The group carried the general-purpose machine guns and ammunition to the largest, fully-open outdoor shooting range.
The lights flickered on, instantly illuminating the entire shooting range.
At the end of the 200-meter lane, a pile of tree trunks served as targets.
"Oh, Sun, this is a nice range you've got here," Chief Bird said, cradling the M60 with an excited look on his face.
Feng Mountain, on the other hand, winced as he looked at the brightly lit range.
"This place must use a lot of electricity!"
Sun Jia understood immediately and quickly replied, "The range has a meter, so all the usage is recorded. The main problem is we don't know who to pay the bill to."
"Brother Feng, I think you should assign someone to manage the camp's housing and utilities."
'He's right.' Feng Mountain had noticed it too. As the camp's operations expanded, all sorts of trivial matters kept piling up: renting out cabins, collecting utility fees, paying employee salaries.
