Looking at the shooting range, Chen Wen couldn't help but click his tongue.
The place was vast, with a large open area in the distance, and about fifty meters away were the targets.
Where they stood was a shooting window, and some ammo boxes were stacked neatly on the table.
Chen Wen glanced around and found that the firearms here should all be semi-automatic rifles.
The coach was a rugged Russian man, not bald, but surprisingly hairy.
This was quite rare.
He took out a rifle from the box beside him, and as soon as Chen Wen saw it, he named it: "AK47?"
The coach looked at Chen Wen with a proud smile and introduced, "It's from the AK series, a firearm designed by the famous weapon designer from our country, Kalashnikov. It's a basic firearm, would you like me to teach you how to use it?"
Chen Wen nodded and asked Gaston in awkward Arabic, "Who goes first?"
After correcting Chen Wen's pronunciation, Gaston replied again in Arabic, "You go, I'll watch first."
