He quickly emptied four magazines.
Feng Mountain racked the slide, confirming the chamber was clear, then casually tossed the gun to the anxiously waiting Mexican, Scar.
Just then.
He noticed four old men standing in the pistol range's rest area, their eyes gleaming as they stared at him.
As it happened, Feng Mountain was looking for them anyway.
After all, Jeff had said he would build a highway straight to Crown Territory in five months.
He didn't know a thing about road construction, but Old Li was a different story. As a retired chief engineer from a construction company, he was sure to know the inside details.
Just as he was about to ask, Old Liu cut in impatiently.
"Xiaofeng, what kind of gun is this? I've never seen one like it."
"Oh, it's a custom gun a friend gave me. I just came to fire off a few rounds," Feng Mountain replied with a grin.
Banking on the fact that he was Jenny's former teacher, Old Zhang shamelessly asked, "So, uh... how about letting us try it?"
