The eyes are the most important thing for a sniper besides the gun, and Wang Ying had lost one, meaning he no longer had the qualifications to hold a gun. For a sniper, this was an immense sorrow, one that Lin Tian could not fully comprehend.
Lin Tian looked at the sixteen-year-old Wang Ying, feeling a bit sour. At that age, most kids from normal families were attending school, enjoying their carefree lives, naive and romantic, dreaming about one beautiful future after another.
But what about Wang Ying? An orphan from childhood, raised in the military, Lin Tian could hardly imagine how he had become a sniper at just sixteen. That hardship seemed something only Wang Ying himself could understand!
Honestly, Lin Tian greatly admired the young man before him. At sixteen, he hadn't touched a gun, hadn't been on the battlefield, hadn't made contributions to the nation.
"Do you really enjoy being a sniper?" asked Lin Tian.
