Chapter 72: 71 Wow Cool Wow Cool~

71 Wow Cool Wow Cool~

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Amid a series of deafening, enormous gunshots, Hearing Li Ang, who was preparing to grind out his badge, picked up his beloved sniper rifle and strode into the police department's shooting range.

And because the capital's weapon control was rather strict, police batons and whips were generally enough to handle ordinary cases, and situations requiring firearms were rare, so there weren't many people who practiced shooting in the first place.

On top of that, today was still a day off, so in this enormous shooting range, only three or five lanes had people in them, and the vast majority of the firing positions were empty.

Empty is great~ Finally no lining up to get air canisters.

After taking a satisfied look at the empty shooting range, Hearing Li Ang greeted the person in charge of inspecting firearms and distributing ear protection, then immediately carried two whole big boxes of nails, found the lane closest to the air canister area, and lay down.

Although he didn't have much free time and didn't come to the range very often, when it came to grinding out his badge progress, Hearing Li Ang naturally wouldn't slack off. Generally, as long as he got off work, he would come lie down here, shooting until the sun completely set before leaving.

Thanks to his fairly diligent practice, he had already shot more than half of the 5,000 live-fire rounds needed to advance his shooting badge. He only needed to fire a little over two thousand more to complete the advancement. Calculating at an average rate of 2-3 sniper shots per minute, these two thousand-plus shots would still take roughly thirteen or fourteen more hours.

After roughly calculating the progress, Hearing Li Ang didn't immediately start shooting, but first looked up at the color of the sky.

Looks like it won't rain either, so today he can probably shoot for another seven or eight hours. After it gets dark, go home and help Anna pack things up, hire a carriage in the morning to haul the household goods to the Happiness Apartment side, then come back here to shoot for another four or five hours, and it should be about right.

Hmm... thinking about it this way, the Witch's Broom malfunctioning was actually quite timely.

Precisely because he was temporarily without his protective anomalous object and it wasn't convenient for him to take on missions, he could come over to the range during work hours. In the morning, he could also justifiably arrive a little late, taking the opportunity to move house. Simply perfect~

After secretly praising his own good luck, Hearing Li Ang didn't continue to delay, and directly raised the small yellow flag representing five hundred meters, waving it toward the administrator's location.

"Sigh..."

And upon seeing that familiar small yellow flag, the two administrators first exchanged a glance, then sighed in perfect unison.

"Stop staring, hurry up and go get the targets!"

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

"Best bring a handcart, just bring them over in bundles. Sigh... 'Rolling Bullet' stays until the sun sets every time. Coming over this early today, this round he's probably going to shoot for a long time."

"I think so too... sigh... you cover for me for a bit, okay!"

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

……

"Rolling Bullet" was the nickname the range administrators privately gave Hearing Li Ang, because after he got familiar with the range's shooting conditions and his hit rate greatly improved, he almost exclusively shot the five-hundred-meter extreme-range targets.

And once the nails fired from the nail gun exceeded the maximum stable range, they would uncontrollably tumble sideways through the air. Therefore, Hearing Li Ang, who exclusively shot "rolling bullets," was honorably awarded the administrators' affectionate nickname "Rolling Bullet"... along with their urgent wish for him to get lost as soon as possible.

It wasn't for any other reason—other people's shots hitting the target would usually only leave a small, medium-sized bullet hole, and changing the target once every forty or fifty shots on average was enough. But once the sideways-tumbling nails from extreme range hit the target, they started with a hole the size of a baby's fist.

And if the hit location was particularly unlucky, just two or three shots could blast a wooden target clean in half at the waist, forcing the range administrators to constantly replace it with new targets. Combined with "Rolling Bullet's" quite astonishing hit rate, serving him was simply more troublesome than serving ten other officers combined.

Really... thought he could have a quiet shift on Sunday, and it turned into a grueling job...

Pushing the small cart piled high with targets, sighing nonstop as he returned behind the operating console, the younger administrator asked with a miserable face:

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

"Feel is shockingly good. He's already smashed nearly fifty targets, but that's not the worst part."

After rubbing his tightly furrowed brow, the older administrator said with an immense headache:

"I just took the chance to ask the ammunition side. 'Rolling Bullet' collected two whole big boxes of nails today, adding up to over a thousand rounds!"

"How much? Over a thousand rounds? You mean he's planning to shoot all day?!"

Hearing this terrifying number, the younger administrator sharply sucked in a cold breath, feeling his head buzz all at once and start aching along with it, and said through gritted teeth:

"Shooting targets for eight hours straight... the recoil of the stock could break bones! Isn't he afraid of dying from the pain?"

"I don't know if he'll die from the pain, but if he's really planning to shoot all day, you and I are definitely going to work ourselves to death here."

"..."

"No way! Absolutely can't let him shoot here all day!"

Looking at the unusually heavy special wooden targets on the cart, and thinking that he might have to replace these things several hundred times today, the younger administrator's shoulders immediately started aching. He slammed the target and stood up, glaring furiously as he shouted angrily:

"Let's go! We're going to beg him to move somewhere else!"

"..."

So you're planning to go beg for mercy, why do you have so much fighting spirit when begging for mercy?

After glancing speechlessly at his colleague, the older administrator didn't speak out against it, but stood up as well, preparing to go help plead their case too, to see if they could redirect the disaster to someone else and save his own osteoporosis-ridden old bones.

However, before the two could even walk out of the operating room, something happened on "Rolling Bullet's" side—a figure they were quite familiar with had actually approached "Rolling Bullet's" firing position one step ahead of them.

That's... Miss Yisha from the Secret Investigation Bureau?

Seeing the female officer standing behind "Rolling Bullet" with a face full of words she couldn't quite say, the two administrators couldn't help but exchange a glance, almost simultaneously recalling the rumor they heard yesterday.

Yesterday at noon, the bureau's beauty from the Secret Investigation Bureau carried a tray and voluntarily sat down across from a man, but the other party seemed to find her very distasteful, and actually didn't accept this blessing that flew to him, instead voluntarily switching seats.

Even more outrageous was that Miss Yisha, who shared a surname with a military big shot and whose background was definitely not simple, actually had the nerve to follow him again, just like a clingy stalker, truly dropping the jaws of many onlookers.

Although in the end the two seemed to have had an argument and parted on bad terms, with the bureau's beauty so angry she even flipped her tray, quite a few people saw her come back again, standing foolishly at the cafeteria entrance gazing longingly at the other party...

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

Feeling that a sensational piece of gossip was about to reveal its juicy details right before his eyes, the younger administrator instantly found his shoulders no longer sore and his arms no longer aching, and spiritedly looked toward his colleague beside him whose eyes were likewise shining.

"How about... we wait a bit longer?"

"Deal!"