Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 71 Wow cool wow cool
"Bang!" "Bang!"

Amid the deafening roar of gunfire, Leon, who was preparing to get his badge, walked quickly into the police department's shooting range with his favorite sniper rifle.

Since weapons are strictly controlled in the royal capital, batons and whips are sufficient to handle most cases, and there is rarely a need to use firearms, so not many people can practice shooting.

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

It’s good to have it empty ~ finally I don’t have to queue up to get a gas tank.

After looking at the empty shooting range with satisfaction, Leon said hello to the person in charge of checking guns and distributing earmuffs, then he took two large boxes of nails and lay down at a target position closest to the gas storage area.

Although he didn't come to the shooting range very often because he had little free time, Leon certainly wouldn't slack off when it came to progressing on his badges. He would usually come and shoot as soon as he got off work, and would not leave until the sun had completely set.

With his diligent practice, he had already completed more than half of the 5000 live-fire shootings required for the shooting badge advancement. He only needed to fire another 2 rounds to complete the advancement. Based on the average frequency of 3- sniper shots per minute, these rounds of shooting would take about another thirteen or fourteen hours.

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

It doesn't look like it will rain, so I can still play for about seven or eight hours today. After dark, I'll go home to help Anna pack up. Tomorrow morning, I'll hire a carriage to take my belongings to Happy Apartment, and then I'll come back and play for another four or five hours. I think that's enough.

Hmm... when you think about it, the witch's broom failed at a very timely moment.

Because I don't have any abnormal objects to protect me, it's not convenient for me to go out on missions, so I can come here to shoot during working hours. In the morning, I can be late for a while and take the opportunity to move my family. It's perfect~
After secretly praising his good luck, Lyon did not delay any further. He directly raised the small yellow flag representing 500 meters and waved it towards the administrator's location.

"Ugh……"

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

"Stop looking and go get the target!"

Squinting his eyes, he looked at the figure in the sniper position. After confirming that it was indeed the troublesome guy, the older administrator rubbed his brows and said helplessly:
"It's better to bring a wheelbarrow and bring them here in bundles. Sigh... The 'rolling bullets' always fight until the sun sets. We're here so early today. It might take a long time this time."

"I thought so too... Hey... just help me out for a while!"

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

……

"Rolling Bullet" was the nickname given to Leon privately by the range managers because after he became familiar with the shooting conditions at the range and his hit rate improved significantly, he almost exclusively shot at targets beyond the 500-meter range.

Once the nails shot out of a nail gun exceed the maximum stable range, they will roll uncontrollably in the air. Therefore, Leon, who specializes in "rolling bullets", is honored to be nicknamed "Rolling Bullet" by the administrators... and they eagerly hope that he can get out as soon as possible.

There is no other reason. When other people's shooting hits the target, it usually only leaves a bullet hole of moderate size. On average, it is enough to change the target after forty or fifty shots. However, once the nail that rolls sideways after exceeding the travel range hits the target, the initial hole is a hole the size of a baby's fist.

Even if the hit position is relatively small, only two or three shots are needed to break a wooden target in half. The shooting range manager has to constantly replace new targets. Taking into account the amazing hit rate of the "rolling bullet", serving him is more troublesome than serving ten other police officers.

Really... I thought I would have a free day on Sunday, but it turned out to be a chore... Pushing the cart full of targets, the young administrator sighed and returned to the operating table, and asked with a sad face:

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

"It feels amazing, I've broken nearly fifty targets, but this is not the most fatal thing."

After rubbing his tightly knitted brows, the older administrator said with a headache:
"I just found some time to ask about the ammunition. 'Rolling Bullet' received two large boxes of nails today, which add up to more than a thousand rounds!"

"How many? Over a thousand rounds? Does that mean he plans to shoot all day?!"

After hearing this terrifying number, the young administrator took a deep breath and felt his head buzzing and aching. He gritted his teeth and said:

"Eight hours of target shooting... the butt of the gun hit back and broke all the bones! Isn't he afraid of the pain?"

"I don't know if it hurts him or not, but if he really plans to fight all day, you and I will definitely die of exhaustion here."

"..."

"No! We can't let him fight here for a whole day!"

After looking at the unusually heavy special wooden target on the cart, the young administrator's shoulders ached when he thought that he might have to replace it hundreds of times today. He slammed the target and said angrily with a frown:
"Let's go! Let's ask him to change places!"

"..."

So you are going to beg for mercy? Why are you so aggressive in begging for mercy?
After glancing at his colleague speechlessly, the older administrator did not object, but stood up and prepared to plead for mercy, to see if he could divert the blame to other people and save his own osteoporotic old bones.

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

Is that... Isa from the Secret Investigation Bureau?
Seeing the female police officer standing behind "Rolling Bomb" with a look of wanting to say something but stopping herself, the two administrators couldn't help but look at each other, and almost at the same time remembered the rumors they heard yesterday.

Yesterday at noon, the beauty of the Secret Investigation Bureau took a tray and took the initiative to sit opposite a man, but the man seemed to be disgusted and did not accept this unexpected good fortune. Instead, he took the initiative to change his seat.

What's even more outrageous is that Isa, who has the same surname as the military boss and definitely has a complicated background, shamelessly followed him again, just like a nymphomaniac who actively pestered others, which really shocked many people.

Although the two of them seemed to have quarreled in the end and parted unhappily, and the Secret Investigation Bureau's Bureau Flower was so angry that she even knocked over the dinner plate, many people saw her come back again and stand at the entrance of the cafeteria staring at the other person infatuatedly...

Hiss...so that man...is the "rolling bullet"?
Feeling like there was a huge melon about to reveal its tender flesh in front of him, the younger administrator suddenly felt no more pain in his shoulders and arms, and looked at his colleague beside him, whose eyes were also shining, with full energy.

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

"Okay!"

(End of this chapter)