America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Sieg sternly criticized: "Don’t start shooting as soon as you see someone, you’re overreacting! Acting like an amateur! Completely unqualified! If you did this in the military, you would definitely be eliminated and discharged. Looks like I need to put you through some special training."

Allen Zhang had nothing to say, as he really wasn’t a professional, and his Shooting Skill was indeed that of a beginner; he only knew how to pull the trigger.

You ask him to fight someone in a street brawl, he’s fine with that, but when it comes to shooting, he can’t help but want to empty his magazine and kill the other guy the moment he faces him, can’t control anything else.

There was a shotgun on the other side! And it was a Black person! If I don’t shoot first to gain the upper hand, am I supposed to wait and die?

I figured since I’ve chosen to shoot, why should I leave him any bullets?

Because I’m kind?

"There’s something fishy about this room!!" After subduing the two men, Sieg immediately smelled a chemical stench upon entering the room.

Allen Zhang was also familiar with the scent, walked over and lifted the black thermal insulating plastic sheet, and discovered legitimate beakers and various glass vessels, with blue liquid inside as well as multicolored ones, the pungent odor coming from them.