Cultivating through increasing my stats in America

The men present could hardly take their eyes off, and Javell was no exception.

This sensation was like bringing a hero-level weapon from the game CrossFire into reality.

The manager explained it was a collectible gun given to the owner by a friend recently and was only taken out today because Javell had come over.

Javell, eager to give it a try, took the gun into his hands, scrutinizing its structure and the patterns on it.

However, after he excitedly placed the gun down, Li Ang threw cold water on his eagerness.

"Javell, have you forgotten the scene when you just used that machine gun? The M82A1 anti-materiel sniper rifle uses the same type of 12.7mm bullets, and due to the lighter weight of the gun body and tripod, the recoil will only be stronger. You should consider whether your body can endure it."

Li Ang had no other intentions; his main concern was Javell’s slender figure, weighing barely over ninety pounds. It wouldn’t be worth it to harm his body just for the sake of shooting guns, and if he really wanted to try, he could totally go for some lighter sniper rifles instead.

Chris nodded after hearing this; although heavy firearms were alluring, they were not for everyone to handle.

Indeed, it was a suffering for those not strong enough to handle such weapons.

Hearing this, Javell hesitated. Even now, he was still in pain where the stock of the gun had hit him, a sensation no different from being pounded by a fist.