Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 31: Inhumanity and Target Shooting

After telling Leon to be careful of the "love stickers" from his male colleagues, the Black Goat continued:
"If he just wanted to use tape to stick something together, like a railway track with a section missing or a stream that was cut off due to dryness, with his physical strength, he could probably stick it together for several kilometers.

But if it is a conceptual pasting, after sticking fifty or sixty times, he will first drain his willpower, and the stronger the willpower of the object being pasted, the more terrible his consumption will be.

Like last year, in order to get a suitable assignment, he tried to use tape to seal the red-haired woman's trust in him, but it directly caused his mental breakdown. His willpower could not control his body, and he had to lie in bed for more than three months before he could get out of bed. "

After explaining the ability of the tape, Black Goat concluded:
"In short, although the ability of abnormal objects has a limit, it is not completely fixed. In addition to the power of the abnormal object itself, the higher the consumption your body and mind can bear, the stronger the effect that the abnormal object can exert.

For example, even though I am very weak now, if you can afford the consumption and raise me again, I can still stir up the fighting desires of thousands of people in one go and directly start a small-scale war! Do you understand?"

"I probably understand..."

After nodding thoughtfully, Leon frowned slightly and asked:

"But you still haven't answered my question? I'm not asking about the abilities of abnormal objects, but what should I do to have the same physical qualities as other people?"

"Didn't we say this at the beginning? You can't rush this~"

After taking a big puff of the cigarette in his mouth, Black Goat squinted his eyes and said comfortably:

"Take on more missions, collect more anomalies, and then use them more often. You will naturally be affected and slowly transform from a human into a 'non-human' being. The more crazy, extreme and powerful the anomaly is, the faster you will be 'transformed'."

"Let's take me as an example. My conversion speed was basically at the same level as that of that shabby apartment. Even if you use me for many years, I guess your physique will only be slightly healthier than the average person.

But after you gave me so many good things, my conversion rate is much higher now, probably three or four times that of that shabby apartment.

And if you are willing to kill a few bastards and then offer their sinful souls to us, the conversion rate will continue to increase!
I estimate that within a year, your physical fitness will reach the level of Harry who played with tape! How about it? Are you interested in giving it a try? "

"..."

This guy is really... He is always trying to coax me into the water...

Hearing the black goat's unremitting instigation, Leon couldn't help but frowned speechlessly, but soon, he unconsciously widened his eyes!
Wait! Didn't it just say that in the past its conversion rate was the same as that of Happy Apartment, but now its conversion rate is three or four times that of Happy Apartment?
Aren't these exactly 0.4 and 0.1? So this "influence" and "conversion" are actually the "infection value" of the anomaly? !

After discovering the true meaning of the immersion value, Leon didn't have time to be happy before he suddenly remembered something and turned to look at the black goat who was smoking heavily.

If I remember correctly, the red-haired chief's [Love without Memory] has an infiltration value of 7! And your original infiltration value was 0.1! Only one-seventieth of his?

My goodness, you keep talking about how you are a great devil, and I really thought you were awesome! But you are actually like this?
……

This kid...why is he suddenly looking at me like this?

After receiving two points of speechlessness, three points of shock, and five points of deep disgust from Lyon, the Black Goat couldn't help but shudder suddenly, and then felt his heart weaken.

Won't he realize that we are a burden to him?

Hmm...probably not.

The specific transformation speed of each abnormal object is only known by those who have used the abnormal objects. Although that red-haired woman has used me, she is too strong. I guess she can't feel whether my transformation speed is fast or slow, and it is impossible for her to tell him the situation.

Well! He won’t know! He definitely won’t know!

"Cough cough!"

Although he thought that Leon would not find any problem, he was a little scared by his gaze, so the Black Goat quickly cleared his throat and tried to change the subject:

“Well… although collecting more anomalies can make you stronger faster, you shouldn’t be too reckless.

After all, not all abnormal creatures are as easy to talk to as us. They are not willing to protect you if we like each other. Many abnormal creatures ask for shockingly high prices!
Well... take Emma for example! Isn't her immortality very powerful? But do you know what she paid for it?"

Senior Emma?

After hearing the black goat's question, Leon's expression couldn't help but move slightly.

I have indeed been curious about Emma's immortality for a long time, but she seemed to have read the files in the director's hand and knew that her ability was to obtain information through touch, so she has been avoiding physical contact with me.

And he took such good care of me, not only saving my sister, but even giving me a gun. No matter how curious I am, I have to be more careful. It is not good to deliberately pry into his privacy... But after all, I still want to know a little bit...

Haha, you are such a good little virgin! When we met in the corridor before, your eyes were almost glued to her! I knew you were definitely interested in her!
Seeing the curiosity in Leon's eyes, Black Goat couldn't help but smile and swallowed all the seven or eight cigarette butts that were about to burn his lips. Then, while chewing the smoking butts, he said with a smile:

"How about this? Go kill a bastard who has committed a heinous crime, vent your anger, and offer us a sinful soul. Then I'll tell you what Emma paid for. How about that?"

"..."

(╬￣Dish￣)
"Hey? If you don't agree, then don't agree. Why did you steal our cigarettes?
No? You still dare to use your hands? Damn! You really think I don’t have a temper? I’m… you’re capable of not using your feet! Can we be fair and use our mouths to bite it? Fuck!”

……

"boom!"

Looking at the target that was pierced through five hundred meters away, Leon's face not only did not show the joy of hitting the target, but his expression seemed quite solemn.

After dealing with the greedy black goat and throwing it back to the office of the Cleanup Bureau, Leon did not go home directly. Instead, he took his sniper rifle to the police department next door, borrowed a secluded shooting range with his Cleanup Bureau credentials, and started to earn his shooting badge.

However, in order to improve his hit rate in future missions, Leon did not simply increase the number of live ammunition shots, but chose targets at the maximum effective range and practiced his shooting skills one shot after another. However...

The hit rate is very touching.

Facing a fixed target standing at a distance of 500 meters, even with the accumulated hit rate of [Materialistic Soul], Leon would need an average of four to five shots to hit the target once, and an average of seven to eight shots out of ten would miss the target.

It seems that the hit in the hospital that time was largely due to luck... and with the help of Senior Emma, ​​who adjusted the gun's calibration in advance, my actual shooting ability is still just that of a rookie.

Looking at the holes on the human-shaped paper target through the scope, he found that they were mostly in unimportant positions. Leon shook his head, blew the whistle in his mouth, picked up the small red flag at hand, and waved it in the direction of the shooting range manager. The 500-meter extreme shooting distance has exceeded the limit of his current ability. This hit rate is basically meaningless in actual missions, so instead of pursuing the longest distance to kill, it is better to get closer to about 300 meters and practice more practical shooting as soon as possible.

Haha, the target has been changed as expected.

The administrator heard the whistle and looked over. After seeing the small red flag representing 300 meters in Leon's hand, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. Then he turned his head to look at his colleague next to him. The two of them grinned almost at the same time and winked at each other in understanding.

Just now, this young man came in with a gun and wanted to shoot at a target within 500 meters. The two of us tried to persuade him and suggested that he shoot at 50% of the maximum range first.

After all, the falling arc of the nail becomes more difficult to control as it goes further back. When it reaches the maximum killing distance, it will sometimes even roll in the air, and it is extremely difficult to predict the landing point.

Therefore, the difficulty of the 500-meter full-range target is much greater than the 200-300-meter half-range target. For a young man like him who has hardly touched a gun, the difficulty of the half-range target is more than enough.

However, at such a young age, he has already reached the pinnacle of assistant-level civil service, and can even vaguely touch the bottom of clerical-level civil service. He is probably very arrogant and does not bother to listen to the suggestions of the two shooting range managers.

Faced with the kind suggestions of the two of them, he insisted on trying to see how far he could shoot, and insisted on shooting at a 500-meter target... How was it? He found that he couldn't hit the target no matter what, so he knew to change the target now, right? Guns are fair, they won't take extra care of you just because you have a good father!

The administrator in charge of changing the targets smiled as he pulled the joystick on the operating table. Amid the sound of gears meshing, he slowly erected the half-distance target at 300 meters, and laid the full-distance target at 500 meters flat and retracted it.

When another administrator was about to leave his seat to replace the target paper and the target, he was grabbed by the arm.

"What are you going to do?"

"Huh? What did you say? Hey, stop pulling me! I have to go get a new target!"

"What new target?"

The administrator in charge of pulling the joystick chuckled, reached out and lifted up his colleague's earmuffs a little, and shouted loudly amid the dense gunfire at the shooting range:

"Sit down and take a rest! I recognize the gun he brought with him. Its effective range is only about 470 meters. Hitting a target at 500 meters is considered over-range shooting. It would be a miracle if he could hit it!
Although there are some people in our department who can shoot over-range targets, they are basically old hands who have been handling guns for nearly 20 years. Look at the boy's appearance, he is only 16 or 17 years old at most, how can he shoot over-range targets? Could it be that he has been handling guns since he was in his mother's womb?"

"Ahahaha, that's true. I'll rest for a while then~"

……

He didn't know the reason for his low hit rate. It was not because his shooting skills were too poor, but because of the range limitation of the gun itself. Leon was still lying on the ground, brushing the shooting badge's number of shots one by one.

After adjusting the target to 300 meters, his hit rate indeed increased greatly. Not only did no shots miss the target, but every shot even hit the key parts of the human-shaped target paper. Only once in every twenty shots would he slightly deviate from the target.

By the time the sun began to set, Lyon, who could fire two nails per minute on average, had finally completed 200 live-fire shootings and upgraded his shooting badge from black iron to bronze.

[Shooter: Although you have only been in contact with firearms for a short time, you have become a qualified shooter with your extraordinary talent and hard training.]

[Effect of wearing: After a lot of practice, you have become familiar with the distribution rules of nail landing points. When you consciously correct the muzzle aiming, your shooting accuracy will be greatly improved]

[Advanced route: After completing 5000 live-fire shootings or 30000 simulated firings, this badge will automatically be promoted to the silver badge "Shooting Master". The current progress is 0/5000, 0/30000]

[Hidden feature (no need to wear): As a gun enthusiast, when you use a familiar gun to shoot, your shooting stability will be slightly improved]

If I want to continue to improve, do I need to shoot another 5,000 rounds?
After reading the prompts from the badge system, Leon estimated his shooting speed and found that it would take about forty hours to carefully fire through the five thousand rounds of bullets.

And if the number of shots required to advance from Silver to Gold also increases at the same rate of 200-5000, it will probably take thousands of hours.

Although practicing seriously, one shot at a time, can improve one's basic skills, it is probably far less than the improvement brought by a high-level badge, so...how about trying to find a loophole?

Do it when you think of it!

With the intention of simply getting the badge, Lyon did not hold his breath and concentrate like he did every time. Instead, after installing the gas tank, he simply found an approximate location and fired a shot.

After switching from careful aiming to blindly aiming, the speed really increased a lot. Excluding the time for breathing and reloading, more than ten nails were fired in one minute. And because of the hit rate provided by [Materialistic Soul], five or six of these blind shots actually hit the target.

However, when Leon stopped shooting and glanced at the panel of the [Shooter] badge, he helplessly discovered that after firing a dozen nails, the advanced "proficiency" was still 0/5000, not even a little bit higher.

So I can only practice seriously and carefully...

After shaking his head, Leon gave up the idea of ​​taking a shortcut, looked up at the sky, then disassembled the sniper rifle in his hand into parts, tied them up and put them into a large canvas bag, then left the shooting range with difficulty carrying the bag.

Not long after he walked out, a female police officer with wheat-colored skin and wearing a black police uniform walked in quickly. After looking at several empty positions, she finally chose the newly vacated shooting range in the corner.

She looked a little tired, as if something was on her mind. After greeting the two administrators in a hoarse voice, she took the gun she had chosen to the shooting position and waved the small yellow flag representing five hundred meters.

When the target in the distance gradually rose, the female police officer took a deep breath, bit her lips hard, put her eyes to the observation position behind the sight, and put her slender fingers firmly on the trigger...

Ok?
Looking at the target with five or six large holes in the sight, the female police officer couldn't help but frown. She then raised a small black flag and waved it, calling the manager of the shooting range.

“This target has never been changed.”

After pointing to the wooden target in the distance, the female police officer said expressionlessly:
"You can take a look. There are still bullet holes on it from the previous person."

"Ah? Sorry, sorry!"

After hearing what the female police officer said, the range manager couldn't help but apologize quickly, and then explained with a smile:
"Just now, a stranger showed up. He looked awkward in his preparations. After shooting a few times, he took the initiative to switch to a half-range target. We thought he didn't hit the full-range target, so we didn't rush to switch to a new target. Sorry."

"It's ok."

After waving her hand to indicate that it didn't matter, the female police officer squinted her eyes and looked at the target paper in the sight, then frowned and asked in a cold voice:

"I see the holes on the target are quite big. They must have been caused by the gun going beyond its maximum range of more than 30 meters and the nails rolling out of control, right?

Hasn't the department recently emphasized that control is the priority and that unnecessary killing should be minimized? Why are there still people practicing something that will kill you if you hit it?"

(End of this chapter)