106 : A gun for her

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Standing at the firing range, the atmosphere was heavy with the scent of gunpowder and the echo of distant shots. Dressed in a black leather jacket, hair neatly tied in a ponytail, she held the firearm firmly, a sleek black pistol. Her focus was unmatched as she made each shot with her feet shoulder-width apart.

"That was a great shot," a man said as he approached her with a small cart holding a few new firearms. "Test these ones out," he said.

"Sure," she said with a smile. Without wasting much time, she dropped her pistol and took one of the new guns.

"Oh, this looks smooth," she said as she inspected it briefly before loading it. She resumed her position, her feet firm, and raised the revolver. She made some powerful shots, each bullet hitting the target without a fail

"Not bad," she muttered with a smirk as she lowered the revolver and picked up a semi-automatic rifle from the batch. She positioned herself again and squeezed the trigger, sending a flurry of shots st