Without thinking, Kyle's gaze swept over Benjamin.
At that moment, he was sitting there obediently, like a well-behaved child, exuding an air of gentleness.
Kyle didn't want to shatter Benjamin's confidence. After all, he's still so young, and it's extraordinary that he can understand these things. Even if his ideas don't get validated or recognized, it doesn't mean he is incapable. I really want to nurture his talent.
With that thought, he gave a slight smile. “No rush. It's getting late. Let's eat first, then we can talk.”
However, Benjamin uttered, “Let's take a look at this first. I also want to know how my practical results turned out.”
“What's the rush—”
“I'm not hungry yet. Let's give it a try first!” Benjamin said, his gaze on Kyle filled with determination.
Kyle's gaze swept over Benjamin and then to Anthony beside him. The latter's deep black eyes, filled with an oppressive aura, seemed to have already seen through his thoughts.
Kyle let out a sigh silently. He knew that any further refusal would seem overly deliberate.
His dark eyes swept over them, and Kyle still maintained an air of nonchalance. He nodded slightly. “All right. If that's the case, let's give it a try.”
With that, he took the firearm from in front of Benjamin.
As he picked it up, he paused slightly, looking up at Benjamin with a puzzled expression. “It's lighter?”
Benjamin appeared quite calm as he listened to the narration. “Yes. I noticed that we could further reduce the weight during the modification, so I gave it a try. I'm not sure if it will work, though,” Benjamin said.
When he said that, it made Kyle's feelings even more indescribably complex.
“Would reducing the weight have an impact on the recoil?” Kyle asked.
“It shouldn't. I've reinforced it elsewhere. You can give it another try,” Benjamin said to him with a hint of indifference.
Kyle looked on. At that point, he didn't have much confidence.
The modification plan, which was unfeasible from the start, had been further lightened by Benjamin. Kyle was somewhat inclined to call it off.
But as he looked at the boys, their eyes fixed intently on him, he worried that if he didn't continue, they might start crying the very next second.
With that in mind, he forced a smile and got up to give it a try.
Coincidentally, there was a target in the spacious conference room. Kyle headed straight toward it.
From a distance of over twenty meters, he raised his gun. Right when he was about to pull the trigger, Benjamin, sitting not far behind him, said, “Or, could you stand a bit further away?”
Kyle glanced back at him, contemplating how to soothe the child once everything was over.
Looking at Benjamin, Kyle said softly, “This is the maximum effective range. If it's any further, I'm afraid the accuracy might not be as high!”
Benjamin listened, didn't say anything more, and nodded. “All right. You go ahead and give it a try!”
And so, Kyle gathered his focus, turned around, raised his gun, and aimed at the distant bullseye.
At that moment, both Anthony and Benjamin were still sitting in their original positions, watching with seemingly no expression. It was as if they were observing an event that had nothing to do with them.
Bang!
They all heard the sound and looked toward the distance.
At that moment, a mechanical voice echoed from the distant target. “Bullseye hit. One hundred percent.”
Upon hearing the robot's voice, Kyle furrowed his brows instantly.
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