Afterward, the collective trial firing of the percussion cap guns by the police school instructors began.After trying out the new guns, everyone appeared incredibly excited. They knew what it meant to have the shooting speed increased by three to four seconds.Joseph himself also fired a few shots and just felt a huge recoil; the butt of the gun made his shoulder sore. Moreover, in terms of loading speed, even Louis XVI was streets ahead of him.Well, as for the Crown Prince, his strength lay in his intellect; firing guns was a task best left to Kesode.Soon, Principal Frient discovered another advantage of the percussion cap gun, "I feel that this gun has greater firepower than the 1776 model."Joseph nodded inwardly, as no leaking from the ignition chamber meant more of the explosive force of the gunpowder was acting on the bullet, definitely increasing the firepower.An instructor standing by nodded, "I feel it too. Moreover, this gun doesn't spray gunpowder smoke in your face whe

JOHN'S POVI wake before dawn, the meeting with Dr. Vance sitting heavy in my chest like a stone I can't dislodge.The pre-dawn darkness feels oppressive as I lie there staring at the ceiling, watching the shadows gradually lighten as morning approaches. Sleep never really came last night, just restless half-consciousness filled with anxious speculation about what Dr. Vance wants.I go through my morning routine without really going through it, each action performed on autopilot while my mind stays locked on eight AM. Shower. Dress. Check the message again to confirm the time and room, even though I've memorized both.Conference Room A. Eight o'clock.Breakfast passes in a blur of food I don't taste and conversation I barely register. My team talks around me but I contribute almost nothing, just nod occasionally when it seems appropriate.I notice Rachel across the dining hall, surrounded as always by people from prominent families. She's listening to someone talk but her attention se