While there were more than ten thousand people in LAPD, a lot of them were clerks who didn't go out to the field. There were only seven or eight thousand officers on the frontline.
The police academy recruited a little more than a thousand students. After basic training and a few days of internship, the police force that was stretched thin was greatly relieved.
The students were still unable to deal with armed conflicts, but they were more than enough to assist the official police officers in directing traffic and maintaining order.
Unfortunately, Los Angeles was a city with a "glorious" tradition.
After a large number of residents left their homes and sought refuge in other places, riots inevitably broke out.
From the radio station of the police station, all kinds of news of looting and vandalism came in one after another.
Luke and Selina simply ignored the small scuffles and focused on those who were armed and fighting the police officers.
At noon, the two parked their car at an IN.
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Outside OUT, he sat quietly on the hood of his car and ate the hamburger he had just bought.
Luke looked up at the sky and sighed inwardly. Too bad it was broad daylight!
A group of hooligans who had just robbed a grocery store ran past them. Their eyelids twitched, and they continued to eat their lunch in silence.
This kind of situation happened too often.
In the morning, the two of them had witnessed more than 50 robberies and ordinary fights. There was no way they could deal with all of them.
As long as they didn't use guns, they could only let them off. Otherwise, if they caught these guys, they would have to inform the patrol officers to come and take over.
Right now, the patrolling police were too busy. Who knew how long it would take for them to arrive, and the police station didn't have that many places to lock people up.
Suddenly, Luke's phone rang.
He quickly picked it up. "What's up?"
Luke said, "Hide. I'll be there in five minutes."
As he spoke, he hung up and took out a car from the trunk. "I'll go over first. You drive."
Selina said, "Okay."
As he spoke, Luke stomped on the ground, and the car suddenly sped up and soon disappeared into the crowded street.
His ride was a bicycle.
In traffic jams, motorcycles were useless, and bicycles came in handy.
With his stamina and endurance, even if he suppressed it to the state of a normal person, it would only take him ten to twenty minutes to cover a distance of twenty to thirty kilometers.
When he ran into a place where he couldn't pass, he would jump off the bike, put the handrail on his shoulder, and run out of the congested street in a few steps before continuing to ride.
Claire was not far from his position, less than five kilometers in a straight line.
Luke took a shortcut that didn't have any roads, and with a bike that weighed less than ten kilograms, he arrived at the scene in five minutes.
He appeared behind the criminals, and without stopping, he rode his bicycle out of the alley and kicked the two criminals standing at the entrance of the alley into the wall.
Using the recoil from the kick, he straightened his body and pushed with both hands. The bicycle entered autonomous mode and crashed into a clump of flowers not far away.
This was his emergency means of transportation today, so he couldn't afford to break it.
As he got out of the car, he crossed his arms under his armpits and raised his Glock and M686 at the same time.
Pa pa pa pa pa!
Luke charged seven or eight meters forward, and the sound of gunfire rang out like a popcorn. Finally, he stopped and crossed his arms again, putting his guns back in their holsters.
Near the entrance of the alley, seven or eight criminals who were behind cars, corners, trash cans, and steps all fell to the ground with their chests and stomachs open.
"LAPD!" he yelled.
This wasn't a warning to the criminals, but a warning to the officers behind the two police cars ten meters away not to treat him like a criminal.
However, he had clearly been overthinking.
The little monkey's voice rang out. "Haha, it's my brother. My brother is here. We're fine."
Luke also saw her put away a small mirror before she stuck her head out.
She was still very cautious. Robert's years of teaching and Selina's recent training had played a huge role.
Luke smiled. "Clear!"
Only then did the little monkey slowly stand up. She held the gun in her hand, ready to attack at any moment. She beckoned for her companions to come closer. "Don't be careless. Form groups of two and check the guns on the criminals one by one. Shoot whoever moves."
Luke didn't interfere.
No training was as good as real combat. This was the best practice.
Seeing four police academy students with blue rims on their hats come out, Luke heaved a sigh of relief. At least none of these rookies had been shot.
Claire watched as her companions cleaned up the criminals' guns, but she reported the bad news. "Luke, two of our officers have been shot."
Luke hummed in response. "I'll go take a look."
Behind the police car, a man and a woman leaned against the front door and groaned in pain.
Luke quickly examined them and nodded. "Penetrating wounds, but no major blood vessels or bones. It's not a big problem. Have you called an ambulance? "
Claire said, "Yes."
Luke said, "That's good. Do you have first aid supplies in the police car?"
Claire quickly pulled out a first-aid kit.
Luke took out a pair of rubber gloves and gave them to each of the two officers. He had them press down on the major blood vessels near the wounds with their gloved hands. "This can reduce the amount of blood loss. If the ambulance comes late, just use a bandage."
He couldn't be bothered to bandage them.
The two officers' injuries weren't serious enough to require emergency treatment. Once the ambulance arrived, the paramedics would naturally do it.
The little monkey's companions had cleared the area, and she relaxed. She couldn't stop wowing as she bounced up and down in front of Luke. "I saw it! You were so cool just now! Luke. "
She put on Luke's posture of drawing and sheathing his guns to show what she was talking about.
Luke smiled and patted her head. "Of course. I've told you before that I'm the best fighter in the LAPD. "
The little monkey chuckled. "I thought you were bragging. Your shooting skills in middle school were far worse than mine."
Luke said, "It's been a year since I graduated from middle school. I've made a lot of progress, alright?"
"Hi, Luke," a voice interrupted.
Luke turned his head and nodded with a smile. "Hello, Miss Thompson."
"Didn't I tell you last time to just call me Karen?" The blonde Miss Karen Thompson reached out and shook his hand.
Luke was about to let go, but Karen was so strong that she didn't let go until two seconds later.
His expression unchanged, he said with a smile, "It seems that your training has been pretty good."
Karen said, "It's all thanks to Claire. As soon as there was a firefight, she immediately made us follow the safety rules."
Luke hummed in acknowledgment and looked at Claire. Had the little monkey publicized the safety rules that he had taught her?
Noticing his gaze, Claire explained, "There are three main points in the safety rules for students. It's very simple."
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