Chapter 190: Last-Minute Preparation
Chapter 190: Last-Minute Preparation
Unexpected bonus?
Holding the small notebook given by the Inspector, Lyon had successfully secured a part-time job as the Warden of Death Row, and his face lit up with a sincere smile as he saw the new badge appear on his panel.
This is a great deal!
Although the new badge was only of Bronze rank, whether it was the effect of wearing it to improve work efficiency or the ability to discover hidden traits of criminals, it was an incredibly useful ability. However, this meant that his badge slots were becoming a bit limited...
Currently, he had a total of six slots. One was permanently occupied by [Materialist], another by [Family Connection] to improve work efficiency, and considering the upcoming undercover mission, [Elite Performer] to enhance his acting skills would also take up a slot, leaving only three slots available.
The remaining slots would have to be shared between badges like [Warden], which helped in finding criminals, [Stablemaster], which allowed him to communicate with Little Ha, [I Am the Devil], which enhanced the effect of Sheep's Head and Sheep's Heart, and [King of Traveling Thrush], which forced him to bow. It might be possible to switch between them temporarily, but there was always the risk of not having enough time.
Hmm... It seems like I should try to get more anomalies to increase the number of badge slots just in case.
"Mr. Leon."
The assistant to the Minister of Public Security gently called out to Lyon, who was slightly distracted after receiving the appointment letter. With a warm tone, he asked, "Are you satisfied with this result?"
"Yes, I'm very satisfied!"
Lyon smiled and withdrew his gaze from the badge panel, then shook hands with the middle-aged man in front of him. "However, aside from this matter, there's something else I need your help with."
Upon hearing Lyon's request, the polite middle-aged man smiled and replied, "You're too kind. Before coming here, the Minister specifically instructed me to accommodate all your requests within my capabilities. Please feel free to tell me what you need."
"In that case, thank you very much!"
Lyon expressed his gratitude, feeling delighted. "I'm wondering if the Police Department has someone who is particularly skilled in unarmed combat?"
A skilled fighter?
The assistant was slightly taken aback by Lyon's request and asked with a puzzled expression, "Mr. Leon, are you looking for a personal bodyguard?"
"No," Lyon shook his head. "I'm not looking for a bodyguard but a teacher in martial arts. Oh, and I don't want someone with great strength; I need someone with exceptional techniques who can quickly teach me some practical combat skills."
...
Technically, with a sniper rifle that could strike from 500 meters away and the Holy Spirit Pendant with a maximum kill radius of nearly 100 meters, Lyon didn't really need to learn close-quarters combat skills.
However, the rogue gang had obtained intelligence about the Holy Spirit Pendant, causing it to be banned, and the sniper rifle wasn't suitable as a regular weapon.
To avoid becoming an ordinary person with no fighting power, Lyon had to take last-minute measures. He decided to use these three days and two nights to cram and see if he could obtain a combat-related badge.
"I see."
After hearing Lyon's request, the assistant thought for a moment and then replied with some uncertainty, "In our Police Department, we don't rely as heavily on firearms as the military does, so we have quite a few officers who are skilled in close combat in recent years.
But combat is very dependent on natural talent, and those with greater strength and speed have a significant advantage. So, someone who truly excels in pure technique... Hmm... I think there is one! Follow me!"
The assistant led Lyon out of the office and down to the first floor of the Police Department headquarters. He pointed to a photo on a display board and said, "Mr. Leon, this is a photo from the department's summer martial arts competition. The three people on the podium are the top three winners, and the third-place winner is the person you're looking for!"
Third place... What the heck?
Lyon couldn't help but gasp as he looked at the photo of the tall woman with a bandage wrapped around her forehead, a large bronze medal with a fist design hanging from her neck, and an unhappy expression on her face as she stood on the podium.
"Is that Isha?"
"Do you know her?"
"Er... I know her, and I think we have a pretty good relationship."
"Great! Now that you've mentioned her name, I can recommend her even more enthusiastically! Miss Isha is not only the beauty of the Secret Investigation Bureau but also a true elite within the Police Department! She excels in every skill, be it shooting, martial arts, driving, or investigation. Her martial arts skills, in particular, consistently rank among the top three!
Additionally, don't be misled by her third-place finish in the competition. There were rules restricting certain moves like attacks on the groin... er... vital areas, which could have significantly influenced the outcome."
"..."
Don't think that just because you didn't finish your sentence, I don't understand. She's particularly skilled at kicking people in the groin, right? Right?
As Lyon's expression became unreadable, the assistant to the Minister of Public Security smiled awkwardly and then summarized, "In any case, if you're asking who the strongest fighter in the Police Department is, I might not be able to give you a definite answer. But if you're asking who has the best combat techniques, it's definitely Miss Isha, without a doubt!"
"..."
In that case... that's true.
Looking at the two "police bears" adorned with gold and silver medals, Lyon couldn't help but nod in agreement after assessing their physiques in comparison to Isha's.
"Then I'll go find her myself. Thank you very much for your recommendation."
"You're welcome."
The middle-aged man, with impeccable manners, smiled and said, "I merely saved you a little time. Since you and Miss Isha are acquaintances, even if I hadn't recommended her, she would have eventually offered to teach you herself."
...
"No teaching! Absolutely not!"
Contrary to the middle-aged man's prediction, when Lyon found the female police officer at the shooting range and expressed his request, he was met with an immediate and resolute refusal.
After tossing the soundproof earmuffs into the storage basket, the female police officer, who had stood him up, now had the audacity to approach him with a request for help. She gritted her teeth and asked, "You have the nerve to come to me? Do you remember what we agreed upon before?"
"..."
What did I agree to with you? Wait, when did I last see you? There have been so many chaotic events lately that I can't quite recall...
"The dungeon! The Secret Investigation Bureau's dungeon!"
Seeing Lyon's confused expression, the female police officer was exasperated. She stomped her foot and said, "I helped you get a one-on-one interrogation with the gang, and then we discovered that our director was part of the gang. In the end, the entire dungeon collapsed... Do you remember now?"
"..."
Oh, right! There was such an incident.
After the female police officer's reminder, Lyon's eyes lit up with realization.
The female police officer wanted to know more about the Scar-faced Director, but Lyon, not wanting to explain the existence of anomalies to her and preoccupied with the rescue mission at the Marasini Rose Manor, casually brushed her off, saying he would tell her tomorrow. The female police officer nodded, stating that she would be waiting for him in her office the next day...
Hmm... It's been almost a week since then, hasn't it? Moreover, the most critical issue is that the female police officer doesn't have any Corruption Value. Her memories of the anomalous events have likely been influenced by the Demon Brain. Therefore, the agreement between Lyon and her has probably been altered beyond recognition.
"This... There have been so many incidents at the Bureau recently that I genuinely can't recall our agreement... Could you remind me again?"
Scratching the back of his head under the female police officer's glare, Lyon requested with a somewhat embarrassed expression, "Also, I'm about to embark on a very dangerous mission, and I can't use firearms. So, I need to learn some temporary combat techniques. The Minister of Public Security's assistant said that you're the best in the Police Department when it comes to combat techniques. So... could you please teach me?"
"..."
"Will you?"
"..."
Seeing Lyon persistently seeking guidance with a thick skin, the female police officer, seething with anger, clenched her fists. She wanted to punch him but ultimately released her fist with a sense of helplessness.
Now that you've said it, what can I do? Can I really not teach him at all and watch him walk to his death?
"Fine..."
Rolling her eyes at this shameless man, the female police officer resigned herself to her fate and sighed. She then picked up her belongings and grumbled, "Wait for me at the gymnasium... Let me make this clear: when I teach combat, it's hands-on. Don't cry if you get hit!"
(End of Chapter)
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