Naming Technique of the Night
In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution. It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion. Steel and flesh, past and future. In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach. The darkness is slowly creeping in. But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness. Gotta use fire.
237, that's too much.
"You really never touched a gun before?" Lao Liu asked suddenly, looking at the target paper 50 meters away.
A 50-meter target was considered a standard distance for handguns. Some people liked to practice quick-draw techniques at 100 meters, but Lao Liu knew that in most combat encounters, 50 meters was absolutely sufficient. Beyond that distance, it was necessary to switch to an automatic rifle for fire suppression.
"Touched it," Qing Chen said while changing the magazine, "When I was a child, my father kept a handgun for self-defense. I pawned it later."
Lao Liu realized at that moment that when Qing Chen first used firearms, even changing magazines was awkward for him. But after changing three magazines, he suddenly became as proficient as a veteran.
Qing Chen finished another magazine and then looked at Lao Liu, "Brother Liu, could you take apart this handgun for me to see?"