I! Cleaner!

The holes on the target are not small?

After hearing the female police officer's question, the administrator in charge of changing the target was slightly startled.

Does that mean that the boy not only hit the target, but also hit it more than once?

Unbelievingly, he picked up the telescope hanging around his neck and looked at the position of the target. His eyes widened suddenly, and his face was full of disbelief.

Over-range shooting, six shots on target?

That young man shot at the over-range target of 500 meters, and he only shot a little over 20 shots in total? He can achieve a hit rate of nearly one-third?

This... The police department is not a military department that specializes in playing with guns. In terms of fighting, there may be no difference. There are very few people who can shoot so accurately with guns.

There are more than 30,000 police stations in the whole capital. I am afraid that there are not even two hands of people who can shoot over-range targets and guarantee a certain hit rate! Really... How old is that young man just now? Could it be that he really started to touch guns since his mother's womb?

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Looking at the administrator whose expression kept changing, as if he had discovered that Teddy was pressing the Tibetan Mastiff to shoot crazily, the female police officer could not help but frown deeply, and then she explained:

"Don't be nervous, I just saw the target that man shot at, and asked casually, I didn't mean to cause trouble to him.

It's not good to practice such dangerous things, but as long as he doesn't use it when performing tasks, I can't control it!"

"Ah? Oh oh!"

The shooting range administrator who almost didn't hear what the female police officer said clearly, came back to his senses from the shock, and remembered the previous conversation between him and his colleague, his black face suddenly flushed.

He dared to ask for a 500-meter target, that is, he was really confident that he could hit it, and the two of them saw that he was young, first took advantage of their seniority and persuaded him to change to a half-distance target, and then didn't even bother to look at the target, and directly concluded that he couldn't hit it with a single shot. Now think about it, it's really embarrassing.

After hesitating for a few words, the administrator, who was full of shame, left in a hurry and ran back to change the target. The female police officer took this opportunity to check the registration form at the entrance of the shooting range.

"The last person... Leon... Leon Ryan?"

Seeing the familiar surname, the female police officer's already frowned and raised a delicate little "chuan" character.

Ryan... How come he is from the Duke of Lionheart's family again?

...

The next morning, just after dawn, the hardworking worker Leon walked on the way to work again accompanied by the cold wind of late autumn.

It's not that Leon has to remember to get up so early, but from the Veteran Lane where his family lives to the municipal office area where the Cleanup Bureau is located, it is about five or six kilometers away. If you want to walk there on your own, it will take about an hour, so naturally you can only get up early from bed.

As for why he didn't take public transportation such as trams or steam carriages... I can only say that although public transportation is nominally "public", the extremely high fee of one copper wheel per three kilometers has directly excluded more than 50% of the residents in the capital from riding.

After joining the Cleanup Bureau, although Leon earned more than 60,000 copper wheels a year, he was not unable to afford this thing, but the "Gott" cigarettes he bought for Black Goat were too expensive. A pack cost as much as three silver wheels. Not only did he spend all the two gold wheels of field subsidies, but he almost emptied his money.

Although it was hard to walk an hour to work in the cold wind, it was obviously happier than the hardship of having no money in his pocket. Moreover, walking to work on foot did not seem to be completely without benefits... At least he could drink a cup of hot coffee.

"Boss, a cup of strong coffee and two slices of thin bread."

Leon, who huddled up to avoid the cold wind, skillfully got into the tent of the coffee stall, carefully untied the scarf around his neck, and found a seat closest to the stove to sit down.

After nodding to Leon, the "regular customer", the owner of the coffee stall tightened his apron on the surface, but secretly pulled out the warming drawer containing the ham slices to let out the meat aroma inside, and then asked with a smile:

"Okay~ Where's the butter? Do you want ham slices?"

"..."

Looking at the smiling face of the profiteer at the coffee stall, Leon couldn't help but hesitate.

If you don't add butter and just coffee, you can finish this breakfast for half a copper wheel. If you add butter, you need one copper wheel, and if you add ham slices, you have to pay another copper wheel.

And the fare from home to the cleaning bureau is only two copper wheels in total. If you buy butter and ham, then the five kilometers you have walked in vain.

But...

Smelling the warm and sweet aroma of butter in the air, and the sizzling and melting fat of the ham slices, the two words "no" suddenly became lazy, and he was unwilling to crawl out of his lips no matter what.

"Well, today is not as cold as yesterday, and there are not many customers. I fried more ham slices, and I may not be able to sell them all..."

As if seeing through Leon's struggle, the honest-looking profiteer boss smiled and suggested:

"How about...if you add ham slices today, I will charge you half a copper wheel less, just as a preferential price for old customers, you can also take care of my business, how about it?"

"..."

"Add! Brush the butter thicker!"

Finally, he couldn't resist the temptation of fat. Leon touched his shriveled wallet, looked at his thin arms, and nodded fiercely with gritted teeth.

There are still three days until the payday of the Cleanup Bureau. After deducting the money for treating the red-haired director to drinks, he estimates that he can still get seven or eight gold wheels in his account, so he doesn't need these two copper wheels!

In addition, after getting the new anomaly that the director has exchanged for, he still has to go to the water power company for investigation. He probably won't be able to use the free canteen of the police department for lunch. If he doesn't eat something good in the morning, how can he have the energy to run field work?

"Okay~"

After nodding with a smile, the profiteer boss took out the few remaining ham slices, drizzled some homemade sauce on them, and spread them on the stone slab above the charcoal stove with the bread. Seeing this, Leon, who has been used to being frugal in recent years, felt a little pain in his heart.

In order to make himself feel better, Leon had to raise his head, not looking at the two "copper wheels" being heated on the stone slab, and chatted with the boss.

"Boss, what's your name?"

"Charle, the Charle from Charle Department Store."

Anyone who can run a small stall outside is naturally not a social phobic. The profiteer boss responded with a smile:

"Customer, don't use the honorific, just call me Old Charle."

Charle Department Store...Charle Company?

This name, isn't it the bastard water company that pours sewage into the public water pipes!