Beijing.
Nankou Town.
Northern International Shooting Range.
10 a.m.
Tang Qing and his group arrived here in Beijing, where there aren't many places to shoot, this one is the largest open to the general public, belonging to the Huaxia Weapons Industry's 208th Research Institute.
Thanks to Chai Ren's connections.
It wouldn't be difficult to go to the base for shooting.
However.
The projects here are more geared towards entertainment.
Relatively speaking.
The experience is better. Whatever other places have, this one has it too. As soon as they got off the car, five or six people came over, the leader had a notably burly figure, and the others exuded an elite aura as well.
Tang Qing squinted.
Instantly.
The information of the several individuals appeared before his eyes.
I must say.
