The instructor expressionlessly produced a special training bullet. The tip was made of soft, dark-red rubber, through which a color-yielding paste could faintly be seen packed inside. "Low charge, low recoil. Hitting the target leaves a clear stain, making it easy to spot your mistakes. Safe," he explained concisely, pressing the bullet into the magazine and chambering a round with a fluidity that was almost cruel.
Jingyi took a deep breath, fighting to calm her racing heart, and raised the gun once more, aiming at the blurry target in the distance. Three points aligned in a straight line... Her arms ached from the continuous strain. Pre-pressing the trigger... Her fingertips could feel the pent-up power of the cold metal spring, poised and ready.
"Bang—!"
Chapter 168