Chapter 435: Charles Company

The holes on the target "are not small"?

Hearing the policewoman's question, the shooting range manager couldn't help but be slightly startled.

Does it mean that the kid just now not only hit it, 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 manager's eyes couldn't help but widen, and his face was full of disbelief.

Over-range shooting, six shots on target?

That young man hit the 500-meter over-range target, and he only shot a total of twenty-something shots, right? Actually able to achieve a hit rate of nearly one-third?

This... the Police Department is not a military department that specializes in playing with guns. If it comes to 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 various police branches in the whole capital, there are probably not even two hands full of people who can hit over-range targets and guarantee a certain hit rate! Really... how old was that young man just now? Could it be that he started touching guns in his mother's womb?

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Looking at the manager whose expression changed again and again, and who seemed to have discovered that a Teddy was frantically outputting against a Tibetan Mastiff, the policewoman couldn't help but frown deeply, then explained:

"You don't have to be nervous, I just saw the target he hit and asked casually, I don't mean to find trouble with 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 didn't hear what the policewoman was saying. The shooting range manager, who had recovered from the shock, remembered his previous conversation with his colleague, and his black face couldn't help but turn red instantly.

People dared to want a 500-meter target because they really had the confidence to hit it, and the two of them looked at the young man, first relying on the old to sell the old and strongly persuading him to change to a half-range target, and later even too lazy to look at the target, and directly concluded that he couldn't hit it at all. Now thinking about it, it's really shameful.

After mumbling a few words, the manager, who was full of shame, walked with his hands and feet together, and ran back to change the target in a gray way, while 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 Bobby Laien?"

Seeing that familiar surname, the policewoman's already tightly locked eyebrows couldn't help but bulge a small "chuan" character.

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

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, the hardworking laborer Li Ang walked on the road to work again, accompanied by the cold wind of late autumn.

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

As for why he didn't take public transportation like rail motor cars or steam carriages... it can only be said that although public transportation is nominally "public," the high fee of an average of one copper wheel per three kilometers has directly excluded the right to ride for more than 50% of the residents in the capital.

And Li Ang, who joined the Cleaning Bureau, although he had an annual income of more than 60,000 copper wheels, couldn't afford this thing, but the "Gao Te" cigarettes he bought for the Black Goat were too expensive, costing three silver wheels per pack, not to mention spending all the two gold wheel field subsidies, and almost emptied the money in his hand.

Although walking for an hour to work in the cold wind is hard, compared to the hardship of having no money in his pocket, it is obviously much happier, and walking to work seems not to be entirely without benefits... at least he can drink a cup of hot coffee.

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

Li Ang, who was avoiding 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, the "regular customer," the coffee stall boss tightened his apron on the surface, but secretly pulled the drawer containing ham slices out, letting the meat fragrance inside dissipate, and then asked with a smile:

"Coming right up~ Butter? Do you want to add ham slices?"

"..."

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

If he only had coffee without butter, 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 the car from home to the Cleaning Bureau was only two copper wheels in total. If he brushed butter and added ham, then his five kilometers would be walked in vain.

But...

Smelling the warm and sweet butter fragrance in the air, and the greasy fragrance that grabbed people when the fat of the ham slices sizzled at high temperature and gradually melted, the word "no" suddenly became lazy, and refused to crawl out of his lips no matter what.

"How about this, it's not as cold as yesterday, and there are not many guests coming, I fried more ham slices, not necessarily sold out..."

Seemingly seeing through Li Ang's struggle, the honest-looking profiteer smiled and suggested:

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

"..."

"Add! Butter it thick!"

Finally unable to resist the temptation of fat, Li Ang touched his shriveled wallet and looked at his thin arms, then gritted his teeth and nodded fiercely.

There are three days left until the Cleaning 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!

Also, today after getting the new anomalous object from the Director, he still has to go to the Water Company to investigate. He probably won't be able to bum a free cafeteria meal at the Police Department at noon. If he doesn't eat something good in the morning, how can he have the energy to run field missions?

"Coming right up~"

After nodding and responding with a smile, the profiteer boss took out the remaining ham slices, nimbly poured a little homemade sauce, and spread them on the stone slab above the charcoal stove with the bread, making Li Ang, who had been frugal for several years, feel a hidden pain in his heart.

In order to make himself feel better, Li Ang could only raise his head, not looking at the two "copper wheels" being heated on the stone slab, and chatted with the boss without words.

"Boss, what is your name?"

"Charles, the Charles of Charles Department Store."

Naturally, those who can set up small stalls outside are not socially anxious. The profiteer boss responded with a smile:

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

Charles Department Store... Charles Company?

This name, isn't it the bastard Water Company that poured feces water into public water pipes!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 436 =====