Meow Ba

Chapter 67
After a good night's dream, when I wake up the next day, the sun is already high.Not caring about Chinese food, Ron took four small sandbags and ran to Building No. [-], but under the weight of the small sandbags, Ron's movements were much slower than usual.

"Hi, Tangerine~"

"Morning, Orange~"

"..."

Seeing Ron walking in, whether it was the young and beautiful sister at the front desk, or the middle-aged fat man who was busy pouring coffee, they all smiled and greeted Ron, and Ron shook the tip of his tail in response.

"Hey, oranges come here."

Passing by Police Officer Barton's office, the old police officer came out and called Ron again—he took out a dark blue vest from the office that was similar to a police dog vest, but was much smaller, and put it on for Ron, and then took a picture with his mobile phone. a photo.

In the photo, Ron, who was wearing a dark blue police vest, a small police badge, and four small sandbags on his limbs, looked at the camera in a daze, with round emerald green eyes, a round face, and a round figure. Even the wagging tail formed a circle.

"Perfect!"

"Emma, ​​I'll send you a photo, and you can help me hang it on Orange's YouTube."

"From today onwards, you will be in charge of the oil pipeline for the newly built Orange County Police Headquarters Ratcatcher Tangerine."

After pressing the confirmation button, Officer Patton stood up and said to his assistant, then turned his head to the entire lobby of Building [-].
"Listen up, everyone."

"The video and photos of the last Rat Catcher interview got a pretty good response online."

"In order to further show the demeanor of our bureau and the daily work of the police officers, after consideration, Director Alden and I opened the Youtube of Oranges. Starting today, everyone can take photos of Oranges and send them to Emma for daily use. The oil pipeline update."

"Once adopted, the adoption bonus is ten dollars."

"Okay!"

"Long live the director~!"

"Finally it's justifiable to shoot cats..."

Officer Patton's words immediately erupted in the lobby of Building No. [-]. Before Ron could react, dozens of police officers gathered around. The cameras in their hands were aimed at Ron, and there were continuous clicks.

"..."

Turning his head speechlessly, Ron passed most of the mobile phone cameras and walked up the stairs quickly - behind him, except for the sound of the mobile phone taking pictures, there was no police officer following him.

For Ron now, this is definitely bad news. Once Police Officer Patton announced this, Ron naturally became a public cat. Every moment in the police station, he has to be vigilant whether there is a mobile phone pointed at him.

And Ron still needs to keep vigilant himself, any actions that are not suitable to be shown in public, such as standing upright, such as using a computer, or being able to understand human language, must not appear.

If possible, Ron would never want to spit out this decision from Officer Patton's mouth. Unfortunately, he is just a cat now and has no right to veto. He can only make himself more vigilant.

…………

What happened in the lobby on the first floor made Ron's original joyful mood drop immediately. He slowly climbed up to the sixth floor. The gaps in the soles of his feet were soaked with sweat, and plum blossoms were printed on the concrete steps.

With a small sandbag and a police vest, Ron's overall weight was already close to [-] kilograms—even if Ron himself was as strong as a human being, suddenly adding a load exceeding his own weight was still a heavy burden.

"Squeak~"

"Meow~"

There were people in the evidence storage room, and the newly assigned black girl was busy working in front of the computer, but the door was open.

Carefully flicking his tail, Ron pushed open the wooden door of the evidence storage room and let out a soft cry, trying to attract the attention of the black girl.

The black girl did look up from the computer because of Ron's cry—but Ron didn't expect that the girl's first reaction when she saw him was not to say hello, but to pick up the phone and snap a few pictures.

"Hey hey, the rat catcher came to the evidence storage room to inspect the work!"

"The ten dollars are mine!"

"..."

Listening to the soliloquy of the black girl who was busy operating the mobile phone, Ron rolled his eyes helplessly.From Ron's point of view, he happened to see the email on the computer screen in front of the black girl, which was what the old police officer Barton had just said in the lobby on the first floor.

one two Three!

I jump!

Taking advantage of the time when the black girl sent the photo, Ron counted down in his heart, and his hind legs burst out with a strong thrust—it was only an hour before he took four small sandbags, and Ron still couldn't control the strength well.

In order to prevent the embarrassing situation of not being able to jump on the desk, Ron could only use greater strength.

"Boom!"

There was no usual lightness at all, Ron slammed heavily on the table, making a heavy sound, and this action caused the black girl to shoot again and again.

"The rat catcher checks the cleanliness of the workbench in the evidence storage room..."

A picture of Ron flew across the Internet, hanging under the oil tube belonging to the mouse catcher of the Orange County Police Headquarters. Without Ron's knowledge, his fans surged like a tide, and soon It crossed tens of thousands.

Let's weigh it first!

Seeing the black girl sending her photos with great concentration, Ron stepped onto the electronic scale that was still on, and immediately a series of numbers popped up on the electronic scale: 35.03, the unit is pounds.

"Kachakacha~"

"The rat catcher personally tested the accuracy of the instruments in the evidence storage room..."

The black girl chased after another shot, so scared that Ron immediately got off the electronic scale, and then walked out of the evidence storage room without looking back, and got into the cat door next to the wallpaper archive.

"Meow~"

Comfortably nestled into Captain America's cat nest, Ron began to calculate in his mind, but couldn't figure it out all at once-he leaned out of the cat nest, popped out a sharp claw, and drew it crookedly on the floor. stand up.

35-17=18，18*0.453=8.15……

Looking up at the small sandbag on his front paws, which was similar to a wide version of a bracelet, Ron continued to write down the formula: 8.15/21.45=380...

After writing this, Ron finally exhaled deeply, and his heart started beating uncontrollably—if the metal sand in the four small sandbags is platinum, then the total volume is about two-thirds of a bottle of Coke so big.

If it is filled with the glass cups that are commonly used to drink water at home, it will be about two cups. Comparing the size of the four small sandbags on the limbs, Ron can basically confirm that the precious metal platinum is contained in these four small sandbags!

18*16*880=253440...

Suppressing his heartbeat, Ron wrote down the last line of calculation, and then he rolled happily in the cat's nest...

(End of this chapter)