WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

35 Folding stock? Reflex sights? Infrared night vision? These are just crazy, garbage suggestions.

"Are you sure?" Marilyn Monroe closed the car window; four motorcycles were already rapidly approaching from behind.

"If such defenses couldn't be achieved, he would have died countless times already. This is a specially made vehicle, a state guest edition. It can't even withstand assassination attempts. Daimler's designers would have been executed."

Hanni rolled down her car window and looked in the rearview mirror.

"Alright, Monroe, drive safely and don't wake him."

Sean secretly observed Hanni; now it was time to make their relationship clear, so it would be easier for everyone.

"Hey, come look, there's a pretty girl here."

A bicycle approached Hanni.

Jacket got excited when he saw the other person roll down the car window with a sexy smile on their face.

"Hey boys!"

"Hmph." Hearing the woman call his name, the man chuckled and whistled. "Want to find a patch of grass to talk?"

"You're too noisy." Hannie raised her submachine gun.

"ONLY SHIT!" The driver kept turning back to look at Hanni as he made way.

Who would have thought that the pretty young women in the car were holding submachine guns?

Puff puff!

The bullet was fired instantly.

Marilyn's hands were trembling with fear. She hadn't expected Hannah to be so ruthless. She had thought Hannah was just trying to scare her, but Hannah shot her without hesitation.

The bullet flew through the air, breaking through the airflow, and instantly struck the opponent's groin.

With a splatter of blood, the jacket-wearing man shuddered, and the motorcycle overturned.

The other three were dumbfounded. What was going on?

Hanni leaned halfway out of the car window, holding an MP40 in mid-air!

"Oh damn! Are you crazy? That bitch has a gun." The three motorcycles slammed on their brakes.

Puff puff puff puff.

Marilyn Monroe glanced in the rearview mirror; the three of them were riddled with bullets in less than two seconds.

Bicycles lay overturned haphazardly on the road, and there was blood everywhere.

"Resolved."

Hanni ejected the bullet and dropped the magazine in her hand.

"You killed someone!" Marilyn Monroe shouted.

"Yes, if we don't kill them, what do you think will happen to us?"

"But you killed someone, and we're in trouble now."

"Don't worry, this is an interstate highway. By the time we find them, we'll be far away, and there will be no witnesses. Nobody will know it was us."

"It wasn't us, it was you!"

"Okay, no more arguing, problem solved. We can continue our journey. Don't tell your dad that I saved you."

"Hmph," Marilyn said, trying to calm herself, her hands still trembling.

"Don't tell me anything?"

A mocking voice came from behind the car.

Hanni swallowed hard, then awkwardly looked up at the rearview mirror.

Sean had already taken off his earplugs and sat up, a smile on his face. Gotcha, huh?

"I'm sorry, sir."

Give me the gun.

Hanni knew she might have been exposed.

Actually, she was exposed from the beginning, but Sean had been observing her and couldn't figure out her intentions. He only decided to expose her identity when he saw that she hadn't done anything out of line. It turned out that she was just trying to get some information from him, which made things easier.

It would be beneficial for both sides to lay it all out.

Sean took the MP40 and looked at it with interest. As for the group of street angels, Sean didn't care. This was America, after all. Shouldn't there be gunfights?

This classic German submachine gun is extremely stable and accurate.

However, its rate of fire is slightly lower than that of the Thompson, and its magazine capacity is not as good as that of the PPSh.

Its biggest advantage lies in its stability, using 9mm Parabem ammunition.

The MP40 with a silencer actually has limited sound-absorbing capabilities; subsonic ammunition should be used. But it doesn't matter; the interstate highway is wide open now, and as long as no one sees it, everything is fine.

"This gun doesn't have a stock?"

"Because only a batch has been produced, it has not yet been widely deployed."

"We could design a folding stock, which would rest against the gun normally and open when in use. This stock would make shooting more accurate and easier to carry."

Paratroopers would find it more convenient and lighter to carry submachine guns with folding stocks, allowing them to carry more ammunition and supplies.

Sean gestured as he spoke.

Folding gunstock?

Hanni thought Sean didn't understand weapons, but now she realized he could actually offer advice.

No one should question that Sean is an expert now.

Hannie instinctively pulled out her notebook to jot down what Sean said.

Looking at the silencers, Sean nodded in satisfaction; the agents definitely needed them.

"In fact, in special operations, which is infiltration, secrecy is extremely important."

"Special operations?"

The word "special forces" alone sounded impressive, and Hanni perked up her ears.

"Yes, special operations are actually small-scale military operations, mainly conducted by elite forces."

These operations include infiltration, rescue, sabotage, and decapitation, aiming to achieve the greatest objective with the least cost.

The advantages of special operations lie in their secrecy, mobility, and ability to be deployed without being detected, allowing them to penetrate deep into enemy territory to carry out various missions.

Moreover, the biggest advantage is the secrecy of one's identity, since covert operations don't sound good.

This way, it's less likely to provoke criticism from the other side; I call it a black operation—it can't be exposed.

Black Ops?

It sounded amazing. Hanni thought Sean was a genius; he always seemed to come up with new terms.

"In special operations, the use of weapons with silencers can achieve the effect of covert infiltration."

The squad members have very high requirements: shooting, hand-to-hand combat, languages, and even proficiency in driving various vehicles, as well as expertise in demolition and camouflage.

"Aren't those the elite of the air assault division? Paratroopers have some infiltration and sabotage training."

"Yes, special operations are for the elite of the elite. I remember Germany has a Zeiss company, right?"

"Yes, Your Excellency." Hanni unconsciously used a respectful tone, as if she were addressing her superior.

Sean picked up the submachine gun in his hand and placed his right hand on the barrel.

"You usually use mechanical sights. If possible, installing a red dot sight here would improve shooting accuracy and reaction speed."

Sean knew that it was possible to manufacture red dot reflex sights using technology developed during World War II.

I just don't know if it will be very large once it's made, since battery and materials technology isn't that advanced yet. But it doesn't matter, let Germany learn from the mistakes.

"Red dot sight?" Hanni was dumbfounded.

"It's a reflex sight. It uses a reflected light source, adds a red dot to the aiming lens, aligns the red dot with the target, and fires. Isn't that more accurate and faster?"

As a gunslinger, Hanni knew that having a scope like a sniper scope with a red dot sight was a huge advantage; don't underestimate the power of a mere red dot.

Mechanical aiming is definitely not as intuitive and fast as red dot sights in close combat.

This could change the outcome of a battle in an instant.

"Your Excellency, you are someone I am willing to follow for the rest of my life. You are very wise."

Hearing Hanni say that, Marilyn got goosebumps.

Yeah, who would have thought that a tactical genius was also a weapons expert?

Seeing Hanni's excitement, Sean was secretly laughing his head off. This was just a piece of junk advice. You wanted information? Here you go.

If I don't tell you something, what if you try to force me? I don't have the ability to protect myself right now, so I have to make plans.

"Actually, it's best for snipers to carry a spare infrared scope, since they can clearly locate enemies at night. Night vision equipment can turn night combat into an advantage." Unfortunately, current technology cannot achieve thermal imaging, otherwise, they would be invincible.

Night battle?

That's very difficult to fight.

In night battles, the greatest enemy is not the opponent, but the darkness.

Both sides can only rely on shooting; the outcome is up to God.

However, Germany possesses a remarkable technology: infrared technology. Germany was also the only country to use night vision technology during World War II.

The Vampire infrared night vision sight is a huge blob. Not only is the sight itself strange, but you also have to carry a box on the back, making it very inconvenient to use. Let them develop it in advance to test its capabilities.

Hanni's heart was filled with turmoil; gaining an advantage in night battle was extremely powerful.

Hanni wanted to report this back home immediately. "Your Excellency Sean, you are a true hero of the Empire."

Sean smiled indifferently, since the advice was all useless anyway.

Watching Hanni record everything and carefully put it away.

Sean knew she would definitely send the message back to Berlin; it turned out that using spies was quite interesting.

That means she could even give Germany any information I want it to know.

An unexpected gain.