forced what she thought was her kindest and gentlest smile.

"Hello there, little friend."

Chen Xue spoke softly, her tone filled with immense patience. "The thing you're holding can't stay with you, okay? Why don't you give it to big sister?"

Hearing this, Long Aoao's baby-fat face instantly tensed up.

Like a little tiger protecting its food, he shrank back into the depths of the sofa, clutching the gun even tighter.

He shook his head like a rattle.

"I won't!"

Long Aoao protested loudly, his voice crisp and clear. "This is a toy I bought with my own New Year's money! Why should I give it to you?"

Standing nearby, Long Dagui and Mother Long felt their hearts skip a beat, fearing their son was about to cause more trouble.

Chen Xue suppressed her anxiety and continued to try and persuade him.

"Ao'ao, be good," she said earnestly, pointing at the plastic gun. "This Firefighting Parent-Child Pistol is quite dangerous; it's not something children should play with."

Pausing for a moment, she threw out an incentive.

"If you want a toy, hand it over and big sister will take you to the mall to buy other toy guns, okay? Whether it's a gel blaster or a Transformer, you can pick whatever you want."

She fully expected such terms to be enough to move a nine-year-old boy.

However.

These words had the exact opposite effect on Long Aoao.

As soon as the brat heard the words "quite dangerous"...

Instead of showing any fear, his large, dark, and lively eyes instantly lit up with a brilliant glow.

To a boy in his "eighth-grader syndrome" phase, "dangerous" in an adult's mouth was the highest praise for a weapon's power!

He had always believed that only a divine artifact filled with a dangerous aura was worthy of his status as Master Ao'ao.

Long Aoao held the gun and shook his head frantically in refusal.

"I don't want other toy guns! Those are all too childish!"

His little face flushed red as he loudly asserted his ownership. "I want this one! No one is taking this gun away!"

Looking at the stubborn little tot, Chen Xue felt a massive headache coming on, finding this more difficult than a cross-border arrest mission.

Just as Chen Xue was thinking of another excuse to trick him out of the gun...

Long Aoao looked up and blurted out an earth-shattering reason.

"Soon, I'm going to the Ugly Country (hereafter replaced by Old A Country) to play with my parents!"

He patted the Firefighting Parent-Child Pistol in his hand, his face full of pride and longing. "With this powerful weapon by my side, I can go and take on those foreigners!"

These words echoed through the spacious living room.

Don't be fooled by his young age and his penchant for causing trouble; deep down, he was a total little nationalist.

Any other child, hearing they were going on an overseas trip, would be thinking about which amusement park to visit or what exotic foods they could eat.

But this brat's train of thought was completely different.

He actually wanted to take a lethal weapon that had just wreaked havoc on an overseas battlefield to the Ugly Country to take on foreigners.

The air in the living room fell silent for a full three seconds because of this grand declaration.

Chen Xue squatted there dazed, her smile completely frozen, speechless.

Standing to the side, Long Dagui and Mother Long were even more covered in black lines after hearing this outrageous statement.

Long Dagui felt his blood pressure surge like a rocket straight to his head.

Go to the Ugly Country to take on foreigners?

Hearing these words...

Long Dagui could no longer maintain his poise as a loving father.

He strode forward.

Accompanied by a crisp "swish" sound.

That iconic seven wolves genuine cowhide belt had been cleanly pulled from his suit trousers.

The belt swung in a semi-circle in mid-air, making a terrifying whistling sound.

"You Little Rascal, you think you're above the law, don't you!"

Long Dagui glared, pointing at the gun in his son's hand. "The police officer is talking to you nicely and you won't listen? You're even thinking of going abroad to cause trouble? Hand it over right now!"

In the face of fatherly love as deep as a mountain...

And under the absolute physical deterrence of the seven wolves belt...

The brat, who had just been full of heroic spirit and fantasizing about being a great hero, saw his arrogant flames instantly extinguished.

Long Aoao shrank his neck, his eyes immediately filling with aggrieved tears.

He pouted, knowing that if this beating landed, it would definitely hurt.

Under his father's gaze, which looked like it could eat someone...

He could only unwillingly release his hands and hand over the Firefighting Parent-Child Pistol he considered a treasure.

Seeing this, Chen Xue reacted quickly.

She snatched the lethal weapon and carefully placed it into a portable explosion-proof isolation box.

After locking the box with a click, the Special Front operative finally let out a long sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

...

As night fell and the lights came on.

In the Long family's luxurious dining room, the crystal chandelier emitted a soft glow, and the large dining table was covered with a feast of delicious food.

However.

By dinner time, the brat who had lost his beloved weapon was still sulking.

Long Aoao sat on his high chair, his little head drooping.

Holding a pair of chopsticks, he aimlessly picked at his rice, not even sparing a glance at the large shrimp he usually loved to eat.

After hastily finishing his meal.

Without even saying a word, he jumped off his chair and dashed back to his room.

The door slammed shut and was locked.

Long Aoao didn't even take off his clothes, lying spread-eagle on his soft, large bed.

He stared blankly at the ceiling.

He still felt extremely aggrieved.

'Adults are so unreasonable; that was clearly something I got myself.'

Lying in his room, he was still thinking about the fact that the day he would go to the Ugly Country with his parents was coming soon.

Before that, he had to find a handy weapon to take with him.

Without a weapon by his side, how could he show off his might once he reached the foreigners' territory?

But the water guns and foam guns on the market were all too childish and didn't fit his status as an expert.

Just as he was racking his brain, searching through his memory for various high-end toy shops...

Suddenly.

He sat bolt upright in bed as if he'd been hit by an electric shock.

A sudden flash of inspiration hit him.

A brilliant light shone in his large eyes once again.

Then, a glorious and grand name popped into his head without warning.

Uncle Little Factory Director Li!

That's right!

Long Aoao slapped his thigh hard.

That cool and stylish dragon knight no. 1 stealth child's car, which could perfectly avoid speed radars and traffic police surveillance...

Was made by Uncle Little Factory Director Li!

And the dangerous Firefighting Parent-Child Pistol that the police lady forcibly took away today...

Was also produced by him!

These achievements combined were enough to prove one thing.

Anything produced by Uncle Little Factory Director Li was definitely an infinitely powerful treasure!

Thinking of this, the gloom at the corners of the brat's mouth vanished, replaced by a smile full of anticipation.

Maybe.

The other party's next toy would be an even handier and more powerful weapon.