At this moment, a certain mysterious man was driving to the police academy with Claire and Selina in his car.
Originally, he had communicated with Supervisor Remick about the police academy. He only had to come every few days, and all he had to do was show up, punch in, and leave.
After his "Three Cowardly Mantra," the training class that they had agreed on earlier had also been abandoned.
Luke had thought that he would be able to muddle through the three and a half months of police training, but Supervisor Remick had actually suggested that he be an instructor again yesterday, and that it wouldn't be a temporary one.
When Luke first heard it, he thought that Remick was joking, but after listening for a moment, he realized that it really wasn't.
The task that Remick had given him wasn't for daily management training.
For example, it was the police academy instructors who would be responsible for training the rookies and learning all kinds of skills and knowledge.
What Luke needed to do was pick out the best seedlings from this batch of new students.
This job was similar to that of a quality inspector on a production line.
The police academy itself was also responsible for this sort of screening, but Luke was picking talents who could work on the front lines in the police department. They had to have something special about them.
He would pick out the best raw materials first, and the police academy would focus on inspecting and grooming them.
An official document had even been sent to the Major Crimes Division, and Dustin had personally approved it.
It could be understood that this was a talent training pilot program run by LAPD to supplement the increasingly depleted police force.
As he approached the police academy, Luke noticed that the traffic here was many times heavier than usual, and all kinds of cars were heading toward the police academy.
Suddenly, a brownish-yellow SUV drove past Luke, and Luke heard curses.
The three of them turned to look, and saw a woman in a nightgown and slippers on the hood of the SUV. Her hair was full of pink curls.
She grabbed the windshield wipers and cursed, "You're dead if you take another step forward! Do you hear me, you b * stard? "
Even though Luke, Selina and the other car were all going at around 80 km/h, they could still clearly hear the deafening roar.
"What the f * ck?" Even with Luke's composure, he murmured.
Selina and Claire, on the other hand, clicked their tongues excitedly as they watched this rare sight.
Thinking for a moment, Luke still didn't turn on the lights or siren.
What if the SUV sped up and the woman in pajamas was sent flying?
In less than two minutes, the SUV stopped.
Luke also stopped the car, because … they had arrived.
The SUV slammed on the brakes, and the woman in pajamas on the hood flew out. She drew a parabola in the air and crashed into the fountain in front of the car.
A moment later, Luke and the others looked at the woman in pajamas who was still cursing in the fountain. After pondering for a moment, they decided not to interfere.
Because she was shouting lines like "divorce," so the one driving the SUV was her … husband?
Looking at the middle-aged man who walked into the police academy without looking back, Luke felt that the man had probably decided to become a police officer because he'd had enough of married life.
Luke parked the car in the faculty area. Claire and Selina wandered around on their own, while he walked toward the building.
He had been here many times before. Although he could see many students every time, they were all training neatly.
Today, however, it had become a bustling market.
Men and women, black and white and yellow, tall and short, fat and thin, big and small, people of all shapes and sizes were pouring in from the entrance of the police academy.
A convertible sports car suddenly stopped in front of him. In the car, four scantily dressed girls were busy kissing a young man goodbye, calling him sweet pea pie and other mushy names.
After the four girls said goodbye to the man, they were still scanning Luke with fiery eyes, and it was obvious that they were flirting with him.
Luke didn't say anything and simply smiled.
The young man turned around with his suitcase and happened to meet Luke's eyes. He chuckled. "Hello, are you here to report in too?"
Luke nodded calmly. "Yes, that's right. Are these … all your girlfriends? "
Looking at the convertible that was gradually moving away, the young man nodded with a smile. "Yes. Don't be too surprised. It's normal. "
Luke nodded, deep in thought. "That's indeed normal. Right, what's your name? "
"George Martin," said the young man with a smile.
Luke said, "I hope you have good memories here."
He then left, muttering inwardly, Candidate No. 1 has appeared.
A man who could hit on four girls at the same time, and not because of money, couldn't be bad at communicating.
Even if this ability had to be labeled "female," it would still be very helpful for detectives. After all, half the people in the world were women.
A few steps later, Luke heard a mother and daughter talking. "Why did you become a police officer?"
"Mom, I'm a policewoman! Because I don't want to live like you. It's too boring. As a police officer, you'll encounter a lot of unheard of things, "replied a beautiful young blonde impatiently.
The older woman snorted. "Are you sure you didn't become a police officer because you saw the news about Batman?"
The girl said, "That's why I chose to become a law enforcement officer and help ordinary people openly."
Looking at their clothes, Luke approached them with a smile. "Hello, I'm Luke Coulson. May I know your name? "
Both mother and daughter turned their heads in surprise.
It had been a long time since they had encountered such a simple and crude pick-up line.
Before the woman could say anything, the girl straightforwardly stretched out her hand. "Karen Thompson. Nice to meet you, Luke."
Luke shook hands with her with a smile. "I hope you can stick to your beliefs. That's very important."
With that, he let go and continued on his way.
The mother and daughter looked at each other in bewilderment. What happened to the pick-up line?
They found this young man very pleasing to the eye, or they wouldn't have talked to him so easily. Who knew that he would just leave after saying one sentence?
Luke labeled the girl named Karen as Candidate No. 2.
She had a certain sense of morality and justice, and her family was very rich.
Apart from jealousy, which was inevitable, most people didn't really hate rich second generations. What they hated were those who were useless to them.
Luke, for example, wasn't a rich second generation, but he was someone who had connections.
Few people in the Westside Police Department hated him.
That was because he never used his connections to steal credit. Instead, he would share a lot of credit with everyone, and his connections could also help them solve cases.
For a rich second generation like him, as long as his companions weren't stupid, they wouldn't hate him.
Money and power were also resources that could be used to solve cases.
They could take care of things that other people couldn't.
Even if others couldn't bear the blame, they could still bear it.
There were two sides to everything, and it was the same for rich second generations.
When Luke reached the building, two people got out of a police car.
He only glanced at it and immediately moved further away.
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