159: Uncle Roger

Uncle Roger

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Of course, the excitement in his voice couldn't be masked at all. This was the owner's son! The promotion that he had been waiting almost five years for could come in an instant with just a word from this boy! Not to mention, if he managed to get close enough, he might even have a high-level contact he could call in case of real emergencies!

A billionaire friend!

Of course, he realized that these were just fantasies, and Amos would probably never even remember who he was…

The hero smiled. "Ah, Uncle Roger. I was looking around earlier with the supervisor, but he suddenly had something to do and left. Do you mind showing me around your workplace?"

Roger grinned. 'Heh, I guess this is my chance!'

The thought of breaking protocols didn't even enter his mind. After all, even the supervisor had left the boy to roam on his own. This was the owner's son!

Amos gave his bodyguard a nod. "You stay here."

The ash-skinned man gritted his teeth. 'This brat!'

Recalling the last time he had left the boy alone and the humiliation it brought, he almost felt like squashing his grinning face himself, but the boss had already told him to let the boy do what he wants. 'In that case, fuck them both. If he fucks up inside, that's on him and his father. I'm just doing my job.'

Roger swiped his card to open the door, and after a biometric scan, the two of them finally entered inside.

As this was still lunchtime, and Roger was the first to return, the two of them were the only ones in.

Amos pretended to listen carefully as Roger prattled on and on about all the great things they had accomplished, and especially his 'personal contributions'. "Whoa, Uncle Roger is really too amazing. I never thought I could meet such a brilliant scientist when I came here!"

The man rubbed the back of his head, laughing sheepishly. "Ahaha, you flatter me too much. Actually, I'm nothing special among the people who work here. Even after five years, I can't get that promotion—"

The silver-haired boy pretended to look shocked. "No way? That's no good. Good people who make such great contributions deserve to get recognition! I'll be sure to have this fixed later."

Roger was ecstatic in his heart, having never thought that it would be so easy to get the boy to favor him.

Wasn't that promotion already in his bag?

They continued to chat for a while, and Amos even saved Roger's number on his phone. Of course, it was no surprise he could bring the phone inside to Roger, this was the owner's son, after all.

"Do you have a sample of your work?"

"O-Oh, of course!"

After panicking for a while, Roger finally found the work sample that would best show what he was capable of.

Looking at the modified barrel in a box, Amos stared at it blankly for a while before shaking his head. "What's this for? I wasn't looking for something to show others. Give me something I can keep in my collection, and show off to my friends. A working sample, understand?"

Roger immediately panicked before forcefully calming himself down. 'N-No wait, it's not like I have to necessarily hand him my own work! He just wants to show off, right? In that case…'

Before long, Amos stared at the box in his hands with satisfaction. The man really knew what he wanted, and provided him with not just a gun, but also bullets. 

Even if he already got what he wanted, Amos knew he still had to keep up his act to avoid messing up. "This looks good. But how is it better than what's already out there?"

Although his contribution to this particular product wasn't that great, Roger patted his chest in pride, as if he had made the whole thing himself. "This is sample X430-97 v5. It's twenty percent smaller than the current version of the service pistol in the same series, and does not require a suppressor to be used even during covert missions. Compared to the previous version with a dedicated suppressor, it produces only fifteen percent more noise, and requires almost no maintenance!"

But the weapon also had its drawbacks, as the design of the gun was going to be incredibly hard to mass-produce, and very expensive. Even worse, integrating the suppressor into the barrel itself had made it so that the barrel was much more likely to need replacements.

Although it was already pretty much a finished product, they weren't even sure if it would be considered a 'success', or if it would require further development to lower the costs and improve reliability. Of course, Roger wouldn't reduce his own credit by telling Amos about these things.

The hero nodded, looking pleased. "Good. Uncle Roger is really too talented!"

The man rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Ehehe, you flatter me too much."

"Hm, carrying it in a box is so lame, though…"

Handing the box back to Roger, Amos loaded up the bullets into the magazine, and put the extra ones in his pocket before tucking the gun in his belt. "Much better. Heh, I feel so cool now."

Roger also chuckled. "Ahaha… you look like one of those heroes in the TV shows!"

It was only after Amos left that Roger finally calmed down, and cold sweat covered his back. 'W-Wait a minute… I-I just gave a firearm to Mr. Black's son… he won't go and shoot his dad or something crazy, right? Fuck!'

But after thinking about it, Roger realized that there was no use panicking now.

Anyway, even if something happened, it couldn't be traced back to him, right? Unless Amos himself ratted him out, who would know which one of them leaked that unmarked sample?

Moreover, Amos looked like such a calm, collected, and intelligent boy. He definitely didn't make a mistake.

"Haiyaa! What am I even worried about? Nothing will go wrong, and I'll definitely get that promotion!"

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~ To be continued ~

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