Callahan rubbed her chest. She felt that it had almost been crushed by Claire's legs.
But faced with the cheerful, likable, and excellent little monkey, she said helplessly, "Claire, we're teaching, not testing. I'm just asking you to help me show off my combat moves, not fight. "
Claire hesitated and asked awkwardly, "Should we continue? I promise to cooperate this time. "
Callahan subconsciously covered her chest with her hands and shook her head. "No, you can go back and sit down. Hm, just … you cooperate with me, Barbara. "
Her hand circled around the male trainees and chose a fat one. It was the one who had his butt whipped by Instructor Harry to finish the running training.
Barbara stood up nervously. "Me, me? Is … is it really okay? "His face was already a little red.
Callahan said, "Yes, you. Attack me. "
Barbara took two hesitant steps forward.
"Hurry up, don't dawdle," Callahan shouted.
Barbara hurriedly raised his fist and swung it over, a classic tortoise boxing style.
Callahan put the fat man to the ground with a block and a shoulder throw, then made to kick him in the head, bent his legs, knelt, and locked Barbara in place.
She then turned to the students. "See? After you knock down the opponent, you have to be good at controlling them with your legs and knees. The neck is a good choice, as it can greatly restrict the opponent's breathing and movement. Now, who's next? "
The male students raised their hands in unison. "Me, me!"
Barbara, who had been "humiliated" by the hot female instructor, had already stopped breathing. His face was red as he lay there, paralyzed, as if he were drunk.
Luke was amused.
Callahan was a blonde, big-breasted, and beautiful young woman. She was only twenty-six or twenty-seven years old. She looked a little tough, but she was still pretty. No wonder the male students were so enthusiastic.
The female students, on the other hand, looked at the enthusiastic male students with disdain.
Fifth time, shooting practice.
Claire checked the gun with ease to see if the bullets were loaded, and fired quickly. Pa! Pa!
Pa! Pa!
Bullet holes appeared on the half-body target, all within the range of eight to ten.
Instructor Harry nodded in satisfaction and walked past. He admired this little girl the most.
She was outstanding in all aspects, had a serious attitude, and had a likable personality. Unfortunately, she was too young, and it would be difficult for her to become an official police officer. Otherwise, she would have been assigned to the A1 elite class.
He walked past them one by one. The other people's spear techniques were uneven.
Some didn't even hit the target after a few shots, while others shot nine rings on one shot, and the next shot flew out of sight. It was obvious that they were blindly shooting.
Bang!
There was a loud noise, and Instructor Harry was so frightened that he trembled.
This shot was completely different from the firecracker-like sound of a Glock.
He composed himself and looked in the direction of the voice. He saw a man proudly holding a … revolver. He was obviously very satisfied with that shot.
Harry looked at the target that had been blown away not far away. He stepped forward and asked, "Kid, where did you get this gun?"
The student's face was full of joy. "It's a birthday present from my mother."
Instructor Harry put on a smile and slowly stretched out his hands. "Can, can you show it to me?"
The student said, "No problem, Instructor."
Harry carefully accepted the Colt Python and immediately took two steps back. At the same time, he pulled out the revolver. "Five years ago, Los Angeles stopped giving officers license plates for .45 revolvers like this. So, I'll keep this gun for now. Use your Glock. "
Luke was amused as he watched on the side.
His Smith & Wesson M500 had been approved by Dustin because of his contributions and connections.
Thankfully, Dustin believed Luke's excuse that he needed it to take care of some troublesome enemies, or he wouldn't have approved it.
For the police, guns with a caliber of .45 and above were too powerful, and especially impractical.
Thus, even SWAT and all the special forces rarely used such large-caliber pistols, let alone ordinary police officers.
Taking out his notebook, he added another line: Eugene Tegberry. Skilled with firearms and extremely stable arms.
In the end, less than two days later, Luke saw Tiger Bailey rush into a house with a gun during shooting practice. He kicked the target out of the house and fired two more shots.
Luke had to add another line: Extremely impulsive and prone to excessive force.
After two weeks of observation, Luke looked at his notebook and sighed.
There were about twenty or so good seedlings who conformed to the norm, and they were basically all in the two Classes A. However, there were a lot of other weirdos with weird specialties.
These specialties included strength, vocal skills, driving skills, marksmanship, computer intelligence analysis, hitting on girls, being rich, and so on.
They were all sufficient, not necessary, conditions for becoming an LAPD officer.
The key was that these people were all seriously biased. They were strong in one area, but weak in others.
The twenty or so people who followed the rules, on the other hand, didn't have any obvious shortcomings, and even had some strengths.
The most outstanding one among this batch of students was … Claire.
Luke wasn't surprised at all.
Claire was smart, cheerful, and had loved sports since she was a child.
After the Carlos family tried to kidnap her a year ago, she had also developed a great interest in combat and firearms.
With a first-rate instructor like Robert around, her combat ability had improved a lot. She was definitely a good seedling for a detective.
But Luke didn't put her name on the list. She still had to go to college.
One day, the little monkey noticed Luke at the end of training. She grabbed him and whispered something to him before running off.
Looking at her laughing with the other girls, Luke shook his head with a smile and took out his phone. "Selina? I'm taking Claire and her classmates to dinner later. Are you coming? "
Selina agreed immediately. "Of course I'm coming. Did Claire forget about me now that she has a new classmate?"
Luke was amused. "She told me to call you."
Selina snorted. "Can Dollar go too?"
Luke thought for a moment. "I think so. I'll find a restaurant that allows pets later."
Selina soon arrived and found him in a secluded corner of the campus.
Luke found that odd. "How did you get here so fast?"
Selina said, "I'm on the east side today. I'm helping them maintain law and order."
Luke asked, "Is the east side still so chaotic?"
Selina said, "Don't mention it. If the earthquake you're talking about comes, the east side will definitely be one of the first places to start. Too many unemployed people are gathered there. Hm, what are you doing here? "
Luke showed her the notebook in his hand. "Inspecting the students."
Selina looked at the darkening sky. "So dedicated?"
She looked around and pointed at a building dozens of meters down the slope in shock. "Is this how you inspect the students?"
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