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Chapter 71: Wow, Cool!
Chapter 71: Wow, Cool!
Bang! Bang!
Amidst the deafening gunshots, Lyon, who was about to practice shooting for his badge, held his beloved sniper rifle and quickly entered the shooting range of the Police Department.
Due to the strict weapon control in the capital city, cases were typically handled with police batons and whips, rarely requiring firearms. As a result, there weren't many people who practiced shooting.
Moreover, it was a day off, so in the vast shooting range, only three to five positions were occupied, leaving most of the shooting spots were empty.
Perfect! No more waiting in line for gas tanks.
After a satisfied glance at the empty range, Lyon greeted the staff member in charge of inspecting firearms and distributing ear protection, then carried two large boxes of nails and found the nearest shooting position to the gas tank area, where he knelt down.
Although Lyon didn't have much free time and couldn't visit the range frequently, he was diligent in his badge practice. He would come here after work and stay until the sun completely set before leaving.
With his dedicated practice, he had already completed more than half of the 5,000 live-fire shots required for the next badge level. He only needed to shoot another two thousand rounds to achieve the next rank, and at an average rate of 2-3 snipes per minute, this would take about thirteen to fourteen more hours.
After a quick calculation of his progress, Lyon didn't start shooting immediately. Instead, he looked up at the sky to check the weather.
It didn't seem like it would rain, so he could probably shoot for another seven to eight hours today. After sunset, he would go home to help Anna pack their belongings, and in the morning, they would hire a carriage to move their things to the Happiness Apartment. Then, he would return to the range and shoot for another four to five hours, which should be enough.
Hmm... Now that I think about it, it's quite fortunate that the Lazy Witch's Rental Broom malfunctioned at this time.
Because he temporarily lacked a protective anomaly, it was inconvenient for him to go on missions, so he could come to the range during work hours. In the morning, he could even arrive a little late without any issues, and he could take the opportunity to move his home—perfect!
After silently praising his good luck, Lyon no longer hesitated. He directly raised the small yellow flag representing the 500-meter range and waved it towards the manager's position.
"Oh..."
Upon seeing the familiar small yellow flag, the two managers glanced at each other and simultaneously sighed, understanding each other's thoughts.
"Stop staring and go get the targets!"
Squinting at the figure on the sniper position and confirming that it was indeed that troublesome guy, the older manager rubbed his forehead and said helplessly, "Better bring a handcart and bring the targets over in bundles. That 'Roll Bullet' always stays until sunset. He's here so early today; this time, he might shoot for a long time."
"I was thinking the same... Oh well... You cover for me for a bit, okay?"
The younger manager, glancing at Lyon in the distance putting on his ear protection and adjusting his firearm, couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart, feeling incredibly unlucky.
...
"Roll Bullet" was a nickname the range managers privately gave to Lyon because, after becoming familiar with the shooting conditions and significantly improving his accuracy, he almost exclusively shot at the 500-meter extended-range targets.
When nails fired from a nail gun exceeded their maximum stable range, they would uncontrollably roll in the air. Thus, Lyon, who specialized in shooting 'Roll Bullets', earned the affectionate nickname 'Roll Bullet' from the managers... and their sincere wish for him to leave early.
The reason was simple: other shooters' bullets would leave a small to medium-sized bullet hole on the target, requiring an average of forty to fifty shots before the target needed to be replaced. However, when Lyon's rolling nails hit the target, they would create a hole the size of a baby's fist.
Even if the hit location is slightly off, it only takes two or three shots to break a wooden target in half. The range manager constantly has to replace the targets, and with the incredible accuracy of the 'Roll Bullet', serving him is far more troublesome than serving ten other officers combined.
Unbelievable... I thought the Sunday shift would be a relaxing one, but it turned out to be a real chore..."
Pushing a cart stacked with targets, the young manager sighed and returned to the control room. With a pained expression, he asked:
"How's the 'Roll Bullet's' accuracy today?"
"It's incredibly accurate. I've almost shattered fifty targets already, but that's not the worst part."
The older manager, rubbing his furrowed brow, replied with a headache:
"I just asked the ammunition department. The 'Roll Bullet' took two full boxes of nails, which adds up to over a thousand rounds!"
"A thousand rounds? Does that mean he plans to shoot all day?"
Hearing this terrifying number, the young manager gasped in shock. His head buzzed, and he felt his own head throbbing in pain. He clenched his teeth and said:
"Shooting for eight hours straight... The gun butt will break our bones! Doesn't he fear pain?"
"I don't know if he fears pain, but if he intends to shoot all day, you and I will surely tire ourselves to death here."
"..."
"No way! We can't let him shoot here all day!"
Glancing at the unusually heavy special wooden targets on the cart, the young manager's arms ached at the thought of replacing them hundreds of times that day. He stood up, frowning and glaring, and shouted:
"Let's go! We're going to ask him to change locations!"
"..."
So, you're going to beg for mercy? Why are you so aggressive when asking for a favor? The older manager, speechless, glanced at his colleague but didn't object. Instead, he stood up, ready to accompany him and plead for some leniency, hoping to redirect the burden to someone else and save his osteoporosis-ridden bones.
However, before they could step out of the control room, an unexpected situation arose with the 'Roll Bullet'. A familiar figure, someone they both knew well, approached the 'Roll Bullet's' shooting position before them.
It was... Isa from the Secret Investigation Bureau? Seeing the female officer standing behind the 'Roll Bullet', her face full of unspoken words, the two managers exchanged glances, both recalling a rumor they had heard the day before.
At noon yesterday, the Secret Investigation Bureau's beauty, Isa, had carried her meal tray and sat across from a man. Surprisingly, the man seemed to reject her advances, and instead of embracing this unexpected fortune, he changed his seat.
Even more astonishing, Isa, who shared a surname with a high-ranking military official and undoubtedly had a powerful background, boldly followed the man, resembling a persistent, love-struck woman. Many people were left stunned by her bold actions.
Although the two eventually argued and parted ways, with Isa even slamming down her meal tray in anger, several witnesses saw her return and stand at the cafeteria entrance, gazing longingly at the man...
Hiss... So, that man... is the 'Roll Bullet'? The young manager felt like a juicy scandal was about to unfold before him. His colleague, who no longer felt any soreness in his arms, looked on with gleaming eyes.
"Why don't we... wait a bit longer?"
"Agreed!"
(End of Chapter)
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