Building a Gaming Empire From Scratch

Chapter 127: Chapter 125: The Underestimated Invention

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Yue Pengju could refuse, and Lincoln wouldn’t say anything.

But, Yue Pengju has a problem: even though his stomach would protest when he ate spicy food, he especially loved it!

After eating and feeling uncomfortable, he would swear poisonously never to touch it again in his lifetime and if he did, he would be a dog!

After a few days, he would feel itchy inside, always feeling uneasy if he didn’t have a spicy meal.

A typical love-hate relationship with spicy food.

Now that Lincoln has given him a reason, how could he refuse!

Lincoln knew his mindset well, and was certain that even if he threw a straight hook, Yue Pengju would bend it himself and bite onto the hook, hanging himself up.

As expected, on the way home, both of them were rubbing their stomachs from time to time.

If it weren’t for the strict discipline ingrained in him, Yue Pengju would have driven with one hand holding the wheel and the other rubbing his stomach.

Finally, when they arrived home and Yue Pengju thought he could be free, he saw a familiar person at Lincoln’s door.

Instinctively, he stopped rubbing his stomach, tensed his body, and stood up straight.

Lincoln thought something had happened and took a closer look, no wonder, an officer has come!

Henry was in front of his house for some reason at this time.

He and Yue Pengju hurriedly walked up to greet him, “Sorry, we went to have hot pot and kept you waiting.”

“No problem, no problem,” Henry waved casually, “I haven’t been waiting for long.”

Of course, this was just a polite remark. Lincoln usually finished work at 5 o’clock, considering the time for dining out, he would be home by 6 0’clock.

Compared to other billionaires, he was incredibly well-behaved.

So, when Henry arrived just after 6 0’clock and couldn’t find them, he had to ask the security group, only to learn that Lincoln had just gone out for dinner.

Having no choice but to wait, after all, his visit was intended to “open his horizons.”

“Please come in,” Lincoln welcomed him inside.

Yue Pengju originally intended to slip away to his own room to deal with his stomach rebellion, but for some reason, he was dragged in by Henry as well.

Although Henry was a technical officer, he couldn’t refuse a superior. Especially when it was embarrassing to use “I might have diarrhea” as a reason to refuse…

He could only endure the discomfort in his stomach, gritting his teeth and entering the room.

Lincoln quickly fetched cups of water for the two of them.

This time he knew where the cups were – after all, he had just used them yesterday, and hadn’t put them away since.

Yue Pengju didn’t refuse, but after taking the water, he sipped carefully and cautiously.

He had to control the threshold between suppressing stomach discomfort and aggravating it, in case he couldn’t control it and became like a shooting soldier.

After taking a sip, Henry put it down and got straight to the point, “I saw Lorin this morning, and he told me that you made an amazing device that can shoot 360 degrees in all directions. Is that true?”

Lincoln was a bit puzzled, why do you have to look at it when I make a toy?

“There is one, but it’s not very practical, basically just a toy.” Unlike Lorin, who also had a service history but was not a technical officer, Lincoln didn’t mind bragging.

But Henry is a serious technical officer, bragging in front of him means being slapped in the face immediately.

Henry didn’t mind, he was just asking, “Can I take a look at it?”

“Sure,” Lincoln readily agreed, leading them both into the workshop.

As the two men entered the room, Yue Pengju, seizing the opportunity when no one was looking, quickly rubbed his stomach a few times and then, with a straight face, followed them in – this was his first time entering Lincoln’s workspace.

Lincoln quickly took the device off the wall and handed it to Henry.

Henry was very interested, holding it in his hands but not letting Lincoln show him how to use it, wanting to figure it out himself.

He had already habitually started to assess the difficulty of getting used to this device.

There’s a clearly marked power button, six inertia movement gears, and you can move the gun in a larger range by swinging it, controlling the movement of the muzzle.

There’s a button at the index finger on the left handle, which unlocks it when pressed, and a turntable at the thumb, controlling the small movements of the gun in the horizontal direction.

Once you’ve moved, release your index finger, and the device will lock in the horizontal direction, preventing any further sideways movement.

Your right thumb controls the vertical movement of the muzzle, accurately aiming, and finally firing with your right index finger.

—Does it sound a bit complicated?

But Henry felt it was very user-friendly, because the design in key places was intuitive and not difficult to handle at all.

Of course, the most important thing was that all the operations were performed without moving at all, using only fingers.

In fact, Henry soon realized that when this thing was really used, these features might not even be necessary.

Soldiers would hold the device, swing it heavily, align the muzzle roughly with the target, then rotate their arms, aiming the muzzle at the enemy directly with their body.

Not by turning the wheel and pressing the buttons, and moving the muzzle little by little.

—In fact, that’s how Lincoln used it.

These features were purely designed for the first time, in pursuit of perfection, resulting in an abundance of functions.

“Comrade Little Lin, we all know you’re a sharpshooter, can you give it a try and show off its effectiveness?”

“I can show it, but I have to tell you that this thing is quite counter-intuitive when shooting, so don’t expect too much. ”

Henry smiled, not caring about the cold water he poured on their expectations.

The three placed wooden pieces all over the room, and Lincoln demonstrated the “perfect-angle shooting technique” once more.

But this distraction made him feel his stomach turning upside down immediately, scaring him into quickly pulling himself together.

At this time, he still looked calm, but under his clothes, his six-pack abs were tightly clenched.

Pengju had started to think about how to interject gracefully and say that he needed to visit the bathroom.

But Henry was still chatting with Lincoln, “It’s a good thing! Why do you think there’s a big problem?”

“First, it’s too heavy, more than ten pounds. Using a titanium alloy would make it too expensive.” Lincoln shrugged and explained honestly, “As for the second, you’ll know when you try it.”

Henry didn’t hesitate, held it with both hands, and tried to aim at a wooden piece on his back left side.

But once he tried it himself, he found that it wasn’t as easy as Lincoln had demonstrated. Holding more than ten pounds of metal, it was already difficult to aim, let alone moving the gun through the display to aim at something behind him…

He fired five plastic bullets in a row, none of them hitting the target.

That was a bit embarrassing. He handed the gun to Yue Pengju, wanting a professional to give it a try.

Pengju, who had been struggling with his stomach, carefully stepped forward, took the device.

But he soon encountered an insurmountable problem: if he focused on enduring the stomachache, he couldn’t concentrate on aiming.

But if he focused on aiming, he might end up humiliated in front of his officer!

—Transforming from an Iron-Blooded Warrior to a Spraying Warrior.

If that happened, he could bid farewell to human society!

This was a cruel choice: to choose professionalism, proving his special forces skills without a trace of doubt?

Or to choose dignity, silently bearing doubts about his shooting skills?

Or perhaps, confess the shameful truth, and run toward the bathroom under the surprised gaze of his superiors?

In Pengju’s heart, a battle was raging.

And the time his stomach was giving him was running out!