Chapter 474

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Amidst the deafeningly loud gunshots, Leon, who was preparing to grind his badge, carried his beloved sniper rifle and walked quickly into the Police Department's shooting range.

And because the weapon control in the capital is quite strict, police batons and whips are enough to deal with general cases, and there are few situations that require the use of firearms, so there are not many people who practice shooting.

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

Empty is good~ Finally don't have to queue to get gas tanks.

After looking at the empty shooting range with satisfaction, Leon greeted the person responsible for checking firearms and distributing ear muffs, then held two full large boxes of shooting nails, found a shooting position closest to the gas area, and lay down.

Although because there is very little free time, he doesn't come to the shooting range very diligently, but for things like grinding badge progress, Leon certainly won't be lazy. Generally, as long as he gets off work, he will come over and lie down, and won't leave until the sun has completely set.

Under his fairly diligent practice, more than half of the 5,000 live-fire shots needed for the shooting badge advancement have been completed. It only takes more than two thousand more shots to complete the advancement, and calculated according to the frequency of completing 2-3 sniper shots per minute on average, these two thousand-plus shots will take about thirteen or fourteen more hours.

After roughly calculating the progress, Leon didn't start shooting immediately, but first looked up at the sky.

It doesn't look like it will rain, so he should be able to shoot for seven or eight more hours today. After it gets dark, he will go home to help Anna pack things, hire a carriage tomorrow morning to pull his belongings to the Happiness Apartment, and then come over to shoot for four or five hours, which feels about right.

Hmm... thinking about it this way, the Witch's Broom malfunctioning came at a really good time.

Because he is temporarily lacking an anomalous object for self-protection, it is not very convenient for him to go on missions, so he can run over to shoot during working hours, and he can also righteously arrive late in the morning, taking the opportunity to move house, simply perfect~

After praising his good luck, Leon didn't continue to delay, directly raised the small yellow flag representing five hundred meters, and shook it toward the location of the administrator.

"Sigh..."

And after seeing that familiar small yellow flag, the two administrators first looked at each other, and then sighed in unison with a tacit understanding.

"Don't stare, hurry up and get the target!"

Squinting his eyes to look at the figure in the sniper position and confirming that it was indeed that troublesome guy, the older administrator rubbed his eyebrows and said helplessly:

"It's best to bring a handcart and take them over in bundles. Sigh... 'Rolling Bullet' hits until the sun sets every time he leaves. Coming over so early today, this time it might take a long time."

"I think so too... Sigh... you help me cover for a while first!"

Looking at Leon in the distance, who had put on his ear muffs and was calibrating his firearm, the younger administrator couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart, feeling that he was really unlucky enough.

"Rolling Bullet" is a nickname the shooting range administrators gave Leon privately, because after becoming familiar with the shooting situation at the shooting range and his hit rate improved significantly, he almost exclusively shot at the five-hundred-meter over-range target.

And once the shooting nail fired by the shooting nail gun exceeds the maximum stable range, it will roll uncontrollably in the air, so Leon, who exclusively shot "Rolling Bullets," honorably received the affectionate nickname "Rolling Bullet" from the administrators... and their earnest expectation that he could roll away earlier.

Nothing else, other people's shooting hits the target, often only leaving a small bullet hole, and changing the target once every forty or fifty shots is enough, but the shooting nail that rolls after over-range once it hits the target, it starts with a hole the size of a baby's fist.

Even if the hit position is relatively tricky, it only takes two or three shots to blow a wooden target in half, and the shooting range administrator has to constantly change new targets. Plus "Rolling Bullet's" quite amazing hit rate, serving him is simply more troublesome than serving ten other police officers.

Really... thought that Sunday's shift could be leisurely, but it turned into a bitter chore... Pushing the small cart full of targets, sighing, he returned to the operation desk, the young administrator asked with a worried face:

"Tell me, how is 'Rolling Bullet's' hand feel today?"

"The hand feel is surprisingly good, he has already shattered nearly fifty targets, but the most fatal thing is not this."

After rubbing his tightly wrinkled eyebrows, the older administrator said with a headache:

"I just took the time to ask about the ammunition side, 'Rolling Bullet' collected two full large boxes of shooting nails today, adding up to more than a thousand rounds!"

"How many? More than a thousand rounds? Does it mean he is prepared to shoot all day?!"

After hearing this terrible quantity, the young administrator gasped, only feeling his head buzz, and it started to ache along with it, gritting his teeth and saying:

"Shooting targets for eight hours straight... the gun butt hitting back can break bones! Is he not afraid of being hurt to death?"

"I don't know if he is hurt to death, but if he is really prepared to shoot all day, you and I will definitely be exhausted to death here."

"..."

"No! Absolutely cannot let him shoot here all day!"

Looking at the heavy, special wooden targets on the cart, thinking that he might have to change this thing hundreds of times today, the young administrator's shoulders became sore, he slammed the target and stood up, looking angry and shouting:

"Go! Let's go beg him to change places!"

"..."

So you are prepared to go and beg for mercy, why are you so imposing when begging for mercy?

After glancing at his colleague speechlessly, the older administrator didn't express opposition, but stood up as well, preparing to help plead, to see if he could lead the disaster to others, and save his own osteoporotic old bones.

However, before the two walked out of the operation room, a situation occurred on "Rolling Bullet's" side, and a figure they were quite familiar with actually approached "Rolling Bullet's" shooting position one step ahead of them.

That is... Yisha from the Secret Investigation Bureau?

Seeing the policewoman standing behind "Rolling Bullet" with a face full of hesitation, the two administrators looked at each other, almost simultaneously remembering the rumors they heard yesterday.

Yesterday at noon, the bureau flower of the Secret Investigation Bureau took a tray and took the initiative to sit opposite a man, but the other party seemed to dislike it, didn't accept this flying peach blossom luck, but took the initiative to change a position.

What is even more outrageous is that Yisha, who shares the same surname as the military bigwig and whose background is absolutely not simple, actually followed up with a thick skin, simply like a lovesick woman who took the initiative to pester, which truly shocked many people's eyeballs.

Although the two seemed to have quarreled in the end and parted on bad terms, and the bureau flower of the Secret Investigation Bureau was so angry that she even dumped the tray, many people saw her come back again, standing at the cafeteria entrance and gazing at the other party infatuatedly...

Sss... so that man... is "Rolling Bullet"?

Feeling that a shocking melon was about to reveal its tender flesh in front of him, the younger administrator's shoulders were no longer sore, his arms were no longer painful, and he looked at his colleague, who was also glowing with excitement, with high spirits.

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

"Got it!"

(End of chapter)