Chapter 32: 32 Charle Company

32 Charle Company

The holes on the target "are not small"?

Hearing the policewoman's question, the administrator responsible for changing the target couldn't help but pause slightly.

Does that mean that kid didn't just hit it by luck, but hit it more than once?

Not believing in evil, he picked up the telescope hanging around his neck and looked at the target's position. The administrator's eyes couldn't help but widen, and his face was full of disbelief.

Over-range shooting, six hits out of twenty?

That young man hit the five-hundred-meter over-range target, and he only shot a little over twenty times in total? He was actually able to achieve a hit rate of nearly one-third?

This... the Police Department is not the Military Department that specializes in playing with guns. In terms of fighting, it might be about the same, but there are very few people who can shoot so accurately.

Adding up all the more than 30,000 people in the various police branches of the entire Capital, there are probably not even ten people who can hit over-range targets and guarantee a certain hit rate! Seriously... how old was that young man just now? Could it be that he really started touching guns in his mother's womb?

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Looking at the administrator whose expression changed again and again, as if he had discovered a Teddy bear frantically outputting against a Tibetan Mastiff, the policewoman couldn't help but frown deeply, then asked for an explanation:

"You don't need to be nervous, I just saw the target that person hit and asked casually, I didn't mean to trouble him."

"Practicing this kind of dangerous thing is not very good, but as long as he didn't use it when performing a mission, then I can't control it!"

"Ah? Oh, oh!"

Almost not hearing what the policewoman was saying, the shooting range administrator, who had recovered from the shock, remembered the conversation between himself and his colleague, and his black face instantly turned red.

He dared to ask for a five-hundred-meter target because he really had the confidence to hit it. But the two of them saw that he was young, first used their seniority to persuade him, insisted that he change to a half-range target, and later didn't even bother to look at the target, directly concluding that he couldn't hit a single shot. Now that I think about it, it's really shameful.

After mumbling a few words, the ashamed administrator walked with the same hand and foot, ran away, and went to change the target. And the policewoman took advantage of this time to check the registration form at the entrance of the shooting range.

"The previous person... Li Ang... Li Ang Laien?"

Seeing that familiar surname, the policewoman's already tightly locked brows couldn't help but bulge into a small, delicate "chuan" shape.

Laien... why is it someone from the Lionheart Duke's family again?

Early the next morning, just as the sky was dawning, the hardworking worker Li Ang walked on the way to work again with the cold wind of late autumn.

It wasn't that Li Ang had to get up so early, but from the Veteran Alley where he lived to the municipal office area where the Cleanup Bureau was located, it was about five or six kilometers away. If he wanted to walk there, it would take about an hour, so he naturally had to climb out of bed early.

As for why he didn't take public transportation like a tram or a steam carriage... it can only be said that although public transportation is "public" in name, the super high fee of an average of one copper wheel every three kilometers has directly excluded the right to ride for more than 50% of the residents of the Capital.

And Li Ang, who joined the Cleanup Bureau, although he had an annual income of more than 60,000 copper wheels, couldn't afford to take this thing. But the "Gao Te" cigarettes he bought for the Black Goat were too expensive, costing three silver wheels per pack. Not only did he spend all the two gold wheels of field subsidies, but he was also almost emptied of the money in his hands.

Although it was hard to walk for an hour in the cold wind to work, compared to the hardship of having no money in his pocket, the former was obviously happier. And walking to work didn't seem to be without benefits... at least he could drink a cup of hot coffee.

"Boss, a cup of strong coffee, two slices of thin bread."

Li Ang, who was shrinking his body to avoid the cold wind, skillfully drilled into the coffee stall's tent, carefully untied the scarf around his neck, and found a seat closest to the stove.

After nodding to Li Ang, this "regular customer," the coffee stall owner tightened his apron on the surface, but secretly pulled the insulation drawer containing ham slices outward, letting the meat fragrance inside dissipate, before asking with a smile:

"Alright~ How about butter? Do you want to add ham slices?"

"..."

Looking at the smiling face of the profiteer at the coffee stall, Li Ang couldn't help but hesitate.

If he didn't add butter and only had coffee, he could finish this breakfast for half a copper wheel. If he added butter, it would be one copper wheel, and if he added ham slices, he would have to pay another copper wheel.

And the fare for him to take a car from home to the Cleanup Bureau was only two copper wheels in total. If he brushed butter and added ham, his five kilometers would be walked in vain.

But...

Smelling the warm and sweet butter fragrance in the air, and the greasy fragrance that was captured when the fat of the ham slices sizzled and gradually melted at high temperature, the word "no" suddenly became lazy, and it didn't want to crawl out of his lips at all.

"How about this, it's not as cold as yesterday, and there aren't many guests. I fried more ham slices, and they might not be sold out..."

Seeming to see through Li Ang's struggle, the honest-looking profiteer boss laughed and suggested:

"How about... if you add ham slices today, I'll charge you half a copper wheel less, just as a discount for old customers. You can also take care of my business, how about it?"

"..."

"Add! Brush the butter thicker!"

In the end, he couldn't resist the temptation of fat. Li Ang touched his shriveled wallet, looked at his thin arms, and nodded fiercely with gritted teeth.

There are still three days until the Cleanup Bureau's payday. After deducting the money for treating the red-haired director to a drink, he should have seven or eight gold wheels in his account, so he doesn't care about these two copper wheels!

Besides, after I get the new anomalous object the Director exchanged for me today, I still have to go to the Water Company to investigate. I probably won't be able to mooch a free meal at the Police Department's cafeteria at noon, so if I don't eat something decent in the morning, how will I have the energy to run field missions?

"Alright~"

After nodding with a smile, the profiteer boss took out the remaining ham slices, skillfully drizzled some homemade sauce, and spread them on the stone slab above the charcoal stove with the bread, which made Li Ang, who had been frugal for the past few years, feel a hidden pain in his heart.

In order to make himself feel better, Li Ang had to look up, not looking at the two "copper wheels" being heated on the stone slab, and chatted with the boss to find something to say.

"Boss, what's your name?"

"Charle, the Charle of Charle Department Store."

Those who can run small stalls outside naturally won't be socially anxious. The profiteer boss responded with a smile:

"Guest, don't use honorifics. You can just call me Old Charle."

Charle Department Store... Charle Company?

This name, isn't it the bastard Water Company that pours feces into public water pipes! ===== CHAPTER 33 =====