"Nice piece."
Han Feng praised it.
The gun was extremely well-maintained and in Peak condition.
He grabbed a handful of the cheapest, standard steel-core rounds and loaded them into the magazine.
Wang Meng, Zhang Hao, and the others stood under the sunshade behind him, cigarettes dangling from their lips as they watched with great interest.
"A 50-meter target, or a moving one?"
Wang Meng blew a smoke ring.
"Xiaohan, show us one of your special tricks. How about a rapid-fire recoil control demonstration?"
Han Feng shook his head.
"No need to get that fancy. That stationary target will do."
He pointed to the standard steel plate target about a hundred meters away, which was roughly one centimeter thick.
Gu Yun stood on the periphery, arms crossed, watching with a cold gaze.
'A stationary target at one hundred meters?'
'Isn't this a basic drill for a recruit's first day?'
'Nothing worth watching here.'
Han Feng ignored his trash talk.
