"Why didn't I feel anything?"
As he spoke, he even did a chest expansion exercise...
Apart from some numbness in the web of his thumb, he really didn't feel very tired...
Listening to Gu Heng, Zheng Yong felt his own hands trembling slightly, and his expressionless face couldn't help but twitch covertly...
Every time Gu Heng fired, he had steadily managed the horizon for him...
It's no exaggeration to say, most of the recoil of the gun was borne by him, and he was essentially a human gun mount...
Gu Heng only needed to keep pulling the trigger, how tiring could that be?
"Does Mr. Gu still need to replenish 9mm bullets?"
Gu Heng pondered for two seconds, then shook his head and said, "Forget it, I've had enough of handguns, let's try the rifles."
After finishing, he turned to Coach Zheng and asked, "Coach Zheng, where's the rifle range?"
"This way."
Without saying much, Zheng Yong led Gu Heng towards the rifle range...
