Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 67: The cafeteria lady’s hand is the strongest anomaly

"It is because I am not strong enough that I want to gain my own power as soon as possible. This is also the reason why I did not choose the second option."

After frankly admitting that he had given a bad review, Leon responded with a serious look:
"The second option creates an anomaly that is consumable. It is not my own power. Once it is used up, there will be nothing left. Moreover, it can only be effective against targets who recognize the value of the golden wheel... By the way, do you remember the missions that I was asked to choose before?"

The bloody rain that killed thousands of animals with thirst, the giant beasts that were five meters tall, the sea people living underwater, the sand maggots that could hollow out a mountain...

After recalling the tasks listed by the red-haired chief, Leon said helplessly:

"Almost all of the mission targets you listed for me do not accept gold wheels. Only the sea dwellers still recognize gold, but they also have their own currency and may not fully recognize the value of gold wheels. It is still unclear whether the second anomaly will be effective.

Of course, I can also do what Senior Emma did, only accepting missions that I am confident of handling, and specifically looking for enemies who recognize the value of the Golden Wheel as opponents, but as long as I make a wrong judgment, my strongest anomaly will be directly destroyed.

The power gained from the third option is truly mine. It can be effective in almost all situations. At worst, it can help me save my life and escape. Why wouldn't I choose this?"

"..."

Looking at the red-haired director who seemed to have realized something and had calmed down again, Leon thought about it and swallowed the most important reason back into his stomach.

Although the human brain is located on top, when thinking, we often have to consider the decisions of the buttocks below first.

The red-haired director herself may not realize it, but as the director of the Virgin Cleaning Bureau, in her subconscious, she actually hopes that everyone in the bureau has distinct strengths, so that when problems arise, the corresponding people can be sent to solve them.

But the position of my "butt" is different from hers. For me who is seriously lacking in strength, what I need most now is not the future upper limit, but the combat capability that can ensure safety.

Although the third option is said to be very popular, if something can be so popular, it proves that it is at least suitable for most people and most situations, and the lower limit is basically not bad.

With the Cleanup Bureau's death rate approaching one-tenth each year, if one gave up the current combat power and chose the upper limit for the future, one might be carried away at any time. Even those people in the bureau who chose similar abnormalities might think the same way.

……

"If that's the case, then the third one is okay..."

After taking a look at Leon who was hesitant to speak and vaguely guessing his thoughts, the red-haired director couldn't help but curl his lips and said:
"You really are... you are only sixteen or seventeen years old, but you are used to thinking about things over and over again, worrying about this and that, and not willing to take any risks. You are just like Emma!
Alas... If I had known you would become like this, I shouldn't have let her take you with me!"

Emma senior?
Leon couldn't help but smile when he heard that.

To be honest, my biggest expectation for myself right now is to be like her, to be able to earn a high salary while taking care of my younger brothers and sisters, and to "get by" steadily in the Cleanup Bureau.

"Commander, I don't think what you said is entirely correct."

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, knowing that he had convinced her, Leon, in a good mood, smiled and said:
"Senior Emma is indeed a little too cautious, but an overly cautious personality like her is the easiest to survive safely in the Cleanup Bureau, don't you think?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Whatever you say is right!"

After giving Emma II a cold look, the red-haired director waved his hand and said,

"Go ahead! The General Administration will be able to prepare a new anomaly and send it over in about a week. If it's not suitable by then, don't come and ask me to replace it for you!"

After flicking his finger towards the door and controlling his hair to drive Leon out, the red-haired director recalled all the expressions he had shown during the discussion, and raised his eyebrows thoughtfully.

Tsk... Although some people always say they are cautious, they are actually very arrogant!

His expectation for Leon was just to become an ordinary first-level disaster responder, or an ace employee like Emma who was qualified to be the director of the branch, but he himself probably didn't think so. He was originally hesitant between the second and third options, but when he heard that the second option could only be effective against opponents below the level of True God, his eyes immediately became firm and he made a direct decision.

So even though he didn't say it explicitly, he probably felt that he would continue to grow and would most likely face a true god-level being as his opponent, which is why he had less interest in the second option.

A person with a more cautious personality would not be so meaninglessly arrogant, so the secret he is hiding might be even stronger than he thought!

Little Leon is full of secrets~
After taking a big gulp of the tea in the bottle, the red-haired director leaned back in his chair, staring at the old and peeling ceiling above his head in a trance, thinking with a complicated expression.

So... do you want to take over as the director of the Virgin Cleansing Bureau? Or do you want to take a step up?

……

"I'll just have a baked potato."

Looking at the dazzling array of dishes on the table, Lyon, who had just ordered the main course, couldn't wait to reach out and point at the little amount of stewed beef left.

"One serving of this, and a bowl of white bean stew."

"Okay!"

Although she was not young anymore, the woman serving food in the police department cafeteria had an incredibly steady hand. She reached down to the bottom of the bucket with a large iron spoon covered in sauce, and scooped out a full spoonful of vegetables, which was not enough. She even rubbed a lot of onions and carrots off the bucket wall, and then took out a full spoonful of beef, piling it on Leon's plate with a thud. Then she asked in a loud voice:
"And then? What else?"

"That's enough! That's enough!"

Is that enough? My chickens eat more than you do!
After looking at Leon's thin body, the cafeteria lady couldn't help but frowned, put her hands on her waist and said with dissatisfaction:
"Look at how skinny you are. Others will think the food I cook is terrible! Just stand there! Give me another spoonful!"

After scooping up another full spoonful of beef and putting it on the plate without allowing it to be refused, the old lady, who was as strong as a bear, smacked her lips as she looked at Leon who left with a flattered look on his face, and chatted with the old man next to her with a look of regret:
"Look at this young man. He looks so energetic, but why doesn't he have any weight on his body? It's such a waste of his good looks... Hmm? Little Isa? Why did you come to eat just now?"

"Hey...same as last time..."

After hearing the canteen lady's concerned question, the female police officer who came over with the food tray sighed and said with frustration:
"This morning, we caught a bastard who was causing trouble everywhere. It turned out that he had a very deep background, so we had to let him go. I've been busy with the aftermath...

Well, let's not talk about these things. I'll have rice pudding, apple pie, and beef stew, just as I always have."

"Not enough beef stew..."

After looking back at the vat of beef stew, the cafeteria lady said a little embarrassedly:
"Auntie had reserved some for you, but you never came. Just now, a skinny kid wanted to eat beef stew, so I couldn't help but gave him two more spoonfuls... How about I change it to fried pork chops for you?"

"All right……"

Hearing that her favorite beef stew was gone, the female police officer, who had not eaten or drunk anything since morning and was exhausted from hunger, couldn't help but look down on her face, feeling that nothing was going well for her today.

After leaving with the fried pork chops regretfully, she subconsciously looked around to see which lucky person had snatched her away. Unexpectedly, she saw an extremely familiar back, and saw a mountain of stewed beef on the person's plate.

"Um?!!!"

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(End of this chapter)