Accidental Hero: The Rookie Who Outshines the Force - Chapter 86

“Officer Su, your friend really hides his talents well!”

The bald boss had never seen Lu Cheng’s awkward gunplay before. Last time, he thought that’s just how good Lu Cheng was.

Su Qingwu, however, was far from calm.

They say hard work counts for nothing against talent.

Su Qingwu was clearly on the talent side of things. But Lu Cheng? Could he even be called a prodigy… or a freak of nature?

Su Qingwu restored her cold, composed expression, but inside, she was anything but calm.

Jealousy was rare for her, but this man… he was one of the few exceptions.

The grudge from their daytime gaming session? Couldn’t be settled.

Boxing? She still couldn’t beat him.

Su Qingwu’s slender, sharp eyes flicked toward Lu Cheng. “Still shooting?”

“Of course! My hands are itching!”

One clip wasn’t enough. Ten more, please!

Lu Cheng swapped his Glock G17 for a 92G. Not as elegant as the Glock, but the 92G was a standard domestic firearm—common, reliable.

He grabbed a magazine, loaded, unlocked the safety, aimed, and fired—smooth as silk.

To Su Qingwu, it looked almost ridiculously cool.

When he finished, he checked the target—ten consecutive bullseyes.

The bullet holes were clustered perfectly. His shooting skill was top-notch.

Lu Cheng felt one shot wasn’t perfectly centered. It was within the ten-ring, yes, but might have grazed the edge.

Then, his 20% auto-aim activated, correcting the trajectory.

That shot hit the exact center of the bullseye.

How exact?

Draw two diameters across the ten-ring with a millimeter ruler—their intersection? That’s the bullet hole.

Even Lu Cheng felt the precision was terrifying.

Su Qingwu quietly returned to her own spot and began reloading seriously.

She needed the practice.

Two hours flew by at the shooting range. Lu Cheng had an absolute blast—no man disliked firing a gun, after all.

Though he was a cop, opportunities to shoot were rare.

Su Qingwu’s shooting was already impressive; she only needed to maintain her skill, not regress.

By the time they left the range, it was only 8:30 p.m.

“Hungry? Want to grab something to eat?” Lu Cheng asked.

“What do you want?” Su Qingwu wasn’t hungry, but she didn’t refuse him.

“Spicy crayfish?” Lu Cheng thought for a moment. They were popular now.

After all, there’s nothing in this world a plate of crayfish can’t solve. And if there is, add a couple of beers.

Su Qingwu’s eyes lit up. She’d barely eaten crayfish before but had heard it was delicious.

She was a little fastidious. The last time Hu Ya took her to a restaurant, the crayfish smelled great, but the chef had poked the sauce with his fingers. Su Qingwu wouldn’t even touch the edamame or boiled peanuts, only drinking bottled water.

She’d also read news reports of restaurants using shrimp-washing chemicals, sending customers to the hospital.

After that, she had no plans to eat crayfish—until now.

Sensing her hesitation, Lu Cheng reassured her. “I know a place. Not only is the crayfish amazing, it’s handled ultra-cleanly.”

“Let’s go.” Su Qingwu decided to give it a try.

They drove to Xinyue Plaza. Around the corner, a fiery red sign caught their eyes—a giant, lifelike crayfish.

The sign read: “Really Delicious Crayfish House.”

Two women were cleaning crayfish at the entrance, deveining, removing shells and gills, washing them thoroughly again and again. Right in front of the customers—safe, clean, and trustworthy.

Even home kitchens couldn’t match this level.

The moment they approached, the rich, spicy aroma hit their noses. Suddenly, even Su Qingwu’s appetite stirred.

She silently bookmarked the address for future reference.

“Hey, handsome and beautiful, come on in!”

The hostess was warm and welcoming.

Lu Cheng picked a window seat. A waiter brought hot water to rinse their dishes.

Su Qingwu took the plate and chopsticks in front of Lu Cheng and helped rinse them.

Lu Cheng ordered:

“The signature spicy crayfish—two pounds. Garlic crayfish, two pounds as well. Plus edamame, century egg tofu, five lamb skewers, grilled eggplant, and a pitcher of ice-cold beer.”

Su Qingwu raised an eyebrow. “You’re drinking? What about the car?”

“I’m not drinking alone. It’s no fun. We drink together. We can take a cab back; the restaurant isn’t far from either of our places.”

Crayfish without beer? Like watching a comedy without laughing—soulless.

The food arrived. Su Qingwu sniffed the aroma and swallowed hard.

If Lu Cheng was a foodie, Su Qingwu was a little gourmet—she loved good food.

They donned gloves and dug in.

The crayfish were clean, and the restaurant pristine—no worries at all.

She mimicked Lu Cheng, peeling the shell from the second segment carefully, revealing whole, juicy meat. A quick dip in the sauce, and it was exquisite.

Her eyes sparkled as she ate.

Lu Cheng had ordered mildly spicy, but Su Qingwu insisted on medium. She ate with her little tongue dancing between spice and pleasure, her lips flushed.

“Quick, a sip of beer!” Lu Cheng reminded.

She drank, icy coolness easing the heat—a perfect balance.

The meal ended in complete satisfaction.

Outside, her fair cheeks were rosy—whether from spice or beer, it was hard to tell.

Because Su Qingwu had work the next day, Lu Cheng didn’t let her drink much; he drank most of the beer himself.

They hailed a cab—first to Yulong Bay, then Jingwang Residential Area.

Before bed, Su Qingwu sent a message to Lu Cheng:

“The crayfish was great. Let’s go again next time.”

Lu Cheng smiled faintly. Officer Su had clearly developed a taste for it.

The next day was a day off. Lu Cheng slept without an alarm, waking naturally.

He Xueting and Su Qingwu’s mother, Shen Fang, two best friends, went shopping together.

Originally, they wanted Lu Cheng to help carry things—but seeing how hard he’d worked recently, they didn’t bother him.

Lu Cheng slept until after 10 a.m., planning to keep sleeping until noon, but then He Xueting called.

She explained that while out shopping with Shen Fang, they had helped an elderly man who fell—only to be extorted by the man’s children demanding compensation.

Lu Cheng, drowsy moments ago, immediately snapped awake.

“What? Extortion?”

“Unbelievable! They’re extorting… a cop’s family!”

“Mom, send me your location! I’m coming right now!”