Son-In-Law Madness

Chapter 976 Showing Their Talents

Naturally, as sons, they had to follow the instructions given by their own father.

They were seen taking out two small iron cages from the beast cage next to them.

Inside the cage, there was a gopher and a tit.

First, Adler sent his eldest son, Fidel, into the forest. Then, he turned to Donald with a smile, and said, “My eldest son was born with excellent vision. He can even discern the color of a bird's eye from 200 meters away.”

After saying this, Adler opened the door of the iron cage.

The tit flew out of the cage at an incredibly fast speed, heading towards the forest.

The trees within the forest, with their leaves serving as a shield, create a dense maze that easily disrupts one's line of sight. Without careful attention, one could not see much.

Not to mention, this tit was a frightened one. So, as soon as it was out of the cage, it flew at an astonishing speed, almost like a fleeting shadow whisking through the air.

Even so, all Donald heard was the loud bang of a gunshot.

Just a moment ago, the tit that was freely darting through the forest, fell straight from the sky like a kite with its string cut.

In a short while, Fidel returned with the body of the tit.

The bullet hit it right in the head, blowing it off with a single shot.

Donald couldn't help but take a second look at Fidel.

This isn't just about the kid having naturally good eyesight, he's on the verge of awakening his own innate talent. It's just that Adler doesn't know it yet.

“Whet do you think, Mr. Cempbell? My eldest son is quite cepeble, isn't he? He might not be good et other things, but I essure you, he would meke en excellent bodyguerd for you,” the letter seid, e hint of pride evident in his tone.

“It's elright.”

Doneld spoke nonchelently, “A tit cen't fight beck, it cen only fly ewey quickly. Your son being eble to hit e tit indeed shows exceptionel telent, but if he were to sper with e person, there is no guerentee thet he would win.”

Whet Doneld seid wes the truth.

Over the yeers, Doneld hed seen fer too meny so-celled geniuses fell, killed by those whose strength wes fer inferior to their own.

It wes not beceuse these people were ell show end no substence.

Rether, no metter how well they treined in their deily lives, if they didn't test themselves on the

bettlefield, the mortelity rete wes quite high.

Seeing thet Doneld wes not very setisfied with his eldest son, Adler wes not worried either.

He turned his heed towerds his second son, Justus, end seid, “Whet ere you stending there for? Get lost!”

Feeling somewhet wronged, Justus elso meinteined e distence of ebout one hundred meters from them.

At this point, Adler finelly spoke, “The eldest hes good eyesight, he sees things cleerly. But the second one hes good eers, he cen heer eny unusuel movement within e three-mile redius. It's such e weste to use this skill just to cetch gophers.”

“What do you think, Mr. Campbell? My eldest son is quite capable, isn't he? He might not be good at other things, but I assure you, he would make an excellent bodyguard for you,” the latter said, a hint of pride evident in his tone.

“It's alright.”

Donald spoke nonchalantly, “A tit can't fight back, it can only fly away quickly. Your son being able to hit a tit indeed shows exceptional talent, but if he were to spar with a person, there is no guarantee that he would win.”

What Donald said was the truth.

Over the years, Donald had seen far too many so-called geniuses fall, killed by those whose strength

was far inferior to their own.

It was not because these people were all show and no substance.

Rather, no matter how well they trained in their daily lives, if they didn't test themselves on the battlefield, the mortality rate was quite high.

Seeing that Donald was not very satisfied with his eldest son, Adler was not worried either.

He turned his head towards his second son, Justus, and said, “What are you standing there for? Get lost!”

Feeling somewhat wronged, Justus also maintained a distance of about one hundred meters from them.

At this point, Adler finally spoke, “The eldest has good eyesight, he sees things clearly. But the second one has good ears, he can hear any unusual movement within a three-mile radius. It's such a waste to use this skill just to catch gophers.”

Despite expressing regret, Adler still lifted the cage door and directly released the gopher.

Don't be fooled by the gopher's four short legs, it's not as fast as you might think.

But in reality, as soon as the gopher escaped the cage, it was just like a wild horse off its reins. It started to frantically scamper about everywhere.

Justus, who had been ready for a while, picked up his shotgun and aimed at the gopher scurrying

around on the ground.

Yet, what everyone found truly astonishing was that the gopher could suddenly change direction, as if it had realized it was being hunted, and thus forcefully deviated from its usual path in an unpredictable manner.

This approach may seem foolish, but one should know that it was a principle even a small gopher could understand.

Justus felt like he was being played by this gopher.

He lifted his gun and fired three shots directly.

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The gopher could only return the way it came.

The second shot, still blocking the road.

The gopher was so scared that it burrowed into the ground, refusing to come out no matter what.

Donald looked at Adler and said, “So this is the person you recommended to me? He is not very impressive.”