WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

Chapter 97 Sean Wayne Revolutionizes the Weapons Industry, He's in the Spotlight Again

"We all agree." Colt's answer was very straightforward. This was a revolutionary weapon, which the German Air Force had already proven with its powerful combat record.

Assault rifles can exert tremendous power and advantages in warfare.

"make a deal."

Sean casually put the M35 down.

"Is it alright?" Colt's people asked cautiously.

Sean nodded and smiled, gesturing for him to proceed.

Vice President Colt carefully stroked the gun barrel. "Perfect, perfect design. My God, the Germans have so many geniuses."

Hanni smugly thought to herself, "When it comes to weaponry, we Germans are just as good as you Americans. In fact, no one can beat us in small arms."

Can you believe that the two earliest assault rifles in the world were developed by the Germans?

The vice president of Winchester was extremely envious. M2 was in danger; it had encountered an absolute king before it was even born.

HK itself will be a globally renowned series of light weapons in the future.

Known as one of the three great Nordic heroes!

"Mr. Sean, do you have any other ideas lately?"

The Winchester vice president asked jokingly.

"have."

"Really?"

"Um!"

Sean pulled a notebook from a drawer under the coffee table.

My God, you just leave it like that?

Both bosses were surprised. Should they say you have too much money or too many ideas? Don't you care at all?

"Do you even know what non-lethal force is?"

Can force be non-lethal?

Both of them wore expressions of confusion.

"I designed a hand grenade."

"A grenade?" A grenade can be non-lethal?

"Are you kidding me?" Doesn't that mean my "equality weapon" can't kill anyone? We're using rubber bullets, don't be ridiculous, those are hand grenades.

"I'm not kidding."

"Are you serious? A non-lethal grenade?"

It wasn't that the two bosses were ignorant; it was just that Sean's ideas were too bizarre.

"Flashbang."

"What? A flash of light?"

"It's like a grenade exploding; it only emits a bright light, causing temporary blindness, so it's not fatal."

"My God, your idea is really something." The two bosses had seen countless design geniuses, but they never expected that there was such a beast as Mr. Sean in the world.

He has an endless stream of ideas, as if God has given him all the imagination in the world.

Carbines, assault rifles, and now non-lethal grenades.

By the way, this guy also invented the dovetail guide rail.

You don't understand anything. Your Excellency also has reflex sights and night vision devices. You are all ignorant.

Hanni's face was filled with smugness, as if she were showing off.

This M35 was found by her Shadow Commando team, and now she has been promoted to director of Sean's office, which is the Shadow Intelligence Agency. The little housekeeper is currently in charge of a lot of power.

He ordered his men to scour Germany for its forgotten advanced technologies.

Hanni must have whatever Lord Sean wants.

Recently, she has been ordering people to collect a pair of tailless aircraft called H0-229 designed by the Horton Brothers. Hanni doesn't understand why Sean is interested in this strange aircraft that looks like a triangular swallow.

Sean was certainly interested. It was the world's first stealth bomber. Note that it was stealth. This concept was absolutely revolutionary. The H0-229 can be considered the ancestor of the B-2 stealth bomber.

At that time in 1940, German cutting-edge technology was largely ignored.

Perfect opportunity to snag a bargain.

Yes, there are also talented people.

Leave no one alive—that's the plan the Shadow Office is executing: Operation Paperclip.

"Mr. Sean, what's the working principle behind flashbangs?"

Colt's men asked anxiously, "Non-lethal grenades—the market for them is huge. Not only the military, federal police, state police, and police departments in major cities, but many other departments also use them."

This is a hen that lays golden eggs.

"Actually, flashbangs have been used for a long time. The earliest example is the French wick bullet during World War I. Currently, only Germany was the first to use this type of weapon. I did not invent it."

"Another German?"

"Yes."

"How did you know?"

Sean smiled but didn't say anything. Of course, I knew about this from watching videos from later generations. This weapon was first used in the Polish campaign, but it was very rare. It came from a special operations unit in Germany, the Brandenburg Commando, which was under the Military Intelligence Bureau.

In 1940, Germany produced very few of these, less than 2000, which were only issued to special units, such as the Wien Raiders Division, which was named after itself.

Sean originally thought he would be the first to bring it up, but he underestimated the geniuses of this world, especially the unconventional geniuses like those from San Dezi.

"Its principle is to burn magnesium or potassium to produce bright light or even noise, which can blind you and even cause severe discomfort such as vomiting."

"Boom weapon."

"Yes, that's right. It can also be called a stun grenade. The materials are different, the effects are different, but the principle is similar. The purpose is either to make your eyes unable to take it, causing dizziness and blurred vision, or to make your ears unable to take it, causing nausea and discomfort, making you feel like you're living a life worse than death."

"A brilliant idea."

The two military industry executives were shocked.

Americans are indeed lagging behind Germany in these areas of research.

"Leave this stun grenade or flashbang to Winchester; we'll pay you royalties."

"You already have the concept of the M2 assault rifle, so continue researching assault rifles and leave the research and development to Colt."

"You Colts already have the HK assault rifle, so let Winchester develop it instead."

"Our Hong Kong doesn't need excessive R&D; there are no technical difficulties. Leave it to us."

The two bosses started arguing, but they had only one goal: to secure the new product that Sean Wayne had mentioned.

Hanni threw a document on the table. It was the earliest formula for flashbang material, which differed from the one currently used in Germany. The technical data came from Rheinmetall, while the data for the M35 came from Mauser.

"Mr. Sean, you are a friend of Winchester."

"He's also one of Colt's best friends."

"Please be quiet, both of you."

Sean raised his hand to stop them from arguing, but the way they were arguing made him want to laugh.

"Did you know that the U.S. War Department bought the patent for a hollow-charge warhead from the Swiss?"

The two nodded in unison. "It was purchased the year before last. After witnessing the German Blitzkrieg and your speech, the army had been wanting a man-portable anti-tank weapon." Winchester, as expected of a veteran military manufacturer, knew everything perfectly well.

"I know that the M10 anti-tank rifle grenade is currently under development. It has excellent performance, but the recoil is too great and it is inconvenient. It is being developed by the Detroit Arms Factory."

Colt was also aware of the progress of these weapons.

"Actually, this warhead could be mounted on a rocket launcher, using an integrated launch tube and an electric firing device. If the warhead is made of thermite, it would be a nightmare for tank armor."

Thermite? Thermite appeared as early as 1893 and was patented, so it wouldn't have been difficult for Germany to develop man-portable anti-tank weapons.

Hanni immediately remembered it; Lord Sean was absolutely right, and she wrote it all down.

This information could be given to the army in exchange for their support, so that their own shadow commandos could be omnipotent in Germany.

"Genius!" The two military industry executives were already numb. Sean's ideas were like money was free, he was throwing money out wave after wave.

"Mr. Sean, the stun grenades are for Colt. We at Winchester are developing a rocket launcher. What would be a good name for it?"

"Bazooka rocket launcher."

Sean laughed again. He had brought forward the man-portable anti-tank rocket launcher himself. That was the romance of men.

The nightmare of mechanized forces has arrived.

You are indeed a cancer of war.

Hanni laughed inwardly. After all, Germany didn't rely on mechanized forces, but on integrated air-ground warfare. This was the current consensus of the German High Command. Even the genius Manstein had kept his Blitzkrieg tactics in the drawer.

As Sean began implementing his modern military reforms, Guderian, the father of armored warfare, no longer emphasized single tank formations in combat, but rather, "Where are the damn planes in the air force?"

Whoever listens to advice more and whoever gets it done first represents advancement and strength. Very good. We Germans listen to advice very much and must listen to advice. That is what the great prophet said.

"Mr. Sean, you will be our best friend."

They were speaking at the same time.

Sean also gestured to the coffee with his hand.

It's okay to drink, which also means the chat is over. I've earned $70 today, and with the patents and other fees, I'll have money to invest in the Skunk Works in the future.

He didn't care about these small arms patents at all; all the money he earned was for the stars and the sea, and the sky would be beneath his feet.

"Sir, we have work to do and must rush back to the company. Thank you for your hospitality."

"Hanni, get out the German fountain pen I received."

Hanni went into the room and brought out several exquisite little gifts.

"The fountain pen given by the German ambassador is quite nice; it's of good quality, writes smoothly, and has an exquisite appearance."

Was it a gift from the German ambassador?

This casual remark commanded the respect of both CEOs.

But there wasn't a trace of excitement on Sean's face.

In the bedroom, there are still fountain pens that the little painter gave me for Christmas and Easter, more than I could ever use up.

He even gifted her a set of high-end painting tools, which Sean knew absolutely nothing about, saying it was a shared hobby. Sean almost spat in Hanni's face at that moment. What shared hobby? Are you out of your minds? You're definitely out of your minds.

"Thank you." The two CEOs happily accepted the gifts.

"I'll see you both off."

Sean gained even more favor in their eyes.

This is a good friend; we can get along.

Hanni exclaimed again, "Noble people, these are our German American heroes."

He was unpretentious, gentle, polite, and humble, exuding the demeanor of a European aristocrat.

Sir Sean is far more perfect than the little painter.

This idea would pop into Hanni's mind from time to time.

The three of them went downstairs and walked out of the apartment building. What was originally a friendly farewell suddenly took a turn for the worse.

The highly anticipated match between Shawn and French legend Charles de Gaulle drew a large number of reporters to the outside.

Upon seeing the three appear, a large group of reporters surrounded them.

"What is the reason why Colt Company is contacting Mr. Sean?"

Does Winchester Corporation have a partnership with Sean Wayne's Obsidian?

"Mr. Sean, have you recently considered developing the small arms industry?"

The surrounding reporters pulled out their notebooks to take notes, their eyes fixed on the three of them with eager anticipation.

"That's right, we've developed two weapons with Mr. Sean: the M1 carbine, which is already in production, and the M2 assault rifle, which is still under development."

"Winchester and Shawn are collaborating on rifle development?"

"Yes."

"My God, Sean Wayne can design weapons?"

"Yes, Mr. Sean also designed a man-portable anti-tank weapon called the Bazooka rocket, which is currently being developed by Winchester."

"And what about Colt?"

"We have been licensed to produce Mr. Sean's HK assault rifle and precision marksman rifle. We are also developing flashbangs designed by Mr. Sean, a non-lethal grenade weapon."

Hand grenades, assault rifles, or several types of man-portable anti-tank rocket launchers?

My goodness, so much was designed in one breath?

All the reporters looked at Sean as if he were an alien.

The key point is that this young man is still single.

A rising billionaire in the weapons industry.

He could live a life of ease just by relying on his patents.

"My God!" the reporters exclaimed in surprise.

At the Los Angeles Times Building, O'Connor was riding high. Recently, Sean had been making headlines—no, extremely headlines—by taking down Mexicans, former British First Lord of the Admiralty, Prime Minister Churchill, and even Frenchman Charles de Gaulle.

Sean established his unshakeable kingly status in the military field.

"Editor-in-chief, big news! Big news!"

"Sean Wayne's?" O'Connor looked up excitedly.

"Yes." The reporter nodded vigorously. "He designed a lot of weapons in one go, and now two major weapons companies, Winchester and Colt, are working with him."

"My God, has he stopped writing reviews and gone to develop weapons?"

"Yes."

"Make room for tomorrow's front page."

The bloodthirsty merchant's furious roar echoed again from outside the corridor.

On July 28, 1940, critic Sean Wayne, who had been silent for several days, re-entered the public eye.

[Sean Wayne, a star in the American small arms industry.]

Sean Wayne, the designer of the HK rifle, America's first assault rifle.

Sean Wayne, the pioneer of the American single-soldier bazooka.

Sean Wayne, the inventor of the American non-lethal weapon flashbang.

[The Legend of the Rise of the US Military Industry: A Young Man Who Became a Millionaire Through Patents, Sean Wayne]

"My God, I thought he was writing comments again, but it turns out he went to design weapons."

"Sean Wayne is a California legend."

"That's terrifying. What on earth is he thinking?"

"Why did he take all of God's favor?"

Is Sean Wayne married?

No, I'm still single.

Am I pretty?

"Not as pretty as his secretary."

"You're an idiot."

"Breaking news! Breaking news! Sean Wayne's quick-draw holster design has been purchased by the Department of Justice, securing a three million dollar order."

"Where did this news come from?"

"This is a report from the Washington Post. Sir, the National Guard purchased a holster, and the manufacturer, Jensen, said it was designed by Sean Wayne. The Department of Justice saw this and decided to purchase it for use by the Capitol Police, Marshals, and State Troopers."

"Is it Sean Wayne again?"

"Yes, sir." The newsboy nodded vigorously.

Sean Wayne, Sean Wayne, it's still Sean Wayne! From east to west, from south to north, everyone in America is talking about the same person.

Legendary critic, Sean Wayne.

"Does anyone know what Sean Wayne is up to?"

"I heard he bought an aircraft manufacturing company, Lockheed, and is currently buying land in California, planning to set up a secret factory to develop aircraft."

"Will he try to get involved in the aviation industry as well?"

"Yes, I heard that he wants to produce an airplane that can hover in the air without moving."

"Are you crazy? How is this possible?"

"That's what he said. Everyone in the state knows that he has registered a factory called Skunk, just yesterday."

"A plane hovering in mid-air? I didn't know planes could hover in the air, seriously? Is that even a plane? Don't think I've never seen a plane before."

"It's true, it flies like a bamboo dragonfly."

"My God, is this guy daydreaming again? Can't he just write a proper review? In the world of commentary, you are the absolute king."

The New York Times commentary.

Sean Wayne, a strange businessman who retains a child's fairytale fantasies.

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