What Jiang Yan Hai said was as sincere as it could get. The hostility between them had eased considerably after his words, and the eight members of Blade felt much better. Some things were fine once they were laid out in the open.
Just like Jiang Yan Hai had said, they were all soldiers, all comrades. There was nothing they could not talk through.
"Captain Jiang..." Hu Tian spoke up.
"Just call me by my codename." Jiang Yan Hai smiled and cut him off.
"All right, Haidongqing. You said it yourself—we're not really suspicious. It's just that we've never worked together, so we naturally don't understand each other. You're a soldier too. You should know that on the battlefield, if you don't understand your comrades, sometimes it's not as simple as a mission failing." Hu Tian spoke bluntly.
"I know." Jiang Yan Hai nodded.
"So, we need to give each other trust. This kind of trust doesn't need to be much." Jiang Yan Hai smiled. "We can build deeper trust in battle."
"He Da Hu, right? Do you mind if I borrow the rifle in your hands?" Jiang Yan Hai asked one of the team members with a smile.
The moment Jiang Yan Hai said that, everyone understood what he meant. He was obviously planning to show them his marksmanship.
However... they all knew there was something unusual about the Assault Rifle in He Da Hu's hands. In fact, many Special Forces soldiers had this habit: the rifles they used regularly had all been personally tuned.
In other words, with a normal rifle, if you aimed and fired properly, you could hit the target accurately. But He Da Hu's rifle would not work that way.
He had personally adjusted the rifle's trajectory and scope. If an enemy picked up this