Chapter 484

【Because you are suspected of asking for money from an opposite-sex partner, you have successfully activated the Black Iron-rank badge "Scumbag"】

【Scumbag: A male human who is not loyal in relationships, establishes intimate relationships with more than one person of the opposite sex at the same time, or tends to pursue profit and pleasure, and has poor character.】

【Wearing effect: Your charm will be slightly increased, but your reputation among members of the opposite sex who want to build a family will decline. However, for some members of the opposite sex with special hobbies, your attractiveness will increase significantly.】

【Advancement route: Continue to ask for money from an intimate opposite-sex partner with whom you have an ambiguous relationship 10 times or more, and this badge will automatically advance to the Bronze-rank badge "Soft Rice Eater";

or by relying on your own outstanding charm, after establishing intimate relationships with 10 members of the opposite sex, this badge will skip the Bronze stage and directly advance to the Silver-rank badge "Sea King."】

【Hidden trait (no need to wear): The mental damage you actively cause to members of the opposite sex will be increased.】

"..."

Mental damage... does the mental shock triggered by an anomalous object count? If it counts, then this badge might be quite practical?

After closing the badge panel speechlessly, and feeling uncomfortable being stared at by the strange eyes of the Secret Investigation Bureau crowd, Li Ang, who had "accidentally gained," didn't dare to stay long. He bit the bullet and argued with the female police officer for a few sentences, and after getting a promise to return the files within three days, he fled in a panic under the gaze of at least a hundred people.

What's wrong with the scoundrel rebel? Why is he acting so weird today?

Looking at Li Ang's back as he left, with his neck hunched and his waist bowed, looking inexplicably embarrassed, the female police officer, who had won a small victory, couldn't help but raise her eyebrows in surprise, and then walked back to the lobby of the Secret Investigation Bureau with a belly full of doubts.

"Isha..."

Watching her walk back with light steps, looking like she was in a pretty good mood, the middle-aged female police officer who had been eating melon for a long time couldn't help but lean over and remind her with a worried look:

"Logically speaking, love is your young people's own business, and I shouldn't interfere, but... you must keep your eyes open and be sure to protect yourself!"

"..."

???

What a joke! Although that scoundrel has his reasons, he is a rebel after all! How could I possibly get involved in that kind of relationship with him?

Without mentioning Li Ang's rebel identity, she just hummed and hawed to respond, and after fooling the senior's outrageous concern, the female police officer walked toward the underground with a speechless face, ready to continue her work.

However, just as she entered the empty interrogation room and adjusted the glaring lights to be a bit softer, ready to start questioning, she heard the door behind her creak.

"Isha?"

After squinting to identify the person and confirming she hadn't found the wrong person, the male police officer holding a stack of files breathed a sigh of relief and beckoned for her to come out and talk.

"What's wrong?"

After following the person out of the interrogation room, the female police officer glanced at the files in the other person's hand and found that they were the files of the martyrs' families that she had handed in this morning—the ones that clearly didn't meet the deduction criteria but had their pensions stopped in advance. Her brows couldn't help but furrow.

"Did the military department return the files and the list? Are they refusing to reissue the pension? Or are they refusing to deal with those derelict consolation officers?"

"Both... they refuse to reissue the pension, and they aren't prepared to deal with the consolation officers."

The male police officer said somewhat helplessly:

"The people from the military department said that being able to provide a pension until the age of sixteen is already reaching the minimum standard. They aren't babysitters and have no obligation to take care of these people for a lifetime.

Based on the average salary standard, as long as one works hard, having enough food and clothing in the capital shouldn't be a problem. If they can't maintain their lives, it's best to look for other reasons and see if these people aren't working hard enough themselves."

Not working hard enough?

If it were someone else, that would be one thing, but that scoundrel rebel almost worked himself to death to support his family, and yet he still almost ended up with his family destroyed? How do you have the nerve to say he isn't working hard enough?

Also, were the pensions for the past six years actually paid out? To say nothing else, just the pension the scoundrel rebel's family was entitled to, half of it was discounted into a house in Veteran's Alley based on the average housing price!

Damn it! That kind of broken house that has been built for at least sixty or seventy years, located far from the core area, surrounded by prisons or factories, and can't even be sold—how do you have the nerve to use the average housing price to offset the pension? The record even brazenly writes that the person concerned agreed?

At the time, they were just a few children whose parents had died, the youngest just weaned and the oldest not even ten years old. Even if they knew they had been cheated, what could they do besides agree?

"I see, thank you."

After hearing the relay, the female police officer was so angry her lungs almost exploded. She barely suppressed her anger, thanked the male police officer who came to notify her, and couldn't help but ask with a dark face: "Can you tell me, who exactly... said those things about not working hard?"

"A supervisor from the Consolation Bureau, his name seems to be Will, Will Lane."

"..."

From now on, the two words I hate most in my life are Lane!

"Buzz..."

【Shooting Expert: Relying on sufficiently outstanding talent and exceptionally arduous practice, you have successfully cultivated an excellent shooting feel. Your shooting level can already be described as masterful.】

【Wearing effect: Relying on the superb techniques you explored yourself and the excellent feel cultivated during diligent practice, your shooting accuracy will be significantly improved when you consciously correct the muzzle aim.】

【Advancement route: After completing 30,000 live-fire shots, this badge will automatically advance to the Gold-rank badge "Shooting Master." Current progress 0/30,000.】

【Hidden trait (no need to wear): As a firearm enthusiast, your shooting stability will be significantly improved when using a familiar sidearm for shooting.】

Finally reached silver...

After opening the badge panel and looking at the 【Shooting Expert】 badge flashing with silver brilliance in the slot, Li Ang first fired two shots while lying on the spot, then retreated from the shooting position, half-excited and half-depressed.

The reason for the excitement goes without saying: it's naturally because the shooting badge's effect has once again achieved a leap-forward improvement after upgrading to silver.

Facing a human-shaped target 500 meters away, no matter how the bronze-level 【Shooter】 practiced and adjusted, it was already the limit to guarantee nine out of ten shots hitting the target stably.

But the two shots fired after the badge upgrade directly reduced the "hit area" by nearly half. Not only could he hit the target 100% of the time, but he could even vaguely adjust the approximate landing point of the bullet, choosing whether to hit the upper or lower part of the target.

This is still a 500-meter target where the nails will roll. If it were changed to a 300-meter target, he could almost guarantee hitting wherever he aimed. Under stable wind speed and lighting conditions, the maximum error probably wouldn't exceed two centimeters!

As for why he would be depressed after such great progress... that's naturally because the subsequent advancement has become even more difficult.

"A full thirty thousand rounds..."

Looking at the four shocking big zeros in the advancement route, Li Ang couldn't help but sigh faintly.

According to his average shooting speed, even if he didn't work or go home every day and stayed in the shooting range the whole time, it would take more than a month to finish shooting these thirty thousand nails.

According to the normal situation where he can only come to shoot for an hour or two after work every day, if he wants to continue to advance, it is estimated that it will take a total of 170 or 180 days. Calculating it, it will take a total of more than half a year. It seems that the shooting badge cannot be improved further in the short term.

Hmm... but he still has to grind it.

Looking at the sky and seeing that the sun hadn't completely set, Li Ang picked up the nail gun again and, under the desperate eyes of the two managers in the distance, lay back on the shooting position once more.

Compared to 【Friend of Demons】, which requires evil souls, and 【Devout Believer】, which requires killing heretics with his own hands, the advancement conditions for the shooting badge couldn't be simpler.

And as long as he undergoes a mere half-year of training, he can possess the level of a "Shooting Master." He is already lucky enough, so what else is there to complain about?

After shooting at the range until dark, Li Ang first sent the sniper rifle back to the Cleanup Bureau, and then walked toward the Happy Apartment.

Because of a certain grandfather who claimed to be "in poor health," he had originally planned to sleep at the Cleanup Bureau, and had even told Anna and the others in advance that he wouldn't be going back for the next two days because he was busy with work.

But since he had obtained 【Devout Believer】, which corresponds to 【Friend of Demons】, he might as well go back and try again. What if the hidden traits of these two badges offset each other, and the doorman grandfather at Happy Apartment changes his mind?

(End of chapter)