Chapter 410: The Transcender (Extra update for 200 monthly tickets)

An 80% new Mini Rifle was being caressed like a lover by a brown-skinned hand, skillfully disassembling, assembling various parts, and loading bullets...

After a dazzling operation, it was handed to a handsome South Indies young man with thick lips and short hair, aiming it at the target not far away and pulling the trigger.

Bang!

The gunshot sounded.

The bullet hit the bullseye directly.

"Well done!"

Next to him, a girl with ivory-like delicate white skin and a doll-like exquisite face clapped her hands with a smile: "Sharuk, your marksmanship is getting better and better."

Sharuk put down the gun and shook his head: "I have to thank you, Miss Connie. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to repair these seized spoils of war."

The production of a modern rifle requires the support of a complete military industry.

Theoretically, indigenous tribes with no foundation in technology and craftsmanship cannot mass-produce and repair rifles.

However, this is not a purely scientific world.