Ma Chunxin carefully examined the air rifle in his hands.
It was heavy and solidly built. The air cylinder was sizable. It wasn't magazine-fed; it was a side-lever, single-shot loader.
Meaning you had to load one pellet for every shot you fired.
The rate of fire was slow, but its advantage was high accuracy. The air cylinder could be fully pressurized, giving it a lot of power.
From what Ma Chunxin knew, an air rifle like this, paired with a scope, could rival a sniper rifle in accuracy within 50 meters, with a muzzle energy easily exceeding 500 joules.
It was only because the lead pellets were soft that it couldn't be compared to a real firearm.
But it still had considerable lethal force and was, without a doubt, contraband.
Snapping back to reality, Ma Chunxin quickly asked, "Shen Xin, you said he fired it. What did he hit?"
Shen Xin pointed to the car nearby. "It hit the car window."
