…
Somewhere in Africa, a five-year-old girl looked at the image on the screen and cried out, "Brother, brother, is he one of us?"
Standing next to her was a young black man in his twenties.
He looked carefully for a long time, then shook his head slightly. "He's not one of us. The technology used in this armor is very different from ours."
The little girl hummed softly as she swiped on the screen. She suddenly cheered. "Haha, I found him. Brother, look."
The young black man looked at the black man on the screen and frowned. "Search our database."
"No similar targets." The screen soon displayed the results.
The little girl bounced around the room and poked the black man on the screen. "He seems more handsome than you, brother."
The young black man asked, "Are you sure?"
The little girl said, "It's true. Even according to the program, his facial features are prettier than yours."
The young black man said, "… Let's go, Su Rui. It's time for class."
The little girl giggled. "Wow, brother is angry, brother is angry."
The young black man followed her helplessly. "No, I'm not that stingy …"
…
Luke's first day back in Los Angeles passed peacefully.
The next day, Selina went to work alone, and Luke went to the police academy in Claire's secondhand Ford.
After wandering two laps on the field, he was summoned by Remick on the phone.
"Luke, you haven't finished the list yet?" Remick's hair was a mess and he had dark circles under his eyes. He had probably been working a lot of overtime recently.
The police department was in a hurry. It hadn't even been three weeks, and they were already preparing to pull these rookies out on duty to alleviate the lack of police officers in Los Angeles.
Luke asked, "Why the rush? I have a preliminary list here. You can have it first. "
Remick sighed in relief.
Although it didn't matter if Luke was missing from the list, he was still hoping that there would be a few more talents on Luke's list.
He had higher hopes for Luke's list than the other detectives' lists.
In the end, when he received Luke's personal notebook and skimmed through the names, Remick raised his head in astonishment. "So many?"
The other detectives' lists only had twenty to thirty people at most, but Luke's list had more than fifty.
Even if there were more than six hundred trainees, it was still a little too much.
Luke coughed and said, "Maybe only the twenty or so on the first page meet your requirements. As for the second page …"
Bang!
The door to Remick's office was pushed open, and a bald man walked in.
"Sh * t, all of this is sh * t! SWAT isn't a normal patrol. How do we know which student is suitable? "The black baldie was holding his phone and yelling into it.
When he saw the expressions of the two people inside, he said helplessly, "Alright, we'll talk later."
This black baldie was, of course, Harrison, the captain of SWAT.
After hanging up, he called out to the two of them and flew into a rage at Remick. "What the hell are you doing? We're special forces, not patrolmen. Can you use the people I picked out? "
More importantly, it was difficult for him to make use of the people he liked.
SWAT had always selected elites from the Los Angeles police force, and these students weren't even official police officers.
When the students became official police officers, they would have to work for at least another two to three years before they could enter SWAT's selection list.
Remick said, "Harrison, everyone has to hand in this list. It's not like you're picking members."
Harrison snorted.
That was exactly what he was most unhappy about. He had done his best, but he didn't get any benefits. SWAT had been under even more pressure recently.
Harrison had made several requests for manpower recently, but all the SWAT teams were asking for people from HQ.
Naturally, there was no reply to these requests.
Luke chuckled. "You want people? I'll recommend some good seedlings to you. "
Harrison was shocked. "Are you serious? These are students. "
Luke picked up Remick's notebook on the table. "Take a look at the ones on the second page. I don't think they're necessarily suitable as detectives, but you might be able to use them."
Harrison took the notebook and read it for a moment, his eyes glowing. "There are people like that?"
Luke nodded with a smile. "How about it? How to get them to help you is another matter, but some of them are qualified for logistical support and other support work. They don't need to follow you through a hail of bullets. "
Harrison read the descriptions of the people repeatedly and nodded. "Well, I can apply for them to be ordinary trainees in our control center. If there's a mission, they can be used as logistical support. As long as there are eight or ten of them, they can take the place of three to five official members."
Saying that, he raised his head and looked at Remick. "I've been helping you with the training for so long. It's your turn to help me now, old pal."
Remick put his hand to his forehead. "That's against the rules, Harrison."
Harrison simply gestured at him. "Cut it out! Are you giving them to me or not? "
After holding it in for a few seconds, Remick lowered his head in despair. "You handle the transfer yourself. I'm just a training supervisor, okay?"
Harrison sneered and tore off the second page of Luke's notebook. He carefully folded it and put it in his pocket. "Remember, you've never seen this list before, okay?"
Remick: "… Okay."
He was already in his forties, and the list was gone. How could a ghost remember the names of those thirty or so people?
This incident didn't affect Remick and Harrison's relationship.
There was never enough manpower in the Los Angeles police department. If you wanted to snatch someone, you had to be shameless.
It was very common for old guys to throw a tantrum in their superiors' offices.
Generally speaking, there was nothing a boss could do about these capable and capable old guys. They couldn't let their subordinates do things without giving them any support at all!
Harrison had no doubt about Luke's judgment. Desperate to snatch someone, he was naturally quick to take away the second page of Luke's blacklist.
The guys on the list had more shortcomings than strengths, but that didn't mean that their strengths were all outstanding.
A professional captain like Harrison had trained and trained newcomers for more than ten years, and would definitely be able to squeeze out their value.
At that moment, Luke said to Remick, "Is Claire Coulson on the other list?"
Stumped for a moment, Remick immediately understood. "She's yours?"
"Sister." Luke gave an affirmative answer. "She's already received an acceptance letter from USC, so …"
Of course Remick understood, but he still sighed. "Your sister's name is on the list of candidates for all the detectives. Did you teach her?"
Luke was amused. "You'll have to ask her father. He's been the sheriff of a small town for more than ten years."
Remick was enlightened. "No wonder!" His attitude became a little more intimate.
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