Peterson was stunned. "Who are you looking for?"
"Excuse me, are you Instructor Peterson?" Luke asked with his signature smile.
Peterson subconsciously nodded. "I am. You …"
Luke said, "Instructor Luke Coulson, reporting for duty." He handed over Remick's slip of paper.
His face dark, Peterson took the slip of paper and read it. After a brief silence, anger flashed in his eyes.
This training had been announced a long time ago. Why did someone suddenly jump in?
But he didn't lose his temper right away.
He was a man of principle. He would only use practical actions … to deal with this unruly rookie who cut the queue.
"Okay, let's go. You come with me," Peterson said as he quickly walked out of the classroom.
Luke followed him with a calm expression, ignoring the looks of the reserve rookies behind him.
In less than two minutes, Peterson led the students to the field. "Now, let me test your basic level. Who's first?"
Luke met his eyes with the same smile on his face and simply raised his hand. "Sir, I'll do it!"
Stumped for a moment, Peterson mumbled to himself, "There's nothing wrong with this guy's language!
Regular rookies would simply say "I'll do it" or "I'll try."
Peterson would be able to grab hold of the other party and give them a good scolding, such as saying that they had to report to their superior first.
In fact, this was a common training method. It taught the rookies that the police were a disciplined force and had to learn to obey orders.
Annoyed, he raised his stopwatch and said, "Okay, let's start with the 400-meter obstacle course. Let's begin."
Luke said, "Yes, sir." He then charged into the obstacle course.
After Luke began the test, all the rookies waited eagerly to see how this first rookie would pass the course, so that they could learn from him.
But in less than twenty seconds, Peterson and all the students felt like they had just been kicked. Are you kidding me? You're here to mess with us, aren't you?
Luke leaped across the field with the same smile on his face as if he were flying. It was obvious that he was in a relaxed state.
He leaped over the low barrier, and his footsteps were steady and even on the narrow single-plank bridge. It took him less than a second to flip over the high wall. All the obstacles seemed to have been practiced countless times, and there were no mistakes. His movements were agile and smooth, and he looked like he was doing it with ease.
When Luke returned to the starting point, he smiled at the dumbfounded Peterson. "Sir, the test is complete."
Peterson nodded stiffly.
Luke looked at the stopwatch in his hand. "Sir, can I return to the team now?"
Peterson nodded again. He suddenly came back to his senses and pressed the stopwatch in his hand.
One minute and forty-five seconds!
This result was excellent, but it wasn't a real result. Peterson's stopwatch started too early and ended too late. He didn't even know if he was delayed by ten or fifteen seconds.
His lips moved, but he couldn't think of what to say.
Even Peterson's best record couldn't compare to this result! If he called this result dog shit, then wouldn't he be worse than dog shit?
As for praises, he … had never prepared them, and he couldn't think of the right words.
Peterson was awkwardly stuck.
On the other side, Remick had just come out of the side door of the building. When he saw them, he called out from afar, "Peterson, come here."
As if he had been pardoned, Peterson shouted, "Return to the team. At ease." He then hurried over to Remick.
Luke stood silently at the front of the students and watched Remick and Peterson talk in the distance. He noticed that both of them seemed to be inexplicably conflicted as they talked in low voices.
A lot of students were whispering behind him. With his amazing hearing, he heard everything clearly, but it was all within his expectations.
There was no one who was badmouthing him.
Of course, it was a different matter if these people talked in private when they returned.
Very soon, the two middle-aged men finished their conversation, and Remick left.
Peterson stood with his back to the students for at least ten seconds before he turned around and walked over.
Looking at Peterson, who had a stiff smile on his face, Luke was lost for words. If he hadn't been certain that he hadn't lent the instructor any money, he really would've thought that the instructor owed him a lot of money.
Peterson, however, cursed inwardly, If he's a backdoor student, throw him to Harry the Ass-Kisser. Why did he throw him to me?
It was a pity that Remick had only wanted to deal with a transfer like Luke, which was why he had deliberately arranged for him to be in Peterson's strict class instead of Harry's.
In the end, both of them were in a bind.
However, Peterson was still very capable as an instructor.
Next, he precisely avoided Luke and focused his firepower on the other rookies.
A few minutes later, Peterson took out his phone solemnly and hummed a few times before he called out a name. "Student Luke, Director Remick has a document for you to sign. You can go now."
Luke could hear that there was no sound on the other end of the phone.
But he simply said that he understood and went to Remick's office.
He knocked on the door and entered, only to see that the director's expression was a lot gentler than before. "Luke, we understand your situation. This is what your training schedule is …"
After a moment, he asked tentatively, "Is that okay?"
Luke nodded with a smile. "Thank you for your understanding, Director Remick."
At that moment, there was another knock on the door.
Before Remick could say anything, the door was pushed open, and a brawny, black, bald, middle-aged man walked in.
He grumbled unhappily, "Remick, can't you get a regular detective to train the rookies here? Our time has been tight recently. It's a waste of time to come here … Huh, Detective Luke? "
Luke maintained his smile. "Captain Kobe? It's been a long time. You're still so stressed out at work? "
It was Harrison Kobe, the captain of an SAT team that Luke had met during the Nakatomi Plaza robbery.
Hearing Luke's question, Harrison smiled bitterly. "Just call me Harrison. Don't tell me you haven't heard about the case on the east side last night? The department wants us to step up our efforts, but they also want us to train the officers in anti-terrorism. I was so busy that I didn't even have time to go to the bathroom. I almost peed my pants. "
As he spoke, he looked at Remick. "Since you've already invited Luke, why did you call us?"
Remick was puzzled. "Huh?"
Luke coughed and said, "Harrison, I'm here for training."
Harrison was stunned as he looked at Luke.
Luke nodded to confirm what he said.
Harrison turned his head to Remick, who nodded silently as well. Only then did he lose his voice. "Are you serious? Who can train Luke in this crappy place? Wait, is it some kind of computer or regulation training? "
Luke smiled but didn't say anything.
It was better not to blabber about the fact that he was participating in the police officer induction training.
Harrison wouldn't gossip about him, but the more people who knew, the more risk there was of a leak.
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