Incredible Insight: Toy Factory Discovers Swarm Drones

Chapter 418 Complex Instructions!The tropical rainstorm in Sanbianpo showed no signs of letting up.

Violent winds whipped bean-sized raindrops, ruthlessly battering the abandoned platform.

The standing water grew deeper and deeper.

Raindrops smashed into the water’s surface, splashing up circles of muddy ripples.

Just then, an exceptionally bright and piercing halo from a searchlight projected down from the top of a distant tower.

The thick beam of light pierced through layers of rain curtains, beginning to sweep back and forth among the nearby abandoned buildings.

Mottled shadows of light passed over stone pillars covered in moss.

The halo of light swept quickly just above the heads of several special ops soldiers, leaving less than a few meters of distance from the edge of the platform where they were located.

One could even clearly see the countless tiny specks of light refracted by the beam in the rain.

Although the searchlight’s beam had not yet completely swept over the area where they were hiding,

the situation had already reached a suffocatingly dangerous level.

This was because dense and chaotic footsteps could already be heard on the muddy road below the platform.

Dozens of armed patrol personnel were shouting loudly in the local dialect.

The metallic friction of assault rifle bolts being pulled back could be heard clearly even through the curtain of rain.

This group of people was searching everywhere.

Yan Poyue crouched in the standing water, his thigh muscles tensed to the limit.

As it turned out, the arduous efforts this top student from Tsinghua and Peking University had put in back in that moldy little border hotel were worth it.

The thick manual he had slogged through until his eyes were bloodshot really hadn’t been read in vain.

If someone who hadn’t seen that paper manual were standing here right now,

they would be completely at a loss facing this gray plastic pistol floating in mid-air.

Without the support of theoretical knowledge, an ordinary person would have no way to even start.

Although this pistol featured a seemingly very convenient, foolproof one-key intelligent matching system,

which was a shortcut reserved for the convenience of users who didn’t want to use their brains,

however,

without carefully studying the internal logic, any user who got their hands on it could only activate its most superficial bullet-splitting and cruising functions.

The performance in that basic mode was simply eye-opening in the worst way possible.

When the underlying restrictions were not unlocked,

once the trigger was pulled, the miniature pellets split from the shot could only operate within a pitiful range of twenty meters.

Beyond this distance, the pellets would lose power and fall directly to the ground.

Furthermore, the flight speed was sluggish, like a remote-controlled model toy that had lost control, capable only of the simplest automatic cruising.

At the very least, when facing a complex combat situation like this, surrounded by hundreds of outlaws armed with heavy firepower,

a mere twenty-meter cruising distance couldn’t even touch the enemy’s outer fire network.

The pellets would be shot down by dense crossfire before they could even fly in front of the targets.

Ordinary users simply wouldn’t know what professional parameters to use to issue advanced combat commands to this intelligent system that hid such immense potential.

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Speaking of this extremely harsh performance lock, one must mention that young factory director far away in Baishui City of the Eastern Country.

Although Li Jiajun always felt that this Firefighting Parent-Child Pistol he made wasn’t of much use, at most only able to spray some airflow to extinguish a lighter’s flame,

nevertheless, the movement range of the fire extinguishing shells it fired was enormous, with a firefighting radius of several kilometers.

As long as the heat source or spectral characteristics of a specific target were locked before firing,

those tiny pellets would automatically adjust their posture in the air, flying over the city at extreme speeds to precisely enter the target area several kilometers away.

Faced with such exaggerated parameters,

Li Jiajun had leaned back in his soft executive chair, taken a sip of warm water from his cup, and frowned slightly.

He had calculated in his mind at the time that if this gun were pushed to the market as an ordinary children’s toy, the potential hazards would not be small.

’Kids usually play in residential areas or parks and don’t know their own strength.’

’They don’t have the safety awareness of adults; when they get a novel toy, they like to test it out everywhere.’

’What if some brat gets hold of it, runs to a roof dozens of stories high, and starts shooting wildly at the streets in the distance?’

’Those split miniature pellets would fly all over the sky, easily traveling several kilometers.’

’If used for some reckless prank, it wouldn’t be good if it broke someone’s window or hurt the flowers and grass by the roadside,’ he thought to himself.

Upholding the social responsibility an ethical enterprise should have,

and in order to completely eliminate the possibility of brats causing trouble,

he would not allow the toys he produced to become tools for disrupting community harmony.

Putting down his cup, he placed both hands on the keyboard and quickly typed several lines of low-level defense code.

Accompanied by the crisp clicking sounds of the keyboard,

he forcibly added this extremely tight safety restriction lock to the motherboard.

This lock directly cut off the long-distance kinetic energy supply for the miniature pellets.

It forcibly compressed the range of several kilometers down to a mere twenty meters where they could only spin around on the spot.

In his view, a twenty-meter distance was just enough for parents to see clearly what their children were playing with, keeping them within the line of sight where an adult could directly intervene; that was safe enough.

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The scene shifted back to the abandoned platform in Sanbianpo, ravaged by the rainstorm.

Yan Poyue naturally didn’t know the speechless R&D intention behind this gun.

At this moment,

cold rainwater continuously flowed down the edges of his tactical helmet,

blurring his tactical goggles.

Extending his left hand, which was wearing a half-fingered tactical glove,

Yan Poyue wiped the rainwater from his face with force, trying to keep his vision clear.

His eyes were fixed ahead,

staring at the gray plastic pistol that defied gravity and floated steadily in mid-air.

Presently, driven by a miniature anti-gravity levitation device, this gun had completed its live ammunition loading.

Yan Poyue took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the damp, cold air he had inhaled into his lungs.

The memory storage area in his brain was fully activated.

Relying on his superhuman logical memory, he began to rapidly issue a series of professional parameter commands to the Firefighting Parent-Child Pistol.

The words he had repeatedly memorized now poured out of his mouth like rapid fire.

There was no hesitation.

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The first command he blurted out was to request the system to lift the core safety restrictions of the Firefighting Parent-Child Pistol.

This wasn’t something that could be achieved by just shouting a phrase in Mandarin.

It was an extremely complex composite command password.

In Yan Poyue’s field of vision,

the densely packed structural diagrams printed in the manual seemed to reappear before his eyes.

In that manual, which was thicker than a brick, three whole chapters were used to explain what a ’Safe Activity Zone’ was.

When he saw that content, he had been speechless, feeling the design was absolute nonsense.

He completely failed to understand why, after designing a homing system with a target-seeking capability of several kilometers,

one would add such a harsh electronic fence; wasn’t that redundant?

And the method to crack this electronic fence was hidden in a small line of text at the very bottom of page seventeen in the appendix of the manual.

That small line of text hinted at the path to open low-level permissions.

Only by combining the hardware frequency code from the second chapter with the safety threshold formula from the seventh chapter could the complete unlock password be derived.

For an ordinary person, even if they memorized the manual, they wouldn’t be able to piece together this scattered information in a short time.

But for a top student who had fought his way through a sea of test questions since childhood,

this kind of logical deduction was like solving a major calculus problem with a fixed pattern.

His brain cells were burning at high speed.

In less than half a minute, Yan Poyue completed this complex puzzle in his mind.

”System low-level protocol forced wake-up, enter developer intervention mode.”

He lowered his voice, his tone cold and fast.

”Permission authentication serial number: 739-Double Dash-Tango-Dash-Alpha-04.”

”Execute override logic reset, lift civilian activity radius threshold.”

”Strip the twenty-meter cruise physical restriction encoding from the microchip.”

This long string of voice commands combined special numbers, encrypted codes, and dry textual descriptions.

The numbers corresponded to hardware startup, the letter codes to permission authentication, and the textual descriptions to functional modifications.

All syllables had to be output coherently within a very short time, without any pronunciation errors.

Without someone who had deeply researched that thick manual, one wouldn’t even be able to find the threshold when facing this gun.

Let alone issuing orders; ordinary people wouldn’t even know of the existence of this layer of safety restrictions.

Much less know how to access and crack this deliberately hidden program lock.

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As this string of tongue-twisting numbers and letter passwords was uttered,

the faint voice traveled through the noisy curtain of rain and was precisely captured by the high-sensitivity pickup hidden inside the gun body.

A moment later,

a slight change occurred on the surface of the pistol floating in mid-air.

A faint blue light suddenly flashed across the gray plastic casing.

This blue light quickly traveled along the circuitry at the bottom of the barrel before disappearing into the depths of the receiver.

Accompanied by a faint electronic hum,

the safety shackles bound to the microchip were completely opened.

And as the safety shackles were released...