Nanheng raised his brows. "That's not necessarily true. A person's potential is limitless. The incident at Cambodia was sufficient to prove that at times, the least expected person can become the key to obtaining victory."
Furthermore, no matter how well Ji Nuan was taking to guns, it was clear that she had the desire to protect her man. Mo Jingshen, whose wounds were mostly healed, was already revealing a hint of a smile.
The two of them, one was sitting right here, while the other was at the shooting range slowly learning to use a gun. Even across such a large distance, they were able to force-feed him a whole mouthful of dog food.
Nanheng smirked and expanded the surveillance camera footage on the screen; this way, Mo Jingshen could continue admiring his wife's back view.
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The sky was turning darker, and the base was surrounded by lamps. The shooting range was brightly lit.
