Weng Lianggong led Song He down the corridor, showing him around as they went.
The entire first floor had been divided into different areas: the pistol range, rifle range, shotgun target range, and so on. Many shooters were busy firing away, testing the guns' performance.
At civilian commercial shooting ranges, a suspended chain was often attached to the firing port to secure the gun and prevent anyone from taking it down and accidentally firing while walking around. There would also be an instructor standing behind the shooter to supervise their posture.
But the access here was clearly much higher. Aside from the shooter being in a transparent little room, there were no other safety measures. The shooters were all busy with their own work. Some were even yawning and slacking off, but when they saw Weng Lianggong, they hurriedly raised their guns and got back to work.
"The people testing the guns are so young!" Song He shouted. "There isn't a single old man!"
"They're all from the Youth Class! High school students!" Weng Lianggong shouted back. "Designing and testing guns is relatively simple, so we let them gain some experience. It's a way to build their foundations!"
Song He secretly clicked his tongue. These young people's intelligence had to be astonishing if they were already working in scientific research during high school!
Then Song He thought about it, and his expression turned strange. I'm a high school student too...
After touring the first floor, they headed straight for the second.
The second floor was much more spacious. A round table was covered with laptops, while many youthful, inexperienced-looking researchers sat upright and worked busily, the sounds of mice clicking rising and falling.
A glass wall stood in the distance. Behind it lay a vast shooting range, with numerous targets