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... nfire echoing through the shooting range, the white clay targets fluttering in the air were successively pierced and fell to the ground one after another.
Lin Qing stopped walking, returned the empty-chambered black pistol to its holster, and removed his shooting glasses and earplugs, waiting for the shooting instructor to pick up all the targets.
"Lin Qing."
In a little while, a young woman with a high ponytail, wearing a jacket and a cropped tank top, hurried over with ...
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