It was chilly.
"Begin!"
Dallion Collins's voice rang out sharply in the still and vast world.
It drifted leisurely into the ears.
The hand resting on the box containing gun parts almost simultaneously sprang into action.
Opening the box, one would first touch the parts, arranging them by memory into their respective categories.
Three types of guns.
Sniper rifle, rifle, handgun.
After spending a long time dealing with guns, Flossie Wright knew every type and model of part inside out.
While others were still fumbling, Flossie had already sorted them at the fastest speed and immediately began to assemble them quickly.
Even with a blindfold on, her speed was dazzling, as if her visibility was clear once more.
"Is that for real?"
Observing Flossie's situation, Joshua Bailey showed a surprised look and raised his eyebrows to Dallion.
Glancing sideways at him, Dallion confidently said, "There won't be any problem with the blindfold."
"..."
