"Wow, this gun is amazing, wow, this gun is so great, wow-wow, the precision is too good! Wow..."
"Shut up! Are you pretending to be an ambulance? Stop with the ridiculous wow-wow!"
Gao Guang was the one who snapped, annoyed by John's ceaseless exclamations that were attracting strange looks from everyone shooting at the range.
"Wow! This gun really is the best, top of the production line, the peak of mass-produced firearms, unbeatable really, a true testament to the Sig Sauer's special custom selection experimental gun!"
John emphasized the last few words, prompting the nearby plump shooter to take off his earmuffs, looking curious. "A selection experimental gun? Dude, you're joking, right? Selection testing... wow! M17?!"
"It's the MH17, pal, look closely, we've got both prototypes here, the M17 and M18."
The plump man stared intently for a while and then asked curiously, "Shouldn't it be sand-colored?"