"Presiding Judge, please take a look!"
As the words fell, Zhao Yi fixed his gaze on the gun, and even the defendant, Lv Xiong, lifted that bewildered, skull‑like face of his, those turbid eyes staring at the hunting rifle.
Lv Xiong was already old, and his eyesight could no longer be called good.
But years of hunting experience still allowed him to make out, from the blurry outline, what this thing really was.
And from his perspective, this was without a doubt a gun.
And it was the same brand as that once‑sensational Squirrel‑brand hunting rifle!
Coincidentally, Hu Hua had also been precisely shot in the heart by a bullet from this very firearm, dying at the scene on the spot.
Compared to his own gun, this one... had been maintained far more meticulously!
Yes, it's hard to use the word "meticulous" to describe a gun.
