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Chapter 377 : Like a fool talking to broken plastic · Sep 30, 2026

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351 Chapter 351 : This instruction manual is so thick, you’re letting a child read it? 2026-09-30
352 Chapter 352 : Why did this kid leave in such a hurry? 2026-09-30
353 Chapter 353 : The Crisis at Sanbianpo and the Decapitation Operation! 2026-09-30
354 Chapter 354 : Making Weapons Grow from the Soil 2026-09-30
355 Chapter 355 : Where in reality do we find the high-tech individual weapons seen in movies? 2026-09-30
356 Chapter 356 : The Pistol in the Inconspicuous Corner 2026-09-30
357 Chapter 357 : The Mishap Begins! 2026-09-30
358 Chapter 358 : The Caution of a Top Student 2026-09-30
359 Chapter 359 : Secret Weapon 2026-09-30
360 Chapter 360 : Reasonable ”Support” 2026-09-30
361 Chapter 361 : Liu Jianguo: Fulfilling Xiao Li’s Any Desires 2026-09-30
362 Chapter 362 : Building fire trucks with tanks? Threatening the Dragon King to make it rain?! 2026-09-30
363 Chapter 363 : Factory Director, Tanks Have Arrived at Our Factory! 2026-09-30
364 Chapter 364 : Oh no! He’s come up with a proper toy! 2026-09-30
365 Chapter 365 : This direction can’t be... 2026-09-30
366 Chapter 366 : The Special Forces Soldier Knitting a Sweater 2026-09-30
367 Chapter 367 : Desiring to Practice This Skill... 2026-09-30
368 Chapter 368 : Sanbianpo 2026-09-30
369 Chapter 369 : Sunk Costs and Bestselling Toys 2026-09-30
370 Chapter 370 : Weird and Weird 2026-09-30
371 Chapter 371 : Things Have Gone Seriously 2026-09-30
372 Chapter 372 : Uncle Liu, a reliable figure in critical moments 2026-09-30
373 Chapter 373 : It was a false alarm; that broken gun had little impact. 2026-09-30
374 Chapter 374 : Defective Products for Extinguishing Lighter Flames 2026-09-30
375 Chapter 375 : Arrival at Sanbianpo 2026-09-30
376 Chapter 376 : Tomorrow at 2 PM, a clash is imminent. 2026-09-30
377 Chapter 377 : Like a fool talking to broken plastic 2026-09-30
378 Chapter 378 : is about to explode across the entire internet. 2026-09-30
379 Chapter 379 : Three Guarantees of Absolute Safety 2026-09-30
380 Chapter 380 : The plan to recruit people has only just begun. 2026-09-30
381 Chapter 381 : Didn’t call a respectable person? 2026-09-30
382 Chapter 382 : The Far-sighted Li Jiajun 2026-09-30
383 Chapter 383 : The Nation’s Sharpest Blade 2026-09-30
384 Chapter 384 : The Traditional Art of Lying Through One’s Eyes 2026-09-30
385 Chapter 385 : A Triumphant Li Jiajun: He Must Have Been Shocked 2026-09-30
386 Chapter 386 : This is the fire hose you were talking about?! 2026-09-30
387 Chapter 387 : There’s a Judgement. 2026-09-30
388 Chapter 388 : Pulling the Trigger 2026-09-30
389 Chapter 389 : Uncle Liu was stunned 2026-09-30
390 Chapter 390 : You call this a fire truck? 2026-09-30
391 Chapter 391 : A Magnitude 12 Earthquake 2026-09-30
392 Chapter 392 : This servant really can’t do it! 2026-09-30
393 Chapter 393 : The Professor’s Shock! 2026-09-30
394 Chapter 394 : My Dear Minister Liu 2026-09-30
395 Chapter 395 : The most painstaking work 2026-09-30
396 Chapter 396 : is just a similar name. 2026-09-30
397 Chapter 397 : Wildfire, Perfect for a Sleepyhead 2026-09-30
398 Chapter 398 : Locked 2026-09-30
399 Chapter 399 : isn’t finished yet!!! 2026-09-30
400 Chapter 400 : Seriously? You firefighters really dare to ask for that? 2026-09-30

Chapter 377 Like a fool talking to broken plasticInside the small hotel room.

Yan Poyue’s command, “Tomorrow at 2 PM,” had just fallen.

The already faint sounds in the room seemed to be instantly sucked away.

Only his own slightly heavy breathing echoed.

Immediately after.

The circle of crimson indicator lights at the bottom of the gun grip, as if sensing a summons, quickly flickered twice.

A faint electrical current sound emanated from within the lifeless plastic pistol.

“Buzz—buzz—”

It seemed that the miniature chip hidden under the plastic casing was rapidly processing the audio signal it had just received.

After the message was recorded.

The pistol once again emitted an emotionless electronic voice.

The voice calmly stated:

“Command accepted, time parameters have been recorded.”

...

Hearing this confirmed reply.

Then.

Yan Poyue’s muscles instantly tensed up.

As a special forces elite who had undergone countless trials, his physical reactions were much faster than his brain’s thoughts.

He was like someone facing a formidable enemy.

He abruptly switched from a relaxed cross-legged posture to a tactical crouch, ready to exert force at any moment.

His right hand instinctively reached for the ceramic dagger handle on his tactical vest.

He stared at the gray plastic toy on the bed.

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Even his breathing deliberately slowed down at this moment.

The rise and fall of his chest were compressed to the extreme.

He waited for the pistol’s next move.

One must know.

In his scholar’s logic.

This kind of high-tech weapon, which integrates complex fluid mechanics, semi-air blast separation technology, and even infrared enemy-seeking systems.

After explicitly accepting the user’s combat command, its internal structure would inevitably undergo a series of complex mechanical engagements and energy scheduling.

At the very least, shouldn’t it start preheating to a high temperature?

Or should the barrel surface emit a few crisp metallic friction sounds, completing some kind of tactical transformation?

Failing that, shouldn’t some high-tech detection probe eject from the muzzle’s gap to scan the surrounding battlefield environment?

After all, those heaven-defying parameters were clearly written in the thick, dictionary-like instruction manuals.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, fully concentrated and on guard.

Fearing that the commotion when it started would be too loud, attracting the attention of people in the small town.

...

However.

Time passed second by second.

The wall clock in the corner made a monotonous “tick-tock” sound.

One second passed.

The pistol on the bed remained unchanged.

One minute passed.

The anticipated sound of mechanical transformation did not appear.

Until a full five minutes had passed.

Yan Poyue maintained his highly vigilant tactical crouching posture, feeling his thigh muscles starting to ache slightly.

Yet, the pistol on the bed seemed to have completely frozen.

There was no longer any movement.

The faint crimson indicator light that had just been on also completely extinguished.

It lay quietly on the pilled, cheap chemical fiber bedsheet.

Its surface had a dull, grayish luster.

From any angle, it looked like a piece of discarded plastic picked up from a garbage dump.

Completely harmless.

...

Yan Poyue sat on the edge of the bed, lowering his guard.

He stared blankly at the unresponsive object.

The veins on his forehead throbbed.

A sense of deep ridicule and frustration instantly broke through the agent’s defense line he had just established.

He asked from the depths of his soul:

“What in the world is going on?”

“Isn’t it supposed to be smart matching?”

“I’ve been talking myself hoarse giving you combat commands, and all you do is flash twice and that’s it?!”

“What’s the difference between this and setting a phone alarm?!”

This psychological gap left Yan Poyue utterly speechless.

‘Could this be another prank trap set by that sly Old Wang from the Ministry of Military Industry?’ A thought flashed through his mind.

He felt that Old Wang must have deliberately made a talking plastic shell to torment them, the frontline agents, for always demanding expensive equipment.

...

Then.

Yan Poyue was still somewhat unwilling to give up.

He leaned closer to the gun, almost pressing his face against the bed.

He observed it carefully for a while longer.

Hoping to find a trace of high-tech operation in the rough plastic seams.

He even extended his index finger.

He gently tapped the gray barrel with his knuckle.

Producing a dull “thud-thud” sound.

Then, he tilted his neck, pressed the side of his face against the bed, and listened with his ear for any sound of mechanical operation inside.

Even a faint sound of gears turning would have been something.

The result was.