Han Fei took two steps in one and quickly strode up to Pangnini, grabbing the M250.
"You've got pretty good stamina, kid."
Seeing this, Pangnini gave Han Fei a rare compliment. "This gun is heavy as hell. Without some strength, you really can't handle a big guy like this."
Han Fei's skin was thick. Not only did he refuse to be modest, he immediately replied, "Of course. I'm in great shape."
"Shoo, shoo. Cut the useless talk."
Pangnini waved him off disdainfully. "Take a look. The attachments on your gun are all cheap junk. I threw in two more for you. See if you can get used to them. If not, I'll switch them back."
"Hold on, let me take a look."
Han Fei pretended to inspect the M250, but he was actually opening his backpack and selecting the weapon.
The M250, which had previously been entirely green apart from its scope and riser, now had blue front and rear grips.
The front grip had become a folding grip, while the rear grip was listed as a Marksman D-2.
"Holy crap, thanks, Master!"
There was no reason for Han Fei to turn down free attachments, especially when both grips had pretty good stats.
Though neither added recoil control and instead added weapon stability, stability was an extremely important stat in Delta Force. Before reaching the threshold, one point of stability was more valuable than one point of recoil control.
Pangnini adjusted his glasses. "Aren't you going to test it?"
"No, no need."
Han Fei waved his hands repeatedly. Pangnini's shooting range was not like Delta Force's, where ammunition was unlimited and he could spray bullets however he liked. If he tested the gun here, he would have to pay for the bullets himself.
He had already spent thirty rounds. He