King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 1027 - 915: Women and Guns

Joe’s shooting entertainment lasted the entire afternoon...

He squeezed in the time to ’customize’ a modified AR-15 rifle for Adel that fired .22-caliber rounds, then began teaching her how to use the rifle.

To Joe Ga’s surprise, it turned out Adel had a natural talent for rifle shooting as well.

She possessed an innate ability to negate recoil effortlessly—an inherent gift. As long as the gun was functioning properly, people with this talent could easily hit their targets.

This left the shooting novice Qiao Liang feeling rather disheartened...

Handguns were one thing—Adel had practiced with them for quite a long time, while Qiao Liang had barely handled firearms.

But rifles? Adel hadn’t used those before either, yet Qiao Liang still couldn’t outperform her. This pricked his pride a little.

Joe Ga understood his younger brother’s personality. This guy had been a quiet, reserved type since he was a kid, always keeping any problems bottled up inside.

Seeing him imitate the stance he’d learned from TV, holding the HK416 and firing shot after shot at the 30-meter target, it seemed he wanted to rely on his own efforts to get a grasp of things...

Joe Ga reached out to tussle Adel’s hair, telling the excited young girl to take a break, then dragged a chair over and kicked it to the spot behind Qiao Liang...

"Try sitting down..."

As he spoke, Joe Ga picked up two bricks from the ground, wrapped one in a towel, and placed it on the shooting station’s table. Smiling, he said, "Rest the muzzle on top, find the posture that feels most comfortable to you...

Normally, instructors would start by teaching people how to hold the gun, but in our family, that’s not the norm. I’m not professionally trained either. I honed my instincts through sheer firepower.

Find the posture you feel most comfortable in first, then start shooting to familiarize yourself with the gun in your hands. Keep refining until you discover the perfect posture and rhythm. Only then worry about hitting the target.

This thing is like finding a girlfriend—you need to adapt to her...

Sometimes you’ll need to compromise, and sometimes she’ll need to accommodate you.

But since you’re the one in control here, you first need to pinpoint the posture that suits you best, then immerse yourself in feeling it out. If it feels off, adjust.

Adjust yourself first, and try to adapt to it without losing your focus.

If that doesn’t work, start tweaking it instead...

If that still doesn’t help, well, you might need to start looking for another gun."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Liang couldn’t help but glance sideways at Nis, who seemed poised and graceful nearby, and then at the fiery and alluring Kitten. His gaze toward his older brother shifted slightly... frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Chuckling, Joe Ga playfully slapped the back of Qiao Liang’s neck and bantered, "I was just making a comparison, why’re your eyes wandering everywhere?"

Qiao Liang laughed, rested the rifle on the towel-wrapped brick, and began adjusting it, saying cheerfully, "Bro, your comparison isn’t exactly wholesome.

I’ve seen special forces instructors on TV say you can’t expect the gun to adapt to you—it’s the shooter who should adapt to the gun.

But I think what you’re doing is spot on!"

Joe Ga grinned and said, "That’s the philosophy of poor guys. I’m a gun god; how’s it the same?

If you ever visit Florida in America again, take the time to check out the private ranges there.

There are plenty of gun enthusiasts, but the way rich people and poor people play is completely different.

Still, there’s one essential principle: you have to pick a gun that works for you!

The thing is, guns themselves have unique temperaments, and some traits are ingrained from birth—they don’t change no matter how much you modify them.

Those parts are what we must adapt to and even come to appreciate. If you can’t manage that and force the issue, you’ll never achieve top-notch shooting skills in your lifetime."

Joe Ga patted Qiao Liang’s shoulder and smiled, "I think you’ve already found your rhythm, and you’re adapting nicely. Next up, focus on cherishing it and drawing out its unique brilliance.

Don’t worry about what others say or think—that’s your own business!"

Qiao Liang knew his older brother was talking about Tong Tong. As he continued adjusting his posture, he smiled and said, "I think so too..."

With that, Qiao Liang gently squeezed the trigger, and a crisp "clang" rang out from the target nearby...

Watching Qiao Liang’s excitement, Joe Ga said with a smile, "See, once you’ve found the rhythm, everything changes. Keep going—later I’ll take you to check out the boat...

You need to give me the inventory list of supplies that recently arrived at Kinshasa port; I need to figure out how much transport capacity to allocate."

Instead of replying immediately, Qiao Liang pulled the trigger again...

With another ringing "clang," he turned toward Joe Ga and said, "Bro, seems like it’s not that hard after all..."

Joe Ga burst out laughing and said, "Nonsense. This rifle could trade hands for a nice car among experts—it’s your poor technique that’s been the problem all along.

You’re an engineering guy, so try switching up your stances later and experimenting. Record the feel of the shoot, and then I’ll customize you an absolute top-tier gun so that you can aim for even farther targets."

The two brothers were speaking in Mandarin, completely confusing Kitten, who muttered in mild irritation, "Hey, say something I can understand..."

Grinning, Qiao Liang switched to English and said, "My brother says he’s a ’gun god’ and can land shots with any weapon..."

Hearing his brother’s playful jab implying he was a rake, Joe Ga laughed, scolded him, then got up and threw an arm around Kitten’s waist, grinning as he said, "Well, I do believe that’s true, right?"

Turning to Adel who was nodding vigorously, he blinked and said, "When you grow up and there’s a boy trying to court you, bring him home to meet Dad. I’ll give him a tour of my armory, and check if he’s up to scratch!"

Adel nodded cluelessly, then giggled as she dragged over a chair and, mimicking Qiao Liang’s posture, started shooting at the nearby targets with the same rhythm...

Every time Qiao Liang’s target rang out, Adel’s target inevitably followed suit.

If Qiao Liang missed, Adel would cheekily fire a shot to make his target ring, then flash a mischievous grin at her uncle.

Such little pranks from a child were typically for attracting the adults’ attention...

When Qiao Liang emptied a magazine and confirmed it was done, he mischievously charged toward Adel, scaring her into a chaotic run off the range while screaming and yelling. The uncle-and-niece bond warmed quickly...

Nis, however, had a natural deficiency in this area—her overly ’composed’ demeanor often caused her to miss out on such opportunities.

Nevertheless, Joe Ga didn’t mind. His woman was his woman. He’d cherish her as his own. While he’d failed to realize this before, now that he’d accepted Adel as his daughter, he could help make up for Nis’s shortcomings.

Moreover, he trusted Dr. Yang’s words—when people face their biological children, they naturally undergo changes and come to understand many emotions and matters they couldn’t grasp before.

As the group played and chatted, Danbao walked over with its head hanging dejectedly...

The elephant, now a full-fledged ’big guy,’ rested its chin on Joe Ga’s shoulder and let out a woeful cry...

Joe Ga rubbed Danbao’s ear and glanced at Ayu and the intelligent leopard striding up nearby, then laughed and said, "You, a fully-grown elephant, can’t even beat Miss Leopard and dare to whine?"

It wasn’t clear if Danbao understood this, but the elephant curled its trunk around Joe Ga’s waist, rocked its head, and shoved him forward while hiding behind him. It kept prodding his shoulder with its trunk...

The implied meaning: "Boss, you’ve got to back me up."

Laughing heartily, Joe Ga tugged at Danbao’s trunk and said, "We’re all children of the wild—debts have to be settled on your own. Running to your parents when trouble hits? How silly..."

Then he turned his gaze toward the perpetually lazy leopard, crouched down, and cupped the big cat’s face with both hands, rubbing it vigorously. Smiling at Ayu, he asked, "What brings you here?"

Ayu first gave Nis a hug, then turned to her boss and said, "Boss, Danbao scared Simba off just moments ago, so I’ve been searching for him..."

"Who’s Simba?"

Just as Joe Ga finished asking, his peripheral vision spotted a dog-sized Little Lion crawling forward stealthily toward Danbao.

As the Little Lion got one step closer, it leaped up with a growl and swiped its front paws at Danbao’s back leg, scratching off bits of skin.

When Danbao didn’t respond, the Little Lion huffed angrily and chomped down on Danbao’s hind leg. But Danbao simply flicked it away, sending it rolling several times...

The offended Little Lion scrambled back up, bared its teeth in fake bravado, and realized Danbao wasn’t paying attention to it at all. Feeling defeated, it trotted over to Nis’s side...

It raised both its front paws to rest on Nis’s thighs, then patted her belly with its chubby paw pads. After letting out a pitiful whimper, it buried its face against her legs, hugging one and sulking...

The interactions between these animals were fascinating, but Joe could barely make sense of them...

Ayu approached Nis, bent down to pick up the playful cub, and said with a grin to Joe Ga, "Boss, Simba needs training; otherwise, he might forget how to hunt.

His father, Arthur, is the most formidable Lion King in Ndele. If trained well, Simba could protect our Little Prince."

There was no way Joe Ga was letting a lion anywhere near his son, but this wasn’t the time to dampen Ayu’s spirits.

This African goddess seemed to possess an extraordinary ability to tame animals. Maybe she really could teach them to be amicable toward his child—who knows?

Joe Ga reached out to scratch the Little Lion’s belly but chuckled when it playfully bared its teeth at him. He said with a smirk, "I heard animals become a bit gentler after sterilization...

If you keep showing me those teeth, I might just snip you. After all, I’m a vet!"

Perhaps it was Joe Ga’s overly sinister expression, but the Little Lion seemed startled, letting out a high-pitched yelp and curling its limbs submissively.

Seeing his imposing presence had overwhelmed the cub, Joe Ga nodded in satisfaction, then turned to Ayu and said, "King Kong, make preparations. The day after tomorrow, you’ll join me on an expedition to Kinshasa..."

Ayu instinctively straightened up and said, "Boss, are you planning to bring an end to Congo’s unrest?"