"Glock! Glock 17! You can use my gun!"
The very excited lady pulled out a handgun from her waist, which had a powerful look with a pink sleeve and several red heart-shaped targets on the grip, and it was even studded with diamonds.
Shooting with a pink gun would have been quite a scene, too wonderful for Gao Yang to imagine, so he did not accept the fan's handgun. Instead, he graciously smiled and then shouted to Jack, "Hey, buddy, do we have a Glock 17?"
Jack shrugged his shoulders to indicate they did not, even though the gun Jack was using was a Glock 21, he didn't bring a Glock 17.
Just then, someone shouted loudly, "We have one!"
A few people squeezed their way out of the crowd, all dressed in uniforms adorned with the large Glock logo; evidently, they were from the Glock Shooting Team, organized by the Glock Manufacturer as a professional shooting team.
"Mr. Gao, you can use our gun, a new gun, but finely tuned."
