Chapitre 407: Chapter 407 Flag Ceremony

Hera gripped the Glock 19 in her hand, pleasantly surprised by how well it fit. It was lighter than she'd expected, but her mind wandered to the magnum and Desert Eagle she'd seen in movies—those hefty, powerful guns that looked so cool and commanding. She couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to wield one of those.

She glanced back at Zhane with pitiful eyes, blinking rapidly in hopes of softening him up. But Zhane only chuckled, ruffling her hair once more. "You've got to get comfortable holding the gun before jumping to level five. Everyone starts at zero," he said with a shrug. Then, with a reassuring smile, he adjusted her posture, unlocked the gun, and gently guided her hand into position.