RAT-A-TAT-TAT.
The sound of dense gunfire echoed across the snow-covered shooting range.
Lin Chu held an AK-47. Without controlling the recoil, he let loose a full magazine. His aim was terrible, but the thrill of unlimited firepower was incredible, even if he'd become a master of tracing outlines.
Even through his thick down jacket, Lin Chu could feel the powerful kick in his shoulder, and his arm was starting to go numb.
But in that instant, a rush of adrenaline surged through him. His heart pounded powerfully, and a satisfying thrill spread through every cell in his body.
It was as if some belligerent factor deep in his genes had been activated.
'A real man should live for conquest and glory!'
'If an AK is this awesome, what would it be like to sit in a tank? I'd probably lose my mind!'
Beside him, Dongnya watched Lin Chu's amateurish display and let out a laugh as clear and crisp as a silver bell.
'Rookie.'
'That's not how you shoot an AK.'
But she didn't say anything.
