You're Out Daddy

Chapter 552

It did not seem like he had never seen a gun before.

Dave looked at him and narrowed his eyes.

“Benjamin? Do you know what kind of gun this is?”

“It's a P1A907 made in,” Benjamin responded.

Dave stared at him in surprise. “Didn't you say that you've never seen one before?”

“Mr. Dave, although this gun looks small, it has a strong recoil. It's easy to hurt yourself when using it,

so the gun manufacturers stopped producing it. This gun is a limited edition. How could I have seen

this before?”

“Then, how do you know about it?”

Benjamin smiled. “I told you before. I like guns, so I specially researched them. I can tell you the names

of all the guns here.”

Dave turned around to look at Kenneth before looking at Benjamin again. Without saying a word, he

stood up and took a gun near him. “Then, what's this?”

Benjamin glanced at the gun. “It's a PA903 gun. It's also manufactured in Granatano, but its shooting

range isn't good enough, so they manufactured less of these guns.”

Dave picked up another firearm near him. “What about this?”

“This is a ZB-93 gun manufactured in Jetroina.”

“What about this?”

“A 7.62 mm BM65 rifle.”

Dave was astounded by Benjamin's ability to answer his questions fluently. He picked up a plain-

looking gun and asked Benjamin, “What about this?”

Benjamin narrowed his eyes and stared at it.

He walked over and took it from Dave before inspecting it.

“Why can't you answer me?” Dave asked.

Benjamin raised his head and stared at Dave. “Mr. Dave, this gun looks like it has been modified.

Although there's some wear and tear on it, I can tell that it's an Irushean gun. Am I right?”

Dave was stunned.

Benjamin stared at the silent Dave for a moment before pressing for a reply. “Am I correct, Mr. Dave?”

Dave scrutinized him for a moment before nodding his head. “You're right.”

The corner of Benjamin's lips curved up, and a trace of pride appeared on his face.

“However, Mr. Dave, this gun's modifications are subpar. It is not precise and can't be used in short-

range distances. Yet when shot from a distance, it can be dangerous,” Benjamin said.

Dave narrowed his eyes again. He looked at Kenneth. There was an indescribable emotion in

Kenneth's eyes.

A moment later, Kenneth murmured, “You even noticed that?”

“Yes!”

“How?”

“Well, I don't know how to explain, but I can demonstrate,” Benjamin said.

Demonstrate?

Dave passed the gun to him.

Benjamin stared at him and asked, “Do you want me to modify this?”

“Go ahead and try,” Dave replied.

Benjamin grinned and walked to a table. He took a quick look at the gun before dismantling it.

Kenneth and Dave stood in a corner staring at him. They did not speak, but the same expression was

on their faces.

After Benjamin had dismantled the gun, he examined it for a moment before taking some tools. He

tightened a few bolts and tidied up some loose ends, looking like a child who was playing make-

pretend.

A while later, Benjamin smiled with satisfaction before putting the gun together again. After inspecting

it, he nodded, satisfied, and looked at Dave. “Mr. Dave, it's done. Please try it.”

Dave glanced at Kenneth before walking to the shooting range.

He aimed at a target that was a distance away before shooting twice. Each shot landed in the middle of

the target.

“Mr. Dave, you have great gun skills!” Benjamin exclaimed as he smiled.

Dave looked at Benjamin, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

“What's wrong, Mr. Dave?” Benjamin asked.

Dave stared at him. “Do you remember the time when I told you about your daddy's injury?”

Benjamin nodded. “Yes, I remember!”

“Your father got injured because of this gun. If he did not use it, he would not have been injured by

others.”

When Benjamin heard his words, his gaze landed on his father.

Kenneth walked over and took the gun from Dave. He looked at it and said, “If you didn't mention it, I

would have forgotten about it.”

“You've forgotten about it, but I remember this clearly. I remember the person who modified this gun.

When I meet him again, I'll kill him,” Dave vowed.

Kenneth did not appear to care. He looked at Benjamin with a peculiar glint in his eyes. “When did you

pick up these skills?”

“I...” Benjamin looked at him and hesitated for a moment before continuing to speak. “Daddy, if I told

you that it's a natural talent, will y-you believe me?”

“Yes,” Kenneth replied.

How can I not believe you when things have come to this?

Dave snapped out of his daze and stared at Kenneth before glancing at Benjamin. He said sincerely,

“Kenneth, your son has an extraordinary talent!”

Kenneth glanced at him and appeared to be calm. “There's nothing I can do about it. The effects of

genetics are too strong.”

Although he spoke placidly, a peculiar glint flashed across his eyes.

He was proud of his son.

It was impressive that he had one talented son, Anthony. Yet, Benjamin showed him that he had

amazing skills too.

He did not know why he was so lucky to have such intelligent children. Even as he thought about it, he

found it hard to believe that those were his children.

Dave rolled his eyes after looking at Kenneth. “If you want to laugh, just laugh. I can imagine how

difficult it is to control your laughter just by looking at you!”

Kenneth grinned before walking to his son. “Benjamin, do you want to learn how to use a gun?”

Benjamin's eyes lit up when he heard Kenneth's question. “Can I?”

“Of course!” Kenneth replied.

“I want to learn!” Benjamin exclaimed.

“Choose a gun, and I'll teach you how to use it,” Kenneth said.

Benjamin immediately turned around to pick up a gun. He soon came back with one. “I'll choose this.”

Kenneth looked at the gun and smiled. “You have good taste.”

“Of course.” Benjamin grinned.

“Come on,” Kenneth said.

Benjamin walked into the shooting range as Kenneth looked at him. “Stand with your feet shoulder-

width apart. Support the gun with your left hand and hold the neck of the gun with your right hand. Yes,

just like this. Eyes on the target. Treat it as your enemy. Steady your hands. The steadier your hands

are, the better you'll aim. “

Benjamin aimed at the center of the target under Kenneth's guidance.

“When you have aimed at the target, pull the trigger.”

Just as Kenneth completed his sentence, Benjamin excitedly pulled the trigger.

Boom! A bullet shot out from the gun.

Benjamin felt an exceptional emotion at that moment.

It was as if a fiery passion engulfed him, and blood rushed to his head.

He felt excited and thrilled.

There was even a feeling of deja vu in his heart.