179 Dual g*n Loli!
Although Master said that Rebecca is trustworthy, Leon wasn’t really letting his guard down.
It’s not that he didn’t trust Master, but the traitor who stabbed him in the back years ago was one of Rebecca’s trio, making it hard for him to breathe easy.
Better to keep an eye out, always.
With his sunglasses on, Leon wound his way through various little roads and alleys, twisting left and right until he arrived at a standalone apartment.
So this is Rebecca’s home.
How was Leon so sure she hadn’t moved in the past three years?
He glanced over at a corner of the yard.
There it was—a ridiculously huge cannon.
Surely no normal person would keep a cannon powered by fire element magic in their yard, right?
Leon pulled his gaze away from the cannon and circled around the apartment.
No one was home.
“At this time, she should still be out on a mission.”
Muttering to himself, Leon made his way to the back door.
He tried turning the doorknob.
Click—
The door creaked open.
Leon was mildly shocked. “How can this reckless girl still be so careless? What if a thief breaks in?”
But then he thought, who would dare to steal from the home of a top artillery master from the Dragon Slayer Army?
Probably thinks they’d live past their expiration date!
Leon stepped inside through the back door and into the living room.
The place looked a bit messy.
Various plush toys and laundry were thrown about on the sofa.
If Roswiser saw this, she’d probably just roll her eyes and do a Dragon Flame spell to save everyone the trouble of tidying up.
Hiss—
Why was he thinking about that Mother Dragon again?
Missing someone is one thing, but starting to miss them just a few hours after parting? Isn’t that a bit too eager?
Leon shook his head, clearing away the chaotic thoughts, and continued to examine Rebecca’s space.
On the coffee table were a pile of disassembled handgun parts, along with a training empty shell casing.
Rebecca was a chatterbox, always chattering away, so when she was alone, she needed to find a way to deal with her loneliness.
Thus, she developed a unique hobby:
g*n assembly.
She’d take a complete handgun, take it apart, put it back together, take it apart again, and repeat the cycle.
The process was incredibly boring and dull, but she could quietly entertain herself with it for an entire night.
As an artillery master, understanding the mechanics of g*n assembly is indeed essential.
Leon plopped down on the sofa and picked up some parts from the coffee table, trying to assemble them.
Rebecca had taught him how to assemble guns before.
Although he didn’t have her speed and skill, he managed to put together a handgun thanks to his impressive memory.
It was a classic close-range g*n, small yet powerful, loved by many female artillery masters—
Except for Rebecca.
She preferred big, imposing pieces that could be heard from 800 miles away with the first shot.
So this small handgun was merely a toy for her to k*ll time.
Leon stood up, glancing around the room, and a spark of inspiration struck.
…
Two ponytails swayed with the brisk steps of the girl, bobbing up and down behind her.
She had a loli’s physique but wore an ensemble that screamed “cool older sister”—a black short vest, a white tank top underneath, and super short shorts. Though she was short, her legs were perfectly proportioned and had just the right amount of meat on them.
Cradled in her arms was a big shopping bag, filled to the brim with snacks and fruits.
“Good afternoon, Rebecca,” greeted a neighbor.
The ponytailed girl paused, responding enthusiastically, “Good afternoon, Mrs. Harry! You look younger than yesterday! What magic are you using? Can you teach me?”
Mrs. Harry beamed at the praise, waving her hands modestly. “No, no, it’s just a good mindset.”
“Oh, is that right? That sounds great! By the way, Mrs. Harry, the last time you asked me to help with pest control was two months ago. Are the bugs back? Need my help?”
Mrs. Harry’s smile froze as she recalled the terrifying image of Rebecca wielding two submachine guns while spraying her yard with bullets…
Just thinking about it sent shivers down her spine!
“No, no, it’s fine, Rebecca, you just carry on with what you’re doing!”
“Okay, Mrs. Harry! Just call me if you need anything!”
Mrs. Harry waved her off, and Rebecca skipped happily toward her home.
At the door, she lifted her delightfully plump leg to prop the shopping bag up, freeing one hand to fish out her keys from her pocket.
But then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of someone in the living room. Was there a figure?
Rebecca frowned. “Is there a thief?”
Most people would panic if they found a thief in their home. After their initial shock, they’d immediately call the police or gather reinforcements.
But Rebecca was not most people.
Not only was she unfazed, but she was also a bit excited.
Hey, little thief! In this vast empire, why steal from my sweet self?
Perfect timing too; she hadn’t fought since getting assigned to patrol duty. Let’s have some fun with this little thief!
She gently set down the shopping bag, lifted the welcome mat, and with one hand pressed down on the floorboard beneath it, which flipped open to reveal a hidden compartment containing a finely crafted handgun.
As a top-notch artillery master, she could even hide two guns in a toilet tank; hiding one g*n under the carpet is nothing unusual!
Armed, Rebecca quietly opened the door and stepped lightly into the house.
She pressed herself against the door frame, peeking her head out to observe the little blond thief still rummaging through the living room.
Oh wait, not blond—he was black-haired instead.
And he wasn’t that small either. He was at least 180 cm tall—normally, he could kick the 158 cm tall Rebecca a long way with a single kick.
The black-haired thief had his back to her, so Rebecca couldn’t see his face.
No problem.
Whether he was blond or black-haired, small thief or big thief, the tools in her hand were definitely not harmless.
The thief hadn’t noticed her creeping up behind him, still focused on searching for something.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Rebecca silently approached him step by step.
Stealth walking is one of the essential skills for an artillery master.
By the time Rebecca was directly behind the thief, he still had no idea.
Click—
The dark barrel of the g*n pressed against the thief’s waist—she couldn’t reach his back of the head since she was too short and had to stand on tiptoes to do that.
But this thief had some sense, immediately raising his hands in surrender.
“Hey there, pretty good at this, aren’t we, Mr. Thief? Seems like you’ve had a g*n pointed at your back a few times, huh?”
Rebecca said smugly, “Breaking into a young girl’s home in broad daylight, rummaging through her leftover takeout? That’s a bit of a freaky hobby, don’t you think?”
The thief remained silent.
Rebecca raised an eyebrow. “Hmph. You have the right to remain silent, Mr. Thief, but anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law!”
Still no response.
The most infuriating thing for a chatterbox is when the other party behaves like a mute.
Rebecca frowned and nudged the back of the thief with the g*n, “Playing mute, huh? Don’t believe I’ll sh**t you in the legs, huh?”
It was just a threat; after all, the thief was still a thief, but not to that extent. The empire wasn’t a haven for outlaws either.
This time, the thief finally responded:
“I bet your g*n… doesn’t have any bullets!”
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