Chapter 444 Sharpshooter?

"Kid, even this old man wouldn't dare claim I hit the mark every time, so don't blow your own trumpet too much."

The group followed Gloda, who was grinning through gritted teeth, into the entrance of the shooting range. Old Dai stopped at the weapon pickup table and, under the watch of two burly men, picked up a 92 pistol.

"We'll know once we try," Wu Shaohan said with a smile, as he spoke to the two men guarding the weapons in Bengali.

Then one of the muscle men pointed to a rifle-like weapon on the table and nodded.

With their permission, Wu Shaohan picked it up, and it looked quite heavy.

"FN FAL, the most common automatic rifle used by international mercenaries."

Despite being retired for many years, Old Dai, who still watched military channels, recognized the gun in Wu Shaohan's hand at a glance.

He looked surprised. How did Wu Shaohan come to use such a weapon?

After taking another look at Wu Shaohan, he turned his attention to Gu Yu and Lin Xinyue.