"Hey! Your gun!" Chen Mo said as he walked up to the mercenary whose gun he had taken.
Of course, he had been swift and decisive when taking the gun, but when returning it, he naturally had to wear a broad smile.
"Ha! Monroe, you should keep this gun. Just let me use your Sniper Rifle instead. The Barrett should be able to show its true potential in your hands. It would be wasted with me."
This mercenary was named Qiao. Chen Mo knew his name, though they had never really spoken before. At that moment, he pointed at the ordinary Sniper Rifle slung across Chen Mo's back.
"This...!" Chen Mo frowned. He felt that carrying this gun might instantly transform him from a deadweight team member into an elite team member, and that was not a good development.
Although he occasionally showed a burst of ability, everything depended on preserving his deadweight identity. As long as he could maintain it and muddle through until the end to get what he was supposed to get, that would count as success.
If he carried such a powerful Sniper Rifle now, wouldn't he have to step up whenever danger arose later? No, he had to refuse!
"What? Monroe, you don't want it?" Qiao was stunned when he saw Chen Mo frowning.
"Qiao! It's not that I don't want it. It's just that I'm not used to this gun, so my performance could become a problem when the time comes."
An outstanding sniper personally fine-tuned every weapon he used. Only then could he handle it with complete ease during use. Once he switched to a new gun that he had not repeatedly adjusted himself, his abilities would definitely decline.
"Monroe, didn't you perform pretty well just now? You hit the war elephant's eyes