Accustomed to the low recoil of the M-1 rifle, Su Mo jumped when the intense recoil of the AK hit him. Fortunately, his formidable physical fitness provided a solid foundation. The moment the sway began, he easily controlled his body, locking his shooting shoulder in place without the slightest waver.
"Congratulations. Bullseye. Score: 100 points!"
A pleasant female voice rang out from the scope. Listening closely, one could distinguish Guan Yuan's sweet tone.
"Wow, Su Mo, you're amazing! Getting a perfect score on your first try.
"You're way better than my brother, Guan Shan!"
The target stood less than thirty meters from the shooting point at most. At such a distance, anyone with a bit of training could hit the bullseye. The reason for Guan Yuan's surprise was simple. No one pulling the trigger on a gun without a magazine would subconsciously brace against the recoil.
