"Silly kid, I'm just messing with you!" Feng Shan chuckled, patting Feng Jun's shoulder. He turned to Yves. "Give him an ammo belt and let him have some fun. The kid's never even touched a gun before."
"My God! My son had his own .22 bird gun when he was five, and this kid's never touched a gun at his age? Son, let me show you how to use an M60."
As a member of the National Rifle Association of America, Chief Bird couldn't stand seeing someone who'd never handled a firearm. Hearing about Feng Jun's inexperience, he was so surprised that he stepped forward to instruct him personally.
"Here, press the stock against your shoulder. Since it's your first time with an M60, don't hold the trigger down. Use short bursts. Once you get used to the impact, you can try full auto."
....
In the shooting range lounge.
"Brother Feng, this is the other key to the armory. Who do you think would be a good fit to look after it?" Sun Jia said, placing a key on the table.
