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"Yao'er, what place is that?" His voice carried a hint of awe, but even more so, anticipation for the secrets that were about to be revealed.

Chu Xingyao did not answer directly, but instead opened the door of the SUV, gesturing for Jun Jiuxiao to enter.

Attracted by her aura, Jun Jiuxiao involuntarily followed her and sat inside the steel behemoth.

The atmosphere inside the car was tense yet full of anticipation. Chu Xingyao's eyes sparkled with a wild beauty, and a smug smile curled at the corners of her lips.

She started the car, the roar of the engine echoing inside, like a wild beast about to charge.

She turned the steering wheel slightly, and the car shot off like an arrow, its speed making Jun Jiuxiao's heart race.

"Hold on tight, Yaochen." Chu Xingyao's voice carried a hint of command, her eyes firm and deep, as if they could see through everything.

Jun Jiuxiao sensed her determination and strength, and a strange excitement welled up in his heart, as if he was about to unveil not just a place, but a new world.

Chu Xingyao's face was full of confidence. She knew that she would bring Jun Jiuxiao an unprecedented surprise.

Finally, the car stopped in front of a secluded valley.

Chu Xingyao led Jun Jiuxiao out of the SUV. Her steps were firm and powerful, each step revealing her familiarity with and control over this land.

The sign next to them outlined the three training grounds with simple lines. Seeing the confusion in Jun Jiuxiao's eyes, Chu Xingyao read it to him softly.

“Training ground, this is the simplified Chinese script used in our area.”

Her voice carried a hint of gentleness, as if she were showing him a whole new world.

Stepping into the training field, a tense yet exciting atmosphere filled the air.

Jun Jiuxiao's gaze was drawn to the weapons displayed on the nearby shelf, but he was puzzled by these unfamiliar items. Chu Xingyao noticed his confusion and walked over to him, introducing each item to him one by one.

"This is the weapon we use in combat—a gun."

Chu Xingyao's voice was deep and powerful, and her fingers gently slid over the cold gun barrel as if she were caressing an old friend.

Chu Xingyao's steps were steady and powerful. She walked to the weapon rack, her sharp eyes scanning over the various sniper rifles, and finally selected a high-performance sniper rifle.

She gently stroked the gun barrel, as if conversing with an old friend, then turned to Jun Jiuxiao, her eyes sparkling with excitement at the upcoming demonstration of her skills:

"This is a sniper rifle, with a range of over 1500 meters, capable of killing with a single shot."

Her voice was calm, yet it revealed a profound understanding and mastery of this weapon.

She walked to the shooting position, her posture upright, every movement revealing professionalism and skill.

Chu Xingyao pressed the butt of the gun against her shoulder, her eyes locked on the bullseye in the distance through the scope, her breathing light and rhythmic.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and then, with a crisp gunshot, the bullet sliced ​​through the air and struck the bullseye—a perfect ten.

Her movements were graceful and precise, just as she had demonstrated in countless missions, each one breathtaking.

Chu Xingyao put down her gun, turned to look at Jun Jiuxiao, and her eyes shone with encouragement: "Yaochen, give it a try."

Her voice was gentle, yet carried an undeniable invitation.

She believed in him, in his abilities, and in his courage.

Jun Jiuxiao's heart raced; he sensed Chu Xingyao's trust and expectation.

He stepped forward, took the sniper rifle, and felt the lingering warmth of Chu Xingyao as his palm touched the cold metal.

He mimicked Chu Xingyao's movements, pressing his eye close to the scope and searching for the target.

His breathing became as gentle as Chu Xingyao's, and his finger lightly pulled the trigger.

In this tranquil moment, Chu Xingyao stood beside Jun Jiuxiao, her gaze gentle and focused, her breathing in sync with his, and her heartbeat resonating with his.

Her presence was like a source of strength, support, and warmth. She trusted him as much as she trusted herself.

When Jun Jiuxiao pulled the trigger, the bullet flew out and hit the bullseye.

A hint of surprise flashed in Chu Xingyao's eyes. She hadn't expected Jun Jiuxiao to perform so well on his first time using a sniper rifle.

She walked up to him, her tone full of praise: "Yaochen, you're amazing. You're so good at using a gun on your first try."

Her voice was gentle, yet carried a domineering pride.

A confident smile appeared on Jun Jiuxiao's face; he felt Chu Xingyao's affirmation and encouragement.

A warm feeling welled up in Jun Jiuxiao's heart; Chu Xingyao's praise was more precious than any reward.

His mind replayed Chu Xingyao's standard and elegant shooting posture just now, every detail was deeply imprinted in his heart.

He made a slight adjustment, took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger again. With a whooshing sound, the bullet hit the bullseye precisely.

Chu Xingyao was astonished; her eyes widened in disbelief.

"Yaochen, you're amazing! You hit the bullseye on your second try."

At this moment, the atmosphere on the training ground became even more enthusiastic. Chu Xingyao's face blossomed into a bright smile, her joy overflowing.

Chu Xingyao's gaze swept across the weapon rack again, her fingers lightly tracing the cold metal surface before finally settling on a row of rifles. She

His voice carried a hint of command, yet it retained a patient, educational quality:

"These are rifles. They have a longer range and greater power than pistols and are suitable for a variety of situations on the battlefield."

As she spoke, she picked up a rifle and demonstrated its structure and features. Her movements were fluid and powerful, and every detail revealed her profound understanding and mastery of these weapons.

Then she turned to the pistol area, her fingers lightly touching the various pistols, as if she were having a silent conversation with them.

“Pistols,” she continued, “are excellent weapons in close combat; they are portable and quick to react.”

She picked up a pistol and simulated the action of quickly drawing and firing it. Her eyes were firm, and every movement revealed her respect and proficiency with the weapon.

When Chu Xingyao's hand touched the Desert Eagle, a hint of fervor and affection flashed in her eyes, an emotion that made Jun Jiuxiao sense her special feelings for the gun.

She gently stroked the gun, with an appreciation for its power and beauty. "This Desert Eagle," her voice was low, with an undisguised pride, "is incredibly powerful and my favorite handgun."

The Desert Eagle in her hand, renowned for its unique weight and power, is the king of handguns.