Me! Cleaner!

Chapter 71 Wow cool wow cool

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Amidst the deafening gunshots, Leon, who was about to brush his badge, walked quickly into the shooting range of the police department with his favorite sniper in hand.

Since the weapons control in the royal capital is quite strict, batons and whips are usually enough to deal with cases. There are very few situations where firearms are needed, so there are not many people who can practice shooting.

In addition, today is a rest day, so there are only three or five positions in the huge shooting range, and most of the shooting positions are empty.

It’s good to be empty~ Finally, you don’t have to queue up to get the gas tank.

After looking at the empty shooting range with satisfaction, Leon said hello to the person responsible for inspecting the firearms and distributing earmuffs. Then he held two large boxes of nails and found a target position closest to the gas storage area to lie down. down.

Although he doesn't come to the shooting range very frequently because he has very little free time, Leon certainly won't slack off when it comes to grinding out badge progress. He usually comes over to lie down after get off work and doesn't leave until the sun has completely set.

With his diligent practice, he has completed more than half of the 5,000 live-fire shots required to advance to the shooting badge. He only needs to fire more than 2,000 rounds to complete the advancement. On average, he can complete 2-3 sniping shots per minute. Frequency calculation shows that after more than two thousand shots, we will need to fight for another thirteen or four hours.

After roughly calculating the progress, Leon did not start shooting immediately, but first looked up at the sky.

It looks like it won't rain, so I can probably fight for about seven or eight hours today. I'll go home after dark and help Anna pack her things. I'll hire a carriage to haul the belongings to Xingfu Apartment tomorrow morning, and then I'll come over and fight for another four or five hours. After an hour, it felt like it was about the same.

Well...if you think about it, it's quite time for the witch's broom to malfunction.

Because of the temporary lack of anomalies to protect myself, it was inconvenient for me to go on missions, so I could come here to practice shooting during work hours. I could confidently arrive a little late in the morning and take the opportunity to move my house. It was perfect~

After secretly praising his good luck, Leon stopped delaying and directly raised the small yellow flag representing 500 meters and waved it towards the administrator's position.

"well…"

After seeing the familiar little yellow flag, the two administrators first looked at each other, and then sighed in understanding.

"Stop looking and go get the target!"

After squinting at the figure in the sniper position, and confirming that it was indeed the troublesome guy, the older administrator rubbed his brows and said helplessly:

"It's best to bring a handcart and get them in bundles directly here. Alas...'Rolling Bullet' always beats the sun until the sun goes down before leaving. If you come here so early today, it might take a long time this time."

"That's what I think too... Sigh... please help me for a while first!"

Looking at Leon in the distance who had fastened his earmuffs and was calibrating his firearm, the younger administrator couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart, feeling that he was really unlucky.

…

"Rolling Bullet" is the nickname given to Leon by the range administrators in private, because after becoming familiar with the shooting conditions at the range and his hit rate greatly improved, he almost specialized in shooting over-range targets of 500 meters.

Once the nails fired by the nail gun exceed the maximum stable range, they will roll uncontrollably in the air. Therefore, Lyon, who specializes in "rolling bullets", is honored to win the love of "rolling bullets" from the administrators. Weighing... and the ardent hope that he'd better get out of here as soon as possible.

Without it, other people's shots will often only leave a medium-sized hole on the target. On average, it is enough to change the target every forty or fifty times, but once the nail rolls after overshooting, it will hit the target. , starting from a hole the size of a baby’s fist.

Even if the hit position is relatively small, it only takes two or three shots to blast a wooden target in half. The range administrator has to constantly replace new targets. In addition, taking into account the astonishing hit rate of the "rolling bullet", it is simply difficult to serve him. It's more troublesome than serving ten other police officers.

It's true...I thought I would have some leisure time during my Sunday shift, but it turned out to be a drudgery... After pushing the cart full of targets and sighing, I returned to the operating table. The young administrator asked with a sad look on his face:

"Tell me, how does 'Rolling Bullet' feel today?"

"The feel is amazing. I've broken nearly fifty targets, but the most terrible thing is not this."

After rubbing his frowning eyebrows, the older administrator said with a headache:

"I just took the time to ask where the ammunition is. 'Rolling Bullet' received two large boxes of nails today, which add up to more than a thousand rounds!"

"How many? More than a thousand rounds? Does that mean he's planning to fight all day long?!"

After hearing this terrifying amount, the young administrator took a sharp breath and felt his head buzzing, and it also started to hurt. He gritted his teeth and said:

"After shooting for eight hours straight...the **** of the gun could break his bones if hit back! Isn't he afraid of dying from the pain?"

"I don't know if he's in severe pain, but if he really plans to fight all day, you and I will definitely be exhausted here."

“…”

"No! We absolutely cannot let him fight here for a day!"

After looking at the unusually heavy wooden target on the cart and thinking that it might have to be replaced hundreds of times today, the young administrator's shoulders began to feel sore. He suddenly shot the target and stood up with an angry look on his face. Voice:

"Let's go! Let's beg him to change places!"

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“…”

You are going to beg for mercy. Why are you so strong in begging for mercy?

After glancing at his colleagues speechlessly, the older administrator did not object. Instead, he stood up and prepared to beg for help and see if he could divert the trouble to others. Save your old osteoporotic bones.

However, before the two of them walked out of the operation room, something happened on the side of the "Rolling Bullet". A figure that they were quite familiar with actually approached the shooting position of the "Rolling Bullet" before them.

That's... Isa from the Secret Bureau of Investigation?

Seeing the female police officer standing behind "Rolling Bullet" with a hesitant expression on her face, the two administrators couldn't help but look at each other and almost simultaneously remembered the rumors they heard yesterday.

Yesterday at noon, the bureau beauty of the Secret Investigation Bureau took the initiative to sit across from a man with a dinner plate in his hand. However, the man seemed to be disgusted and did not accept the beauty that flew in. Instead, he took the initiative to change seats.

What's even more outrageous is that Isa, who has the same surname as the military boss and whose background is definitely not simple, shamelessly followed him again. She was like a **** who took the initiative to pester her. She really shocked many people. eyeball.

Although the two of them seemed to have a quarrel in the end and broke up, and the secret police officer was so angry that she even took off her dinner plate, but many people saw her coming back again, standing at the door of the cafeteria and talking infatuatedly. Staring at each other...

Hey... So that man... is "Rolling Bomb"?

Feeling that a huge melon was about to reveal its delicate flesh in front of him, the younger administrator suddenly felt his shoulders no longer sore and his arms no longer hurt. He looked energetically at the colleagues next to him who also had shining eyes.

"How about...wait a little longer?"

"Okay!"

(End of chapter)