The shots were deafening. The Shenwu assault rifle roared like an enraged beast. Bullets shot from the muzzle, and some hit the target at 300 metres while some went wide. 

It wasn’t just the military representatives who saw the vast difference between the Hanwu Weapons Shenwu rifle and the Thunder Horse Military Factory Gust rifle – the purchasers and onlookers could see it too. More importantly, the longer the the Shenwu rifle kept firing, the worse its shaking got. It completely missed before it had got to the end of 500 rounds, and couldn’t hit the target at 300 metres anymore. 

“What’s going on? What’s going on!” Ye Kun saw the problem, and he turned ashen. His forehead was beaded with sweat. 

“Kun, didn’t you say there were no problems? You said there were no problems!” Mu Jianfeng said angrily, “Is this what you meant when you said there were no problems?” 

“Teacher, I… It’s the same drawings. Why is there such a big difference between the guns which were produced? I don’t get it, but I don’t...