Within a hundred meters, the gun was both fast and accurate.
Chen Zhou had heard gunshots hundreds of times and had seen how lead bullets tore through the fur of small animals, but this was the first time he'd witnessed blood bursting from a human chest.
The indigenous person, considered a significant potential threat and targeted, was hit by the lead bullet and fell backward, seemingly shouting something, but those words were quickly drowned by the panicked cries of the tribespeople and the angry commands of their elders.
Chen Zhou watched as he killed a person with his own hands.
Perhaps it was because he was in the midst of battle, or perhaps his regular training suppressed his emotions.
He felt no guilt or nausea, nor fear, just like the countless drills he'd done before. Calmly, he discarded the empty flintlock gun at his feet and took another pre-loaded one from his back.
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