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In the indoor shooting range of Arilan Moson Studio, Gao Yang was concentrating on shooting with a handgun specially made for him by Jack, the name of which he couldn't quite determine.
Gao Yang had already fired more than two hundred rounds with his handgun. Of course, the process was intermittent, firing a magazine's worth of bullets, checking the points of impact on the target paper to see if the distribution was concentrated, then switching to another type of bullet and continuing to observe the points of impact.
Now, Gao Yang truly understood the concept of a custom gun that truly belonged to him. In terms of comfort and pointability, he had never imagined that a handgun could be so perfect. Holding the gun in his hand felt as if it were a part of his body.