Chapter 181: Captain, You Are Still Alive?

But on second thought, who would dare to steal from the top gunner of the Dragon-Slaying Army?

They must really feel like they've lived too long.

Leon entered through the back door and arrived at the living room.

The room was slightly messy.

Various plush toys and laundry were scattered haphazardly on the sofa.

'If Rossweise saw this, she probably wouldn't even bother tidying up, she'd just use a blast of dragon flame and be done with it.'

'Hiss—'

'Why am I suddenly thinking about that mother dragon again?'

'Missing her is understandable, but we has only been apart for a few hours, and I am already feeling this way?'

'Isn't that a bit too much?', Leon shook his head, pushing away the messy thoughts, and continued observing Rebecca's home.

On the coffee table beside him was a pile of disassembled handgun parts, with a training blank round placed next to them.

Rebecca was a chatterbox, always chattering nonstop. So when she was alone, she needed something to keep her occupied more than others.

Thus, she developed a unique hobby.

Gun assembling.

She would completely take apart a handgun, reassemble it, then take it apart again, and repeat.

The process was dull and tedious, but she could quietly do it for an entire night.

As a gunner, understanding firearm assembly was indeed very important.

Leon sat on the sofa, picked up the parts from the coffee table, and tried assembling them.

Rebecca had taught him how to do this before.

Although he didn't have Rebecca's speed and proficiency, with his exceptional memory, he managed to put the gun together.

It was a classic close-range handgun, small, powerful, and a favorite among female gunners. Except for Rebecca.

She preferred the big, badass, earth-shaking, BOOM—heard from 800 miles away kind of guns.

So, this small handgun was just a toy for her to pass the time.

Leon stood up, scanned the room, and an idea formed in his mind.

———

Two ponytails swayed behind the girl as she walked with a lively bounce in her step.

Despite having a petite, loli-like figure, she was dressed in a cool and sassy outfit, a black short vest over a white tank top, paired with ultra-short shorts. Though she was short, her legs were perfectly proportioned with just the right amount of curve.

She carried a large shopping bag filled with various snacks, fruits, and vegetables.

"Good afternoon, Rebecca," a neighbor greeted her.

The twin-tailed girl paused and enthusiastically responded, "Good afternoon, Mrs. Harry! You look even younger than yesterday. Did you use some magical spell? Can you teach me?"

Mrs. Harry was flattered and beamed with joy, waving her hands, "Oh no, no, it's just a good mindset, that's all."

"Ohhh, I see! That's pretty great. By the way, Mrs. Harry, the last time you asked me to help with pest control was two months ago. Have the bugs returned? Need my help again?"

Mrs. Harry's smile froze as she recalled the terrifying scene from two months ago, Rebecca had stormed into her yard, dual-wielding submachine guns, and unleashed a full-coverage spray.

Just thinking about it sent shivers down her spine.

"N-No need, Rebecca! You go ahead with your day."

"Alright, Mrs. Harry. If you ever need me, just call!"

Mrs. Harry waved her off, and Rebecca continued walking home with her light steps.

At the door, she lifted her well-toned leg to balance the shopping bag so she could free a hand to take out her keys from her pocket.

But out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure inside the living room through the window.

Rebecca frowned, "A burglar?"

When ordinary people find a burglar in their home, their first reaction might be panic. After panicking, they'd call the security team or get backup.

But Rebecca was not an ordinary person.

Not only was she not panicking, she was even a little excited.

'Some dumbass thief… In this vast empire, of all the places to rob, you just had to pick my house?'

Perfect. Ever since she was assigned to the patrol unit, she hadn't fought a proper battle in ages. Today, she could use this burglar for some practice.

Rebecca gently placed her shopping bag down, lifted the doormat, and pressed firmly on a wooden panel beneath it. The panel opened to reveal a hidden compartment, inside was a sleek, finely-crafted handgun.

As an excellent gunner, she could hide two guns in her toilet tank, so keeping one under the doormat was nothing.

Gun in hand, Rebecca slowly opened the door, stepped lightly, and cautiously entered the house.

She pressed herself against the entryway wall and peeked into the living room.

The thief was still rummaging through her things.

'Oh, not a blondie, a black-haired one.'

'And not small either, at least 180 cm tall.'

Normally, he could kick a 158 cm Rebecca flying with one foot.

The black-haired burglar had his back turned to her, so Rebecca couldn't see his face.

But that didn't matter.

Blond or black, small-time or big-time thief, it didn't matter. The gun in her hand was not just for show.

The burglar hadn't noticed Rebecca sneaking up behind him.

Taking advantage of this, she silently crept closer.

Stealth movement was a basic skill for gunners.

Even when Rebecca was right behind him, he remained unaware.

CLICK—

The cold muzzle of the gun pressed against the burglar's waist, she couldn't reach his head unless she stood on her tiptoes.

The burglar was smart, he immediately raised both hands in surrender.

"Yo, you seem pretty experienced, Mister Thief. Looks like this isn't your first time having a gun pressed against your back, huh?", Rebecca smirked, "Broad daylight, sneaking into a young lady's home, digging through her leftover takeout boxes, you sure have some unique hobbies."

The thief said nothing.

Rebecca raised an eyebrow, "Hmph. You have the right to remain silent, Mister Thief. But whatever you say can and will be used against you in court."

Still no response.

As a chatterbox, Rebecca hated this the most, talking a mile a minute while the other party just stood there like a mute.

Annoyed, she furrowed her brows and pressed the gun harder against the burglar's back.

"Playing dumb? Believe it or not, I'll shoot your leg and make you a paraplegic!"

It was just a threat, he was a thief, but not deserving of such a fate. The Empire wasn't a lawless place.

But this time, the thief finally spoke, "I bet… your gun has no bullets."

That voice sounded so familiar.

Rebecca would never mistake it.

Back in her battlefield days, every life-or-death moment was guided by this very voice, leading them to survival.

She stared at the broad back in front of her, her delicate cyan eyes filled with shock.

Her gun-wielding hand trembled slightly.

Clenching her teeth, suppressing the confusion and disbelief in her heart, she pressed the gun harder against the man's back.

"Turn around!", Her voice was shaking, almost on the verge of tears.

Leon slowly raised his hands and turned around.

The moment Rebecca saw that rugged yet handsome face again after three years, she thought she was dreaming.

Warm tears welled up and spilled over. Her pretty little face was an intricate mix of emotions, shock, confusion, joy, relief, and more.

After all, the captain who was supposed to have died three years ago in the enemy's headquarters had miraculously come back to life and was now standing right in front of her. No matter who it was, their mind would surely go blank in this situation.

Seeing Rebecca's expression and reaction, Leon secretly let out a sigh of relief.

'It doesn't seem like she is faking it.'

Rebecca had joined his squad right after graduating from the Dragon Slayer Academy, so Leon knew her very well.

This crazy girl could never hide what was on her mind. Whatever she thought in her heart would immediately show on her face.

And right now, her face was clearly saying, "Holy crap, holy crap! Captain, you're actually still alive?" rather than, "Damn it, that bastard Casmodeous didn't finish him off back then?"

Leon lowered his eyes, looking at the twin-tailed girl who was much shorter than him. He slowly lowered his arms and said, "How about we put down the gun and sit down to talk?"

Only then did Rebecca snap out of her shock and astonishment.

She shook her head, apparently accepting the fact that Leon was still alive.

But she still didn't put down her gun.

Rebecca stood on tiptoe, raised her arm, and pointed the dark muzzle of the gun at Leon's face, "Am I dreaming?"

"Of course not. It's broad daylight, what kind of dream would you be having?"

"No, Captain, if I shoot you in the leg right now and you scream in pain, then that proves this isn't a dream. Alright, here we go."

The corners of Leon's eyes twitched slightly.

'Alright, alright, the empire has changed, but my gunner hasn't. She is still the same crazy girl.'

However, Leon just calmly shrugged and said, "I already told you, your gun has no bullets."

Rebecca froze, quickly pulling back her gun and checking the magazine.

Sure enough, it was empty.

Then, she saw Leon take out a handful of bullets from his pocket, "All the guns you've hidden are too easy to find, Rebecca."

Before confirming whether Rebecca was truly as trustworthy as his master had said, Leon had cautiously unloaded the bullets from her gun.

He wanted to see if she could talk things out calmly when she got home.

If not, Leon had no reason to fear a gunner without bullets.

Rebecca stared blankly at the man in front of her.

Yes, this was the real deal.

That effortless, composed arrogance of Captain, no one else could imitate it.

Rebecca finally let her guard down and spread her arms, ready to hug Leon.

However, this move startled Leon, making him immediately take a step back. Then, he reached out and pressed a hand against Rebecca's forehead, preventing her from getting any closer.

Rebecca froze, "Captain, I don't even mind hugging a resurrected corpse, and you're the one acting all unwilling?"

"The situation is different now, Rebecca."

Things really were different from three years ago.

Three years ago, he was a single man, so hugging was no big deal.

But three years later, he was not only married, he had a wife and even three kids.

Even though his wife wasn't around at the moment, he still had to maintain some basic loyalty.

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