Delta: I have a 1-Haf Coin instant kill system!

"Really?"

Mai Xiaowen examined the M7 twice, turning it over and over.

Zhang Zhao opened his mouth.

In my past life in the game, all I had to do was spend HAF coins to equip a good gun!

Who cares about these things anymore?

Go into the map and play a round; whether you can bring it out is still uncertain!

In reality—

He swallowed hard, his mind blank.

but......

[Ding—Keyword "Weapon Maintenance" has been triggered]

[Host detected lacking relevant skills, searching the database...]

[Search complete—Firearms maintenance theoretical data has been loaded!]

The content includes: rifle structure diagrams, disassembly steps, cleaning and maintenance procedures, and troubleshooting methods for common malfunctions.

[Note: This material contains purely theoretical content and does not include practical experience.]

Before Zhang Zhao could react, a massive amount of information flooded into his mind!

Various rifle modification schemes, cleaning methods, maintenance methods... even the maintenance frequency under different environments are listed at a glance!

Zhang Zhao was stunned for a moment.

The theory is there, but—

Why aren't you saying anything?

Mai Xiaowen's voice interrupted his thoughts.

She crossed her arms and tilted her head to look at Zhang Zhao.

"Just say you don't know, I'm not here to waste time with you!"

Mai Xiaowen said this, but she was certain in her heart that Zhang Zhao would definitely do it!

After all, that's a thousand shots hitting the bullseye!

With marksmanship at this level, how could he not know how to maintain firearms?

"meeting!"

Zhang Zhao spoke subconsciously.

Mai Xiaowen raised an eyebrow and pushed the M7 into his arms.

"Then you can do it yourself! After you're done with your treatment, you can rest or do whatever you want!"

Zhang Zhao caught the gun and walked to the worktable.

The shelves were fully stocked with tools: cleaning agents, cleaning rods, brushes, gun oil, and gun cleaning cloths—everything you could need.

He took a deep breath and began to work.

The first step is to inspect the gun!

Zhang Zhao pushed with his thumb, and the magazine catch popped out, removing the magazine.

Pull back the bolt to check the chamber.

empty!

Confirmation complete, bolt reset!

These movements were performed smoothly and without any hesitation.

He looks quite like a gun master!

Mai Xiaowen leaned to one side and squinted her eyes.

Not bad, good safety awareness!

But then—

Zhang Zhao began disassembling the gun.

The disassembly process of the M7 is not complicated, but it does require some skill.

The bolt assembly is unlocked, and the bolt carrier is pulled out...

The first step went relatively smoothly, and Mai Xiaowen nodded slightly.

But problems arose in the second step!

Zhang Zhao attempted to remove the firing mechanism from the receiver.

My mind knows I should press here, but when I actually do it, my fingers just won't obey me.

With a "click," my hand slipped.

Zhang Zhao's lips twitched, he changed the angle, and pressed again.

This time the force was right, but with a "clang," a part fell onto the worktable.

Mai Xiaowen's eyebrows twitched. What did that mean?

He didn't say anything, and continued watching.

Zhang Zhao pursed his lips, picked up the parts, and continued disassembling.

But each one is more difficult than the last!

He got stuck when he tried to disassemble the gun barrel.

He tried it four or five times, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Mai Xiaowen finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"Do you even know how?"

She took a step forward.

"meeting!"

Zhang Zhao didn't even raise his head.

"I am—"

"What is it?"

Mai Xiaowen stood behind him, looking down at the M7 in his hand.

"You know it in your head, but your hands can't?"

Zhang Zhao was silent for two seconds, then nodded.

"With such accurate marksmanship, you're telling me you don't know how to maintain firearms?"

"Um......"

Mai Xiaowen couldn't help but chuckle softly.

The laughter was very soft, almost inaudible.

But Zhang Zhao heard it.

He looked up and met Mai Xiaowen's eyes, which were filled with helplessness.

"Get out of the way!"

Mai Xiaowen reached out and pushed him aside, then picked up the pile of half-disassembled parts from the workbench.

"Watch!"

She picked up another M7, her movements so fast that Zhang Zhao's Relink brain-computer interface could only capture a fleeting afterimage.

Unlocking the bolt assembly, removing the firing mechanism, separating the gas block...

Every movement was crisp and clean, without a single unnecessary action.

Mai Xiaowen disassembled an M7, from complete to fragmented, in less than ten seconds!

"Did you see it clearly?"

Mai Xiaowen neatly arranged the disassembled parts on the worktable.

Zhang Zhao nodded, then shook his head.

Mai Xiaowen sighed.

"Did you see it clearly? Didn't you see it clearly? Which one is it?"

"I saw it clearly, but—"

"But it didn't work, did it?"

Mai Xiaowen took over the conversation and picked up a gun cleaning cloth.

"Come on, give me your hand."

Zhang Zhao was stunned for a moment.

Mai Xiaowen had already grabbed his right hand.

Her hands are small, with long, slender fingers, but her grip strength is amazing!

Zhang Zhao's knuckles cracked as she squeezed his fingers.

"Hold it here!"

Mai Xiaowen placed his hand on the gun barrel.

"Support it! Four fingers below, thumb above, palms not pressed tightly together, leave a little space!"

Her hand covered Zhang Zhao's hand, adjusting the position of his fingers.

"Yes, that's it!"

Zhang Zhao could feel the warmth of her fingers.

"Now, get the brush!"

Zhang Zhao reached for the brush on the worktable with his left hand.

Mai Xiaowen released his right hand and instead pressed down on his left shoulder!

"Don't use brute force! When cleaning the tank, apply even pressure; it's not about scrubbing harder to make it cleaner."

Zhang Zhao gripped the barrel with his left hand and picked up a cleaning rod with his right, beginning to clean the chamber.

......

On the training field next door, Red Wolf was leaning against the partition, stretching his right shoulder.

"Hey, Uluru."

He called out to the side.

Uluru is currently wiping his face with a towel.

Hearing Red Wolf call him, he draped the towel over his shoulder and turned around.

"What's wrong?"

Red Wolf didn't speak, but gestured with his chin towards the corner of the training field.

Uluru followed his gaze—

Mai Xiaowen was standing behind Zhang Zhao, her hand on Zhang Zhao's hand, the two of them very close.

"Oh ho—"

Uluru's eyes lit up immediately.

He put down the towel, braced his hands on the partition, and stretched his neck like a giraffe.

"Wow~ You've already got the hang of it?"

Red Wolf chuckled, unscrewed the thermos, and took a sip.

"Don't talk nonsense, kid. They're teaching how to maintain firearms."

"Does teaching gun maintenance require hands-on instruction?"

Uluru glanced back at Red Wolf, his face clearly saying, "Do you think I'm stupid?"

"The instructor said that new recruits must be taught step-by-step on the first day! That's the rule!"

Red Wolf screwed on the thermos and said in a serious tone.

"rule?"

Uluru chuckled.

"I don't recall having this rule?"

"Because you only arrived in the second week."

Red Wolf remained unfazed.

Uluru: "..."

Luna leaned against the partition, took off her earmuffs, picked up the water bottle, and took a sip.

She didn't join in Red Wolf and Uluru's conversation, but her gaze never left the corner of the training field.

"These two people—"

She put down the kettle and shook her head.

The Dragon has finished cleaning the M14 and is now reassembling it.

He smiled and said, "We were indeed taught step by step, but it was Instructor Deep Blue who taught us."