When Luke returned home in the afternoon, he found the empty living room a little strange. Was Claire out today?
Then, he heard noises from the training room.
He walked over and looked in through the open door. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Wasn't she here on vacation? Why was she training now?
In the room, Selina was teaching Claire a certain joint technique.
Luke only needed one look to know that it was a "forbidden technique" that he had taught Selina, the kind that would cripple her opponent.
He thought for a moment, then asked, "How are you going to teach her this?"
Hearing his voice, Selina turned her head. "You said that it's a life-saving ability. Are you really not going to teach her?"
Luke nodded. "Then you have to make it clear under what circumstances it can be used! Otherwise, it'll be very troublesome if she cripples a thief for life. "
Claire's eyes glowed. "That good?"
Luke sighed. "It won't be easy for you to find someone who can use this technique on you. Don't even think about going fishing in a dangerous area at night. "
Claire nodded regretfully. "Fine, that's indeed unrealistic."
Don't take meaningless risks with your life and body. That was what Robert and Catherine had taught her since she was young.
Of course, extreme sports were very meaningful to some people, and weren't part of the list of meaningless risks. So, nobody stopped Claire from skateboarding and roller skating.
When Luke returned, Claire's attention was slightly diverted. "Luke, can you and Selina have a match? Something close to what Selina is talking about. "
Luke shook his head. "I don't think that's possible." He was afraid that Selina would be in trouble, but he didn't want to drag her into a game of blackjack.
Claire was disappointed. "Is that not possible?"
Luke smiled. "Selina's going to do boxing training. Let's see if you can reach her level first."
Claire's interest was piqued again. "Really, I want to see."
Kids were so gullible! Luke chuckled inwardly.
He took off his outer shirt, removed the holsters under his arms, and then the various small belts around his waist. He put them aside and picked up two hand targets.
Only then did he say to Claire with a smile, "Watch and learn from Selina." He turned around and gestured to Selina.
Selina and he seemed to have a telepathic connection. Just by looking at his eyes, she knew that he had to conserve his strength for today's training.
She could only roll her eyes at him.
"Begin." At Luke's command, Selina's fists rained down.
Pa pa pa pa pa!
Claire: ⊙ v ⊙? This must be a joke!
As a high school student who loved all kinds of sports, and had even become the captain of the cheerleading squad in her last year of high school, Claire had dabbled in many sports. She had also received basic Brazilian jiu-jitsu training from Luke in high school, so she had some understanding of combat.
The strength and speed that Selina had displayed were much stronger than the high school students.
He wasn't looking down on Selina. It wasn't uncommon for American high school boxers to be over 1.8 meters tall and weigh around 200 pounds.
What Claire didn't know was that as long as Selina went all out, she could beat up most middleweight professional boxers.
In the end, the fight between Luke and Selina was fierce and clean, which piqued Claire's interest in combat training.
She announced that she would have basic combat training with Selina every day for the time being.
Luke was relieved. This way, he wouldn't have to worry about the little monkey having too much energy.
…
After a few peaceful days, Luke and Selina worked cases as usual.
Occasionally, Luke would attend police training, but he would just show up and leave.
None of the students in the same class complained.
That was because they had their first basic firearms training class during this period.
This time, Peterson called Luke over, not to teach him a lesson, but to use him to deal a blow to some arrogant rookie students.
Ever since he learned that Luke was an official detective, Peterson's attitude had changed drastically.
This was the kind of treatment a capable person deserved.
"Now, it's Luke's turn to show you how to disassemble and assemble a gun," Peterson said solemnly.
Luke had a questioning look in his eyes, as if to say, "Are you serious? That's too ruthless. "
Peterson gave him a reassuring look, which meant, "Just make them shut up."
Helplessly, Luke stepped forward and disassembled the Glock at the speed of an experienced police officer.
Satisfied, Peterson stepped forward. "Okay, if any of you can reach this level, you'll pass this class and can rest."
All the students' hearts skipped a beat. They cursed Peterson all the time.
Nobody cursed Luke. After all, this was Instructor Peterson's condition, and Luke was just carrying out the order.
Peterson didn't care how these rookies cursed him. He was already used to it.
Luke didn't care either.
After this incident, nobody had any objections to him leaving early often.
This kind of person shouldn't have appeared here. He was simply a nightmare for the students — similar to what parents would call "other people's children."
After Peterson's behavior, none of Luke's classmates tried to get close to him.
Only three girls came looking for him, and all of them asked for his phone number.
Luke could only politely decline and send them away with his office phone number. In any case, he basically wasn't in the office.
While Luke went to training, Selina took the opportunity to familiarize Claire with the "dangerous areas" of Los Angeles.
Very soon, the two of them resumed their usual routine.
That was because Claire didn't want to disturb Luke and Selina because of her own matters.
She had to do her own thing! Robert and Catherine had taught her very well on that point.
Luke, of course, wouldn't criticize her. He simply gave Claire an inconspicuous necklace with a GPS device as a final safety measure.
That afternoon, Luke returned home, only to find that the lights in the house were dim.
There was nobody in the living room. Selina and Claire were muttering something in the kitchen.
He greeted them. "I'm back."
As he spoke, the kitchen door suddenly opened, and Selina and Claire pushed out a cart with a three-tiered cake on it.
On the cake, candles with the numbers 1 and 9 lit up.
"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!" Selina and Claire sang behind the cart with smiles on their faces.
Stumped for a moment, Luke slapped his forehead. "My birthday? I'd forgotten about it. "
In his previous life, he hadn't been interested in birthdays, whether they were his or other people's.
In this life, he was a little better under the influence of the people around him, but only to a certain extent.
After leaving Shackelford, he hadn't thought much about birthdays, and in the end, he had forgotten his own.
On the other side, Selina and Claire burst into laughter and couldn't continue singing.
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