At the start, I tricked the school beauty, and ended up with twins?

"Kid, even this old man wouldn't dare claim I hit the mark every time, so don't blow your own trumpet too much."

The group followed Gloda, who was grinning through gritted teeth, into the entrance of the shooting range. Old Dai stopped at the weapon pickup table and, under the watch of two burly men, picked up a 92 pistol.

"We'll know once we try," Wu Shaohan said with a smile, as he spoke to the two men guarding the weapons in Bengali.

Then one of the muscle men pointed to a rifle-like weapon on the table and nodded.

With their permission, Wu Shaohan picked it up, and it looked quite heavy.

"FN FAL, the most common automatic rifle used by international mercenaries."

Despite being retired for many years, Old Dai, who still watched military channels, recognized the gun in Wu Shaohan's hand at a glance.

He looked surprised. How did Wu Shaohan come to use such a weapon?

After taking another look at Wu Shaohan, he turned his attention to Gu Yu and Lin Xinyue.

"How about it, you two rookies? You can only start with pistols, right?"

Old Dai unapologetically referred to Gu Yu and Lin Xinyue as rookies.

Gu Yu didn't say anything; he really didn't know, but Lin Xinyue felt a bit indignant: "Who are you calling a rookie? I'm quite good at shooting air rifles!"

"The kind where you shoot balloons?" Old Dai winked like a mischievous old child.

Lin Xinyue, furious, rushed over to hit him but he dodged away.

"Old Man Dai, why do I feel like you're asking for a beating today?"

Lin Xinyue stood with her hands on her hips, fuming.

Usually, Old Dai would be steady, with an air of a knowledgeable elder about him.

But today, at the shooting range, he seemed like a completely different person, even starting to tease her!

It felt a bit like... like a soldier hooligan! Yes, rascally!

"Today, this is my home turf, you young people." Old Dai went back to the weapon table with a smug look and picked up a box of 9mm pistol bullets.

He deftly removed the magazine and was about to load the bullets when the guard stopped him with a hand.

"What's the problem? I'm not refusing to pay for your bullets," Old Dai raised his eyebrows.

"You cannot load here; please go to the designated shooting area and use the firearms according to the rules."

The guard on the left said something incomprehensible to everyone but Gu Yu and Wu Shaohan.

"What do you mean?" Old Dai turned to ask Wu Shaohan.

Wu Shaohan, fiddling with the magazine-free automatic rifle, said nonchalantly, "He says you're too old for this and you should just stay out of the way."

"What?" Old Dai heard this and felt indignant. Was this age discrimination?

He was a customer! And what's a customer? A god!

Instantly, Old Dai rolled up his sleeves, ready to take on the tall, muscular man in front of him.

"You think you can look down on an old man like me? Let me tell you, although I was a medic back in the day, the skills in my hand are not to be taken lightly!"

Old Dai clenched his fist and shook it in front of the strong man.

Although the Bhutanese muscle man didn't understand Huaxia, he could tell from Old Dai's actions that he was being challenged.

He slowly moved his hand toward the stun gun tucked in his pants behind his back.

If this old Huaxia man really dared to make a move, he wouldn't hesitate to knock him down.

"Pfft—hahaha!" Gu Yu, who understood Bengali, couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Gu Yu's laughter drew everyone's attention.

"You little brat, what are you laughing at?" Old Dai glared, unable to take on the strong man, but he could still scold Gu Yu, right?

"Nothing, I just think Old Dai is being a bit too flashy today!"

Gu Yu quickly suppressed his unrestrained laughter, but he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Old Man Dai, save it, you're no longer the quick-draw sharpshooter from our medical squad," said the old man Deng Fenglin as he walked over and patted his old buddy's shoulder.

"Haha, it's already good enough for people our age to be able to pick up a pistol."

Feng Hang also nodded and reached for a pistol of some unknown model.

"Nonsense, I'm definitely as fierce as ever!" Old Dai refused to accept being outdone and began to press bullets into the magazine.

This time it was Wu Shaohan who stopped him, "You can't load bullets here, you must go to a special location."

"Oh you little brat, you did that translation on purpose just now, didn't you?"

It was only then that Old Dai realized why the Bangladeshi man had stopped him.

It was probably for safety reasons, before shooting on the range, everyone had to separate their guns and ammunition.

Otherwise, if someone who didn't understand anything just loaded a gun and started shooting randomly, that would be the end of it.

"Come with me."

After communicating with the person in charge of the range for a while, the instructor Gloda waved at the group.

Although they couldn't understand his language, they could still understand his gestures.

Gu Yu casually picked up a rifle that closely resembled an AK47, and despite the wooden stock making him think it wouldn't be very heavy, it weighed down his waist the moment he held it.

At least four kilograms!

Without guessing, he knew the recoil of this rifle must be significant.

"Starting with an AK, though it's an AKM, you're quite the tough one already," said Wu Shaohan with a glance at the gun in his hand, giving him an approving look.

"Is it easy to use?"

Gu Yu, as if possessed, asked a question. He had the gun in hand and did not want to give it back.

"Which aspect are you referring to? In terms of performance and practical use, it's very good, but for a beginner like you, it might not be easy to handle," Wu Shaohan pondered before answering.

"No problem, I believe I can handle it!" Gu Yu replied with confidence. He was currently absorbing the experience from the manual and should soon learn how to use the rifle.

Of course, learning how to use it and using it to shoot at targets were two different things.

The manual introduced mostly conceptual experience; a "Individual Combat Manual" might have been much more helpful.

But the idea was good, the reality was not.

He had also tried converting some reference books, but pure published reference books simply could not be converted into experience, not even the conversion function would turn on.

Only personal notebooks or pamphlets could work.

"What about me? What do I use?" Lin Xinyue, seeing everyone heading toward the shooting points, realized she hadn't picked a gun yet.

"You play with a pistol," Gu Yu suggested.

"I don't want to, I want to play with a big one like yours!" Lin Xinyue shook her head, refusing.

"...I'm afraid you can't handle it." Gu Yu himself was starting to regret picking up the AKM, which, although not heavy at first, really tired him out when he constantly had to hold it.

"I can!" Lin Xinyue still shook her head.

"In that case, I recommend the AR15 rifle for you. It has very little recoil, suitable for ladies," Wu Shaohan intervened after watching the two discuss for a while and actively chose a rifle for Lin Xinyue.

"Alright then! I'll take this one!" Lin Xinyue happily embraced the AR15.

The three hurried after the instructor.
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Just at this moment, a middle-aged man with a revolver in hand, a face covered in stubble, darker skin, and a neck tattooed with an unknown goddess, suddenly shouted at Wu Shaohan, "শার্পশুটারউ শাওহান?"

The three stopped in their tracks.

Wu Shaohan looked at the man with confusion, while Gu Yu looked at Wu Shaohan with equal puzzlement.

Only Lin Xinyue was clueless and didn't understand anything.

"Sharpshooter?" Gu Yu, who understood Bengali, stared at Wu Shaohan, filled with surprise.