Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 35 Tactical Formation 10
After sincerely giving the black goat a thumbs up, Leon silently calculated its situation and found that the title of the big devil seemed to be well deserved.

Right now, the Black Goat... or the Devil's Horn's recovery level is only 0.4%, and the infection value is already .

Then when the recovery progress of [Devil's Horn] reaches 8%, its infection value will most likely directly reach 1, which is point stronger than the Red-haired Chief's [Love Without Memory].

And if you can gather all seven anomalies to form a complete "devil suit", that would be seven times eight, a total of 56 points of infection value!
[Love Without Memory], with an immersion value of only 7 points, can block the memories of tens of thousands of people at once if used properly. How powerful would the "Devil's Suit" be with a total immersion value of 56 points?

"If I get a chance, I'll try to find it."

It was not known whether it was a promise to the Black Goat or a reminder to himself. After keeping the matter of finding the "Devil Suit" in mind, Leon looked at the time and waved his hand to end the conversation.

Next, he took out the shopping bag he had used to buy Galt cigarettes at the department store and skillfully put the Black Goat in it. Then he picked up the broom floating next to him, tentatively grabbed the broom handle with both hands, and stepped up with one leg.

"Pong"

With the barely perceptible sound of air flow, Leon's butt did not fall on the hard broom handle, but came into contact with a layer of invisible air flow, and his whole body was gently lifted up. At the same time, a hazy air flow barrier quietly condensed twenty or thirty centimeters outside his body.

At this moment, Leon had a vague feeling that this air barrier seemed to be an extension of his will, and could change its appearance according to his thoughts. In addition to being used to block airflow during flight, it should also have other uses, such as...

"Pong!"

A short and fast airflow exploded, and under Leon's conscious manipulation, the airflow shield that had been running smoothly shook slightly and suddenly "exploded" outward. A chaotic storm instantly raged in the small office, blowing everything that could be blown into the air.

After looking at the effect of the airflow explosion, Leon couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.

Flying, shielding, and a little bit of air flow manipulation...

The evaluation given by the badge was correct. The director did help me get an extremely practical anomaly. If combined with the early warning from the sheep's head, my ability to save my life is almost maxed out.

If you encounter danger during future missions, you can raise your hand to cover your face with a stream of air, then immediately turn over and escape under the protection of the airflow shield. You can even set up a sniper from high altitude and hunt down the opponent afterwards.

Don't be afraid of difficulty in aiming during high-altitude sports. As long as you fly high enough, you can rely on the accumulated hit rate provided by [Materialistic Soul]. At most, you can slowly practice one shot at a time, and sooner or later you will hit the target.

Anyway, with the destructive power of a nail gun, as long as the target is not physically strengthened, there will basically be no consequences after being hit by one shot.

Although this variant of the kite tactic sounds inexplicably despicable and even a bit shameless, I don't have Emma's immortality to safely kite from a distance. Do I really have to get close to the enemy and give myself up?
After a brief thought and determining the main tactics for the future, Lyon resisted the urge to go out and tied the shopping bag containing the sheep's head to the broom handle.

Then, he found a long piece of cloth to wrap up the witch's broom, and walked out of the cleaning bureau quickly with the wrapped broom in his hand. According to the original itinerary for today, he headed towards the old city pier.

……

As the largest of the six water power companies in the royal capital, urban water supply is only one of the businesses of Charles Water Power Company. The rest include using water power to manufacture gas storage tanks, cooperating with the Ministry of Agriculture to build irrigation and water diversion projects, cooperating with the Ministry of Road Administration to carry out flood control and drainage and river dredging, as well as maintaining sewage pipes and sewage rivers, etc.

This company, funded by Charles Department Store and with a large number of old nobles as shareholders, and closely cooperating with several municipal authorities in the kingdom, is far beyond the concept of an ordinary company and even assumes some municipal functions. It is undoubtedly a giant company. A large company of this size would not be built casually in the wilderness, but on a small plain upstream of the Bunker River, occupying one of the two locations with the widest view and the most convenient transportation, and even has its own exclusive dock and ferry.

As one of the three main rivers running through the capital, the Bunker River is not only the capital's main water source, but also the most important transportation waterway. There are a large number of docks, ferries and warehouses on both sides of the river, and steam ships with large chimneys are seen on the river in an endless stream.

These mechanical beasts of the industrial age consume vast quantities of coal and whale oil every day, and while spewing out billowing sour white smoke from their chimneys, they transport goods and people back and forth until late at night...

After paying the expensive ticket price of three copper wheels, Lyon leaned over to the lowest deck of the three-decker passenger ship with a broom and a sheep's head in hand. He stood in the cheap cabin filled with sweat and mildew and illuminated only by a dim steam lamp for more than an hour before boarding the exclusive ferry of the Charles Hydraulic Company.

"You are really... I have never seen anyone as stingy as you!"

After leaving the extremely crowded ferry and seeing fewer people around, the black goat, who was dizzy from the smoke, couldn't help but complain:

"It's so fucking stinking! The bastard with sweaty feet next to you even took off his shoes! Damn it! My nose is full of a foul stench now!
Please, seriously, the lower cabin stinks! When we finish investigating and come back, can you please sit a little higher up?"

“It’s too expensive to sit on it.”

"It's expensive!"

Seeing that Leon was so stubborn, Black Goat couldn't help but say angrily:

"We didn't let you sit in the VIP cabin of a silver ship! We let you sit in the standard cabin on the middle deck! The ticket for the standard cabin is only five bronze ships!

Think about it! Just spend two more copper wheels, not only will you have a place to sit, but it will also be ventilated. Isn't this better than being pickled in the can of salted fish in the lower cabin?"

"..."

After hearing the question from Black Goat, Leon smelled the sour smell on his body and hesitated for a moment. But after thinking about the owner of the coffee stand with the same name as Charles Company and the cup of coffee that warmed him from the inside out in the morning, he finally shook his head.

"Well, it doesn't matter if it's a little smelly. Two copper wheels are enough for me to have breakfast for two days, and I can also add a fried ham slice."

"You look like ham to me! Eat, eat, eat! I'll eat you to death! Ah!!!"

Seeing that Leon had made up his mind to go back in the damn lower cabin, Black Goat had no choice but to blow his nose hard to get rid of the lingering stench, and then swore with despair in his eyes:

"Damn it! Wait till we get our strength back!

When the time comes, we must guard this stinking river every day, and when a boat passes by, we will lift up the boat cover and kill all the bastards who take off their shoes in the cabin!"

(End of this chapter)