Leng Zirui kept his word, and first took the Little Thing to the shooting range.
In the shooting range, there were also special forces members undergoing shooting training. When they saw Leng Zirui carrying a little child, the officer in charge of training was surprised.
"Boss, what’s this?!"
"I’m bringing my nephew here to broaden his horizons, is that a problem?!" Leng Zirui glanced at the soldiers preparing to shoot in the distance, "Go get him some earmuffs!"
The Little Thing was still young. Although this wasn’t an indoor shooting range, Leng Zirui was still worried that the loud noises might hurt his ears.
The officer returned with a set of earmuffs in hand.
After putting the Little Thing down, Leng Zirui carefully adjusted the earmuffs on his head, then held his little hand and walked him to the shooting point.
"Gun!"
As soon as he stretched out his hand, a soldier immediately tossed his gun over.
Holding the gun, Leng Zirui smiled, knelt down, and embraced the Little Thing in his arms, showing the gun in front of him, "This is an M99 semi-automatic sniper rifle. From where we’re standing, it can shoot through that jeep over there, isn’t that amazing?!"
The Little Thing was seeing a real gun for the first time and was extremely excited. He reached out to touch the gun, then looked through the sniper scope and excitedly turned to Leng Zirui, "Uncle Zirui, can I fire a shot?!"
"Of course, but you need to be careful and not get scared!" Leng Zirui disengaged the safety on the gun and held the Little Thing’s hand on the trigger, "Put your eye on the scope, do you see the little cross inside? Aim it at the bullseye."
Following his instructions, the Little Thing moved the gun, while Leng Zirui merely held it, letting him exert all his force.
"Uncle Zimo, I’ve aimed."
"Then shoot!"



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