[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-m-the-cleanup-crew":3,"chapter-i-m-the-cleanup-crew-i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-72":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I'm the Cleanup Crew!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2285908,4472,"Chapter 72: 71 Wow, So Cool~","i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-72",72,"\u003Cp>71 Wow, so cool~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bang!” “Bang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid a series of deafening gunshots, Leon picked up his beloved sniper rifle and strode into the Police Department’s shooting range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to strict weapon controls in the capital, ordinary cases were handled with batons and whips; firearm use was rare, so few people practiced shooting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Add to that it was a day off, so only three or five shooting positions were occupied in the vast range, with most stalls empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Empty is good~ Finally no need to wait in line for air tanks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After satisfactorily surveying the empty range, Leon greeted the staff responsible for inspecting firearms and distributing ear protection, then carried two full boxes of nails to a shooting position closest to the air tank area and lay down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he rarely came to the range due to scarce free time, Leon never slacked on badge progress—he’d come straight after work, shoot until the sun fully set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to his diligent practice, he’d already completed over half the 5,000 live-fire shots required for badge advancement; just two thousand more shots would finish it, and at an average rate of two to three shots per minute, he’d need roughly thirteen to fourteen more hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After roughly calculating his progress, Leon didn’t start shooting immediately—he first looked up at the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t look like rain, so he could probably shoot seven or eight more hours today; after dark, he’d go home to help Anna pack, hire a cart tomorrow morning to move his belongings to Happiness Apartments, then return to shoot four or five more hours—perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm… now that I think about it, the Witch’s Broom failing was perfectly timed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he temporarily lacked a protective anomaly item, he couldn’t take missions easily, so he could come shoot during work hours and even arrive late in the morning with a clear conscience, sneakily moving his home—perfect~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After silently praising his luck, Leon wasted no more time—he raised the small yellow flag marking five hundred meters and waved it toward the supervisor’s position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the familiar small yellow flag, the two supervisors exchanged a glance, then sighed in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop staring—go get the targets!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After squinting at the shooter’s silhouette and confirming it was indeed that troublesome guy, the older supervisor rubbed his temples, helplessly saying:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bring a cart—grab bundles and bring them straight over. Sigh… ‘Rolling Bullet’ always leaves at sunset, but today he came early—this might take a long time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought the same… sigh… you cover for me for a bit!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Leon, ear protectors on, calibrating his rifle in the distance, the younger supervisor sighed deeply, feeling utterly unlucky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rolling Bullet” was the nickname the range staff privately gave Leon, because after mastering the range’s conditions and boosting his accuracy, he exclusively targeted the five-hundred-meter long-range targets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once nail rounds exceeded their maximum stable range, they uncontrollably tumbled midair; thus, Leon, who specialized in “Rolling Bullets,” earned the staff’s affectionate nickname… and their fervent wish that he’d roll away soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why? Others’ shots left only small bullet holes; one target lasted forty to fifty shots. But “Rolling Bullets” that hit the target started with holes the size of a baby’s fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the shot landed in a weak spot, just two or three rounds could split a wooden target clean in half—staff had to constantly replace targets. Combined with “Rolling Bullet’s” astonishing hit rate, serving him was more trouble than serving ten other officers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Really… thought Sunday shift would be quiet, turned into a nightmare…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pushing a cart piled high with targets, the younger supervisor trudged back to the control desk, gloomily asking:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, how’s ‘Rolling Bullet’ feeling today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Incredible. He’s already shattered nearly fifty targets. But that’s not the worst part.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After rubbing his tightly furrowed brow, the older supervisor groaned:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I just checked ammo—‘Rolling Bullet’ took two full boxes today, over a thousand rounds!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? Over a thousand? So he plans to shoot all day?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing that terrifying number, the younger supervisor gasped sharply, his head throbbing—he gritted his teeth:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shooting eight hours straight… the rifle butt will break his bones! Doesn’t he fear pain?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know if he’ll die of pain, but if he shoots all day, you and I will die here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…“\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! Absolutely not—he can’t shoot all day!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the heavy custom wooden targets on the cart, imagining replacing them hundreds of times today, the younger supervisor’s shoulders ached—he slammed his fist on the table, glaring fiercely:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on! Let’s go beg him to move!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…“\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So you’re planning to beg… then why do you look so fierce?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The older supervisor gave his colleague a silent look but didn’t object—he stood up, ready to join the plea, hoping to redirect the burden elsewhere and save his osteoporotic bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before either could leave the control room, “Rolling Bullet”’s position had a visitor—a familiar figure approached him ahead of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s… the Secret Investigation Bureau’s Isa?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the female officer standing behind “Rolling Bullet,” hesitating as if wanting to speak, the two supervisors exchanged glances—both instantly recalled yesterday’s rumor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yesterday at noon, the Secret Investigation Bureau’s beauty carried a tray and sat opposite a man—but he clearly disliked it, refusing the unexpected favor and moving away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more absurd: Isa, whose surname matched a military bigwig’s and whose background was undeniably powerful, shamelessly followed him—acting like a lovesick stalker, shocking everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they eventually argued and parted bitterly—Isa even slammed her tray down—many saw her return, standing by the cafeteria door, staring dreamily at him…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh… so that guy… is “Rolling Bullet”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling a massive scandal about to unfold before him, the younger supervisor’s aching shoulders vanished—he perked up, eyes gleaming, glancing at his equally excited colleague.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How about… waiting a bit longer?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Agreed!”\u003C\u002Fp>",964,"2026-06-20T03:18:28.556Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7e06b91d7fd0102ac7f4214a05fcdee480ed134b7d5896d2a414506dd5825f53","i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-73","i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-71",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-the-cleanup-crew-cover.jpg"]