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"Want to murder your husband? I can do it for you."

Su Feng smiled slightly as he looked at Ye Wenxi.

Ye Wenxi chuckled twice at these words, then turned to see Lu Weidong's long face.

No, not at all.

"Thank you so much, Section Chief Su. This is really affecting your training."

Ye Wenxi felt that even if they were of different social standing, they should still exchange a few polite words.

"It won't have any impact."

Su Feng raised his chin and pointed to an empty shooting position inside.

"You guys use that one."

"Thanks," Lu Weidong replied.

Ye Wenxi blinked, somewhat incredulous.

Several high-wattage incandescent lights illuminated the firing range, casting a stark contrast of light and shadow on the sand, target mounds, and distant, hazy mountain silhouettes.

The gunshots sounded particularly crisp in the night, one after another, striking the walls and hillsides, leaving short echoes.

Lu Weidong led her to the empty space and took a few items from the shelf next to it.

A dark green canvas vest with a thick cotton pad sewn onto the chest.

"Shockproof ones are a must, since guns have recoil."

Then he took out a pair of goggles, with brown glass lenses and soft rubber-wrapped edges.

Lu Weidong put it on her head and adjusted the elastic band.

"It can block gunpowder residue and bullet casings, and also protect against strong light."

Finally, there was a pair of half-finger shooting gloves, made of rough canvas with a thin layer of leather on the palm.

Lu Weidong pulled her hand and slipped the gloves on one by one.

"The area between your thumb and forefinger is the most chafing spot," he pinched the corresponding spot on her glove, "This will help."

After he was fully dressed, he took out a pistol.

The gun body was a dark steel blue, gleaming coldly under the light.

He held it in his hand, the muzzle naturally pointing towards the ground.

"Type 54, 7.62mm caliber, magazine capacity of eight rounds."

Ye Wenxi was dressed up by Lu Weidong like a puppet on a string.

She had expected to feel excited, or at least nervous, about touching a real gun.

But I felt surprisingly calm.

Lu Weidong also noticed her expression; there was no curiosity, nor the cautious tension that most people feel when handling a gun for the first time.

She simply held it, her gaze as indifferent as an experienced person examining an everyday tool.

"Have you used it before?" he asked, half-jokingly.

Ye Wenxi glanced at him, and casually uttered a sentence without really thinking:

"I've never used this gun. I've only used yours."

Lu Weidong: "........"

He raised his hand and scratched the top of his head; his scalp felt a little numb.

"Feeling better?" he asked, his voice lower.

He's started saying dirty jokes now, looks like he's relaxed a bit.

Lu Weidong knew that with Ye Wenxi's "skill," she didn't need to think about such words; she could just open her mouth and say them.

It was precisely because her mind wasn't on this matter right now, and she was a bit distracted, that these words slipped out.

"And then?" Ye Wenxi didn't answer his question, but instead pressed him for an answer.

He used his thumb to pry open the latch, removed the magazine, and showed her the bright yellow bullets inside.

"The magazine must be locked in place; you only know it's in position when you hear a 'click' sound."

Then he gripped the sleeve and pulled it back.

"Load. The first bullet is now in the chamber." The slide returned to its original position with a crisp, clean sound.

"Hold the gun." He handed it to me. "With both hands, like this."

He demonstrated, making a full fist with his right hand, then wrapping his left hand around his right, with the tiger's mouth aligned.

"Follow the rear sight and front sight in a straight line, aim at the target. Pull the trigger slowly and evenly, don't pull hard."

Ye Wenxi took the gun.

It was heavier than I expected; the cold metal pressed against the gloves, and the weight was really pressing down on my hands.

The target Lu Weidong pointed out to her was much closer than the targets those special forces soldiers could shoot at, only 100 meters away.

Yeh Wen-hsi now understands why he said it "wouldn't affect the experience".

At this distance, aiming was no longer an option for her; it was all based on intuition.

"Relax your shoulders, breathe evenly. Keep your eyes on the target, grip firmly, and listen to my commands."

Lu Weidong took a half step back and whispered in her ear, "Hold on tight, lower your shoulders."

Ye Wenxi strained, his fingers clenched, as if all his strength was concentrated in his hand holding the gun, preparing to meet the legendary recoil.

"Stop breathing."

She held her breath.

"buckle."

Press down with your index finger.

boom--!

The gunshot rang out, crisper and louder than expected, making my eardrums buzz.

A force suddenly slammed into her hand, pushing her shoulder backward, but it wasn't as scary as she had imagined.

A small puff of white smoke rose from the muzzle of the gun, quickly dissipating in the night wind.

Ye Wenxi shook her slightly numb wrist and turned to ask, "How are you?"

Lu Weidong picked up the binoculars next to him and looked in the direction of the target.

After looking at her for a few seconds, he put down the mirror, looked down at her, and his eyes showed a hint of disbelief.

"You've really never fired a gun before?"

Ye Wenxi clicked his tongue, snatched the binoculars, and brought them close to his eyes.

Through the telescope, the target paper in the distance was clearly illuminated by the light.

Right next to the bullseye, close to the ten-ring line, was a fresh bullet hole.

Her mouth opened slightly.

Did I hit the bullseye?

Ye Wenxi stared blankly at Lu Weidong, her voice slightly unsteady.

My emotions are surging.

Could this be...?

My mother's golden finger?!

She quickly shoved the binoculars into Lu Weidong's arms and then pushed the gun to him.

"Hurry! What do we do? I need to continue!"

He then snatched back the binoculars and stared at the target back and forth, as if he wanted to see the bullet hole through his eyes.

Lu Weidong deftly removed the magazine, loaded the bullets, and cocked the gun before handing it back to her.

Ye Wenxi took a deep breath and aimed even more intently than before.

boom!

The recoil still made her shudder.

Lu Weidong raised his binoculars.

"..." He paused, "The Third Ring Road."

"impossible!"

Ye Wenxi snatched the binoculars and looked for himself; the bullet hole was indeed crooked on the outer edge of the Third Ring Road.

"Again!"

Lu Weidong loaded her gun again.

The next few shots: Fourth Ring. Third Ring.

Two shots even flew directly outside the target paper, missing the target entirely.

Ye Wenxi put down the gun, his shoulders slumped.

"I clearly hit the target perfectly with my first shot," she exhaled.

Lu Weidong took the gun, but couldn't help but smile.

He turned his head, his shoulders twitched suspiciously twice, before turning back and nodding solemnly:

"Hmm. You guessed pretty accurately."

Ye Wenxi rolled her eyes at him, somewhat unconvinced.

"If you're so good, then you do it!"

Lu Weidong laughed so hard his shoulders twitched again: "Okay."

He took the gun, without wearing any protective gear, and just stood there.

Unload the magazine, load the bullet, chamber a round, and raise the gun.

Their movements were so fast, it was as if they had rehearsed them countless times.

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!

Five gunshots rang out in quick succession, almost in a single, crisp and clean line.

The muzzle of the gun remained perfectly still in his hand, with only the slide moving back and forth rhythmically, and spent cartridges clattering out and landing on the sand.

Ye Wenxi was a little stunned.

Lu Weidong handed the gun back to her and picked up the binoculars himself.

Ye Wenxi leaned over to snatch a look.

Inside the scope, five bullet holes are densely packed near the bullseye, almost overlapping each other, all within the nine-ring.

She put down the binoculars and remained silent for a long time.

Lu Weidong didn't speak, but his smile was blatant, clearly saying:

So, how about it? Do you submit?

Ye Wenxi placed the binoculars on the shelf next to him.

"go home."

Lu Weidong: "............"

This damn competitive spirit.