When Sofia and Arthur came to the shooting range, Carl had just finished all the bullets in his handgun. At his feet, there scattered countless empty magazines.
"Carl!" Seeing Carl's pale face, Sofia shouted, feeling a little worried.
Hearing her call, Carl slowly put down the handgun. After shooting for a long time, his arms had already become sore and numb. At first, his arms would tremble in pain, but now he seemed to have lost all sensation in his arms.
With difficulty, Carl wiped the sweat off his face and smiled bitterly at Sofia and Arthur.
"Why are you here? Hasn't Clark asked you to practice by yourselves this afternoon?"
Sofia, rolling her eyes, pointed at the sky and asked with some amusement, "See? Do you still think it's afternoon?"
Carl looked up and found that it was a
