Duke Raymond seemed to know a lot about guns and shooting. He kept explaining various shooting and gun knowledge to Feng Qing, and the passionate smile on his face never disappeared.
"Qingqing, I'll start shooting now. Watch carefully by the side. It's your turn later." Duke Raymond held a silver Beretta pistol in one hand and deliberately posed in a particularly handsome manner.
Feng Qing glanced at him and wished she could end this immediately. She was about to be annoyed to death by this man. In this short time, she felt like her ears were about to give birth to calluses.
Bang bang… He fired three times in a row and all three shots hit the target. Duke Raymond's gun stopped. Looking at the monitor beside him, Raymond nodded as if he was very satisfied with his results. Although he didn't hit the bullseye with one shot, at least all of them went into the eighth ring. This was a distance of fifty meters, and it would take long-term training to hit the target.
