"Can I give it a try?" Dubian Che was eager to have a go.
"According to the rules, without Miss Jiutiao's permission, no one else besides us can use the equipment here. However, Dubian, letting you try a magazine of the pistol should be fine."
"Thank you." Dubian Che estimated in his mind how likely it was that Jiutiao Meijie would allow him to come here for gun practice.
Jiangchuan held a dark pistol in his hand, skillfully loaded the bullet, and fired a shot at a target 30 meters away.
The target fell with a sound.
"Here." He handed the pistol to Dubian Che as casually as if he were passing an umbrella.
Dubian Che sniffed the faint smell of gunpowder and felt its heavy weight.
He knew he wasn't strong enough and didn't try Jiangchuan's one-handed shooting. He cautiously held the gun with both hands and aimed at the bullseye five meters away in the posture he had seen in movies.
Just as he was about to make the first handgun shot of his life.
