King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 1025 - 914 Target Kinshasa_2

This thing doesn’t feel as exciting as a video game when you’re not on the front lines and only seeing it from a drone’s perspective, but the cost is absolutely outrageous.

When the third F-16 took off, Joe Ga left his study, went to the gun room to grab a few modified sport pistols, and pulled Nis and Kitten along to the shooting range for some fun.

The young girl Adel declined Tong Tong’s invitation to go out and "play spooky," lent her long-coveted angel costume to Briella, and grabbed her pistol to catch up with Boss Joe and the others...

Qiao Liang didn’t join Tong Tong in the commotion either. He pulled Phil and Rick—the two little black kids—aside, instructing them to take good care of Tong Tong and the others before following Boss Joe to the shooting range himself.

Joe Ga only intended to have some casual fun with Nis and Kitten; he didn’t expect Adel and Qiao Liang to tag along as well...

He carefully placed noise-canceling earmuffs on Nis and handed her a .22 sport pistol. Then, raising his eyebrows challengingly at ’Kitten,’ he triggered her competitive streak before starting his game.

The estate only had a handgun shooting range, with the farthest target set at 30 meters.

Just as Joe Ga decided to give the two ladies a few seconds head start and still beat them with his faster speed, he heard a sound from the side that perfectly matched his shooting rhythm. Soon, the 30-meter iron target began ringing with a series of "clang, clang, clang" noises...

Nis had never been particularly good with a pistol. She steadily pulled the trigger and hit the target, then turned curiously to glance at Joe Ga as he observed her. Smiling, she reached out to pluck his earplug out and leaned in to say, "Adel’s been training all along—and she’s been doing it your way.

I haven’t really taught her much, but it’s like she just found her groove!

Make sure to praise her later; she’s always looked up to you as her goal!"

’Kitten’ emptied one magazine, only to find that Boss Joe had simply glanced at the target before turning sideways and unloading all his M9 rounds directly onto the target...

Frustrated, she lowered the Glock in her hand and gave Boss Joe a light punch to the chest. Then, stepping out of the shooting position, she watched Adel shoot targets in a rhythm strikingly similar to Boss Joe’s...

Adel was only eight years old. The pink .22 sport pistol she held had very little recoil, but her wrist still trembled slightly with each shot.

Yet that tremor did nothing to affect her accuracy. Her wrist seemed almost spring-loaded—though not particularly strong, it always snapped back to the original position, allowing her finger to pull the trigger at just the right moment.

It was a natural, gun-centric rhythm. It seemed illogically fast, but her accuracy was astonishingly high.

Adel fired four magazines—60 rounds in total—before stopping. A faint sheen of sweat appeared on her forehead as she checked the chamber, removed the magazine, and stepped away from the shooting position.

Joe Ga looked at Adel’s flushed cheeks, walked over, bumped fists with her, and then stood in her shooting position to carefully examine the target.

And then he noticed with amazement: the bullet holes were clustered almost entirely within the five-ring zone.

For an eight-year-old child, even for a professional soldier, achieving this level of performance at a 30-meter target wasn’t easy. And Adel had done it quickly.

Joe Ga gazed at Adel’s expectant expression. He reached out, ruffled the little girl’s head, crouched down to hug her, and said with a smile, "Amazing. You’re way better than I ever expected.

When I was your age, I didn’t have half your skill!"

Adel’s cheeks flushed a deeper red. She bashfully lowered her head and said softly, "No, you’re the best!

I want to be like you. That way, I can protect Gino, protect Nis..."

She paused, lowered her head again, and was silent for a few seconds. Then, timidly lifting her gaze to look at the smiling Joe Ga, she hesitated, took a deep breath, and mustered her courage to say, "I... I’ve already forgotten what my dad looked like. Can I... can I call you ’Dad’?

Nis told me to call her Mom, but she said you hadn’t made up your mind yet...

So, can I, can I call you..."

Joe Ga froze. When Nis decided to adopt Adel, he hadn’t really figured out how to handle having two kids. At the time, he’d just thought having two kids wouldn’t be too much trouble...

Gino had always called him "Boss," and after a while, Joe Ga just let him be.

But now, Adel suddenly wanting to call him "Dad" caught Joe Ga off guard.

The young girl’s insecurity about her identity and her longing for a complete family were exceptionally evident.

Joe Ga understood all too well that practicing shooting was an incredibly monotonous task.

This girl had pushed herself to this level, enduring hardships that most people couldn’t even imagine.

And she had done it all just to earn Boss Joe’s approval...

Joe Ga watched as the light of anticipation in Adel’s eyes faded with his silence, and she began to slowly lower her head. He shook his head with a smile, gently pulling the little girl into his arms, and said with a laugh, "I thought you held a grudge against me, or weren’t comfortable, so you didn’t want to call me ’Dad.’

I was just so surprised just now that I froze for a second. You’ll forgive me for that, right?"

As he spoke, Joe Ga reached out to pick up the pink sport pistol from the table, racking the slide with one hand. After inspecting it carefully, he said to Adel with a smile, "This was the gun I gave you in Los Angeles. You’ve grown so fast that it’s going to be too small for you soon."