Ultraman Fighting Evolution

Ground patrol?

Seeing Qingdao's ugly face, Xia Long nodded awkwardly, but ground patrol was just what he wanted, and he couldn't do other jobs. A qualified pilot cannot be taught in a short time, not to mention the fighter planes with higher requirements. Xia Long didn't think he had any talent in aircraft, and he couldn't play his own advantages if he drove a fighter plane to fight.

The two traveled all the way through the MAC space station. Qingdao didn't seem to have any intention of introducing people to Xia Long, but just went through the motions in each section.

Xia Long frowned. It seems that he will encounter many problems in MAC in the future. Not everyone is as easy to talk to as Suzuki. Suddenly, there is a colleague who was promoted from ordinary people and was particularly valued by the captain. I'm afraid there are some opinions within the MAC team.

Thinking of this, Qingdao took him to the shooting room. There was a row of targets, and there was no one at this time.

"Good shooting skills are a must for MAC team members. Let me see your level, Long!" Qingdao said and handed Xia Long a pistol.

"I..." Xia Long said in embarrassment, "Let's just forget it..."

"Why, you don't even know basic shooting?" Qingdao smiled and snorted, "Not everyone can come to MAC, can you only rely on the director and the captain?"

Xia Long's heart tightened, he couldn't embarrass Seven!

"Let me try!"

Taking the gun from Qingdao, Xia Long's palms were sweating.

It should be very exciting to touch a gun, but he was very uncomfortable now. He had never touched a gun, let alone fired a gun. He didn't dare to imagine what it would be like to fire a gun for the first time.

Holding the gun, Xia Long aimed his crosshairs at the bull's eye. He had seen pigs run even if he hadn't eaten pork. In addition to various shooting games, he had also watched a lot of military movies and TV dramas, so he knew some things, such as the three-point line.

"Bang!"

With a gunshot, Xia Long was shocked back several steps by the recoil.

So strong!

Xia Long exhaled lightly. The pistols in this world seemed to be much more powerful. If he hadn't improved his physical fitness a lot during this period, the gun would have flown out of his hand just now.

"Missed!" He knew without looking that the last shot didn't hit the target at all.

"This is not the level of a MAC team member! How can we protect everyone like this? Fighting monsters is not a game, everyone is fighting for their lives!" Qingdao said angrily, looking at Xia Long fiercely, and turned away without paying attention to the regiment's order, "I will tell the captain! You should practice well first!"

Looking at Qingdao, Xia Long opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. After a moment of silence, he focused on the target again.

Although he didn't succeed the first time, he felt that shooting didn't seem as difficult as he imagined. He just didn't pay attention just now, otherwise his body that had been improved by light particles would not be stumped by the mere recoil.

Aim again and shoot.

"Bang!"

Xia Long frowned slightly. Although his body was not shaken by the recoil, his accuracy was still a little poor. This shot only hit the edge of the target.

Keep going!

In the shooting room, Xia Long fumbled over and over again. After more than ten attempts, he finally found the feeling.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The powerful three bursts hit the center of the target, leaving a bullet hole on the wall behind.

Xia Long's mouth corners slightly raised. As long as he found the pattern, shooting was not difficult for him who was the best in many aspects of physical fitness among humans.

At this time, a round of applause rang out outside the door.

"Awesome, it's worthy of Manatsu-kun!" Xia Long looked over and found that it was the director.

"Director..."

"Don't be restrained, just call me Sakata!" The old man walked to the side of the target, looked at the hole on the wall again, and exclaimed, "I didn't expect Manatsu-kun to be a natural sharpshooter. It's a blessing for the MAC team to have you join."

Xia Long laughed dryly and didn't reply.

"How about it? Let Manatsu-kun work on the ground, can you accept it?" The old man said to Xia Long.

"Yes." Xia Long nodded. If he stayed in the space station all the time, he couldn't stand it. If he worked on the ground, he could come back to the club often.

"Do a good job!" The old man patted Xia Long on the shoulder happily, "I believe your will to protect can bring something different to the MAC team!"

...

On that day, Xia Long was assigned to the ground not long after.

After seeing his chariot, Xia Long was both happy and helpless. This so-called chariot was the MAC Rody, a land combat vehicle dedicated to MAC. It was good, but he was not allowed to drive it without special circumstances. In addition, there was a special patrol car equipped with no special equipment. There was a MAC logo on the body, which was said to be for his daily patrol.

In any case, he was considered a car owner. After the handover, Xia Long couldn't wait to drive the MAC patrol car to the road. But gradually, he couldn't be happy anymore. The ground patrol work was quite trivial, because in addition to guarding against monsters, he also had to deal with some problems of ordinary people. Some of these problems were misunderstandings, often mistaking some things for monsters, and then some pranks. Sometimes people would rush over to make trouble and vent their emotions on him inexplicably.

Life in the MAC team was not what he thought, because this world was not in crisis every moment, so this period of time became very boring. However, boring was better than trouble.

After parking the patrol car at the entrance of the club, Xia Long sorted out his mood and walked into the training room.

The children didn't seem to come today, and the hall was quite quiet. Xia Long walked inside in confusion and found that Omura and his group were busy with something.

"Long, you came at the right time," Omura's eyes lit up when he saw Xia Long, and he waved, "Long looks different in this uniform!"

"Long, is the car outside yours?" Meng just came in from outside and said happily to Xia Long.

"It's just for me to use. I can't afford a car now." Xia Long shook his head and said with a bitter face, "I don't even have a house. I may still live here in the future. President, you don't mind, right?"

"In that case," Omura winked inside, "Ask Ayumi..."

...

In the end, Xia Long was still allowed to live in the club, but the price was that he had to work at least two days a week in the club after excluding the patrol mission time. Xia Long certainly had no objection to this.

However, there was another thing...

"Hey, I said you obviously have your own car to pick you up, why do you need me to take you?" Driving the patrol car, Xia Long looked at Ayumi sitting in the co-pilot seat and asked in confusion.

"I like it!" Ayumi rolled her eyes, touched the fur of the black cat in her arms, and said dissatisfiedly, "I just want to experience the feeling of riding in a MAC patrol car, is that not okay?"

"Okay." Xia Long said without temper. After such a long time, his temper is still the same.

Xia Long saw the black cat with its eyes closed, enjoying Ayumi's massage quite comfortably, and his mouth twitched. Is it getting used to being a pet?

"What are you doing?" Ayumi suddenly asked, "Why are you staring at the kitten? Are you thinking of something bad?"

"I... I'm driving, and he's just a cat, what can I think of!"

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