Vincent nodded and quickly loaded all the bullets into the gun, then handed it to Katelyn.
“This pistol is compact, with an effective range of about thirty meters. It holds a maximum of six bullets, but you can carry a spare magazine if needed.”
Katelyn took the gun from him, inspecting it with curiosity. She could feel the weight of the gun noticeably increase once the bullets were loaded.
Across from them, several shooters were practicing on a series of targets set at varying distances—ten meters, twenty meters, and even as far as two hundred meters. Each target had ten rings, with a small red dot marking the bull’s-eye in the center.
Katelyn squinted one eye and stretched out her arms, carefully aiming at the target, just like the others around her. She squeezed the trigger with confidence, but nothing happened.
Perplexed, she looked down at the gun, then turned to Vincent.
“Is this gun broken?” she asked.
Vincent stepped closer with a small smile and explained calmly, “You forgot to disengage the safety. You have to do that before firing. It’s a design feature to protect the shooter.”
As he spoke, Vincent demonstrated in detail how to disengage the safety mechanism.
Katelyn carefully mimicked his movements.
Just as she raised her hands again to take another shot, Vincent suddenly placed something over her ears.
She realized they were earmuffs.
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“These are soundproof earmuffs, meant for beginners. Guns can produce a loud noise when fired, and the impact can damage your eardrums.”
He paused for a moment before adding, “Once you get more accustomed to it, you won’t need them anymore.”
At that moment, Katelyn felt like a student on her first day of school, absorbing everything Vincent was teaching her as brand-new information.
She smiled and replied, “Alright, got it.”
No sooner had she spoken than her attention was drawn to a sniper rifle resting in the corner.
“Can I try out all the guns here?” she asked, her eyes still fixed on the sniper rifle.
Vincent followed her gaze and noticed the rifle. It appeared to have been untouched for quite some time, a thin layer of dust settled on its surface. He picked it up, wiped away the dust, and adjusted the scope carefully.
“This type of gun has pretty strong recoil when you fire it,” he warned.
Katelyn took the rifle from him. Its weight was several times more than the pistol, catching her by surprise. She nearly dropped it but quickly regained her grip and adjusted her stance.
Vincent, always attentive, set up an auxiliary shooting frame in front of her. This frame was designed to help stabilize and aim with sniper rifles.
Katelyn took a deep breath, placed the rifle on the frame, and focused through the scope, aligning it with the small red dot.
Just as she was about to pull the trigger, Vincent moved behind her, his body gently pressing against her back, offering a steadying presence.
Her body tensed at once, and she could catch the subtle scent of mint and tobacco from Vincent, enveloping her senses.
Though he hadn’t done anything inappropriate, the closeness of his actions made her cheeks flush. With his arms around her, he guided her hands, helping her steady the rifle and press the trigger.
“Don’t get distracted. Keep your eyes on the target. Picture it as your enemy. You only have one shot, so make it count,” he instructed, his voice serious.
Vincent glanced at her face, noticing the flush spreading across her cheeks, the redness creeping up to her ears. He chuckled softly, as if amused by his discovery.
“What’s the matter? Why is your face so red?” he teased, pretending not to know.
Katelyn’s eyes darted around nervously, and she stammered, “Mr. Adams, I can handle this myself. You’re standing too close.” Read complete version only at f?ndnovel.net
Although they had been this close before, it was during a time when she was injured and unable to care for herself.
Now, however, she was completely alert and aware.
Katelyn felt as though Vincent was guiding her thoughts, drawing her into his orbit.
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