Chapitre 117: 1874 Sharps Rifle, Lola Loren

Noticing Ace's posture as he fired the shotgun and the smooth way he handled the weapon, Luke said in disbelief, "Al, there's no way this is your kid's first time using a gun. I'd sooner believe you if you told me he served."

Alwin wanted to retort, but he couldn't ignore the same nagging thought. Skeptically, he asked his son, "Ace, you haven't been hitting the gun range in the city without your mother's or my knowledge, have you?"

"Dad, are you seriously doubting me right now? With my knowledge from first-person shooter games, handling a gun isn't that hard," Ace argued, handing the shades and shotgun back to Luke. However, nobody seemed convinced, and Ace didn't seem to care.

Ignoring their gazes, he walked to the Ford pickup and picked up an M16 assault rifle. Cycling the action to eject any rounds in the chamber, he visually inspected the chamber to confirm it was empty. Then, extending his hand toward Lola, he said, "Add it to my uncle's tab!"