This word, like a red-hot branding iron, burned fiercely into Gao Kai's heart.
Supported by Wang Jin and others, Gao Kai returned to his dormitory, utterly dejected. But Su Tang's cold words and the arrogant mockery of the soldiers from the Second Battalion kept echoing in his mind.
He lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, humiliation, anger, resentment, despair... a variety of emotions gnawing at his heart like venomous snakes.
Time passed by, second by second.
The clock on the wall slowly pointed to twelve o'clock.
Gao Kai suddenly jumped out of bed!
He gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, and for the first time, a near-mad determination appeared on his humiliated face.
Alone, he walked into the brightly lit gun workshop late at night.
When he pushed open the door, he saw Su Tang and Old Man Sun standing in front of the workbench.
Seeing Gao Kai enter, Old Man Sun's expression darkened, and he was about to reprimand him.
Su Tang didn't even look up, simply tossing a Type 54 pistol with a new firing pin to Gao Kai, coldly saying:
"Try firing a shot."
Gao Kai instinctively caught the pistol, and the cold touch sent a shiver down his spine.
He walked with some skepticism to the sandbox in the corner of the workshop, pulled the slide, loaded the gun, aimed at the center of the sandbox, and pulled the trigger.
"Smack!"
A crisp, clean, and noiseless firing sound, unlike anything he had ever heard before, sent a jolt through his body!
As a firearms expert, he could tell the difference from just that one sound!
He removed the spent cartridge and, by the light, saw the mark on the primer of the cartridge—a firing dent that was centered, of standard depth, with smooth edges, and perfectly rounded!
Perfect!
This is a textbook example of a perfect shot!
Gao Kai was completely stunned.
He held the warm bullet casing, completely baffled.
impossible……
That's absolutely impossible!
He could disassemble and reassemble the Type 54 pistol with his eyes closed; he knew it as well as his own hands. He knew better than anyone what was wrong with the gun. The firing force was too strong, the firing pin wore out quickly, and nine times out of ten the bullet holes it produced had rough edges or uneven depths.
But this thing in my hand... this thing looks like a work of art just made from the most sophisticated machine tool in the arsenal!
His first reaction was disbelief. He rushed back to the workbench like a madman, snatched the pistol, and smashed it into pieces with a few quick "clicks," scattering the parts all over the table.
He picked up a magnifying glass, brought it close to his eyes, and examined each part one by one.
Sleeve, no problem.
The barrel is fine.
The recoil spring is the same as before.
All parts are original, except...
His gaze was fixed on the small firing pin, which gleamed with a dark blue metallic luster.
Gao Kai's breathing stopped instantly.
With trembling hands, he picked up the firing pin with tweezers and brought it up to the light.
“This…this is…” His throat was dry, and the voice he made was hoarse and didn’t sound like his own.
Old Sun had been watching coldly, but seeing his uncultured attitude, he finally couldn't help but snort and exhale through his nose.
"What? Are you dumbfounded? Can't understand?" The old man crossed his arms and said irritably, "You kid, you're quite capable, but you're too arrogant. Don't you know there are always people more capable than you?"
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