Shen Mochen and Liu Chaoyan equipped their radios and left the node dormitory, walking about two hundred meters to a desolate little village in front of them.
This place had been in ruins for many years—maybe ten, maybe twenty… Thick wild grass came up to their shins, and many of the stone houses had collapsed, with the occasional wooden window frame pinning a few tattered, yellowed newspapers.
"Let's just play here, walking too far could be more dangerous," Liu Chaoyan said, handing a gun to Shen Mochen with a light smile.
"Okay," Shen Mochen took the pistol, heavy in his hand.
Lui Chaoyan, holding her gun, said, "Actually, many people undergo a few days of official training before joining Buque, which includes using firearms. But lately, the training has been reduced to simple scientific guidance... Anyway, less chatter. Before using firearms, I must emphasize, never point the muzzle at anyone, at any time! Remember that, Classmate Shen!"
