The three of them walked through the long corridor to the shooting range located in the basement of the police station.
Fortunately, due to the specificity and privileges of the directly affiliated department, after Wood exchanged a few tough sentences, they were still able to use the shooting range. But listening to the old police officer managing the range complain as he opened the door, ordinary police officers had been completely suspended from using it, and couldn't even request guns for patrol.
"Didn't they say they were homemade guns?" Alex was a bit confused about why they had to do this as he walked into the shooting range thick with the smell of gunpowder. "Logically speaking, since it's determined to be homemade guns, why restrict police from using official guns?"
