When Finn Miller saw what Captain Wayne took out, he was stunned. It was a sniper rifle, its body entirely black, with a scope that gleamed white, highlighting its unique nature. Finn was thrilled. He had come that day for Wayne, to become a soldier like Hudson, to wield a sniper rifle, racing through the jungle, chasing mercenaries. It was an unattainable dream.
Finn jumped to his feet and strode over to Captain Wayne. Looking at the sniper rifle, Finn was filled with excitement and fervor. He said to Wayne, "This is for me." Finn couldn't believe it; he knew a border outpost couldn't possibly have such a good weapon—this was a sniper rifle specifically designed for snipers.
"Finn, listen up! To strengthen the security of the border outposts, the regiment has specially equipped them wit
