Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke didn't care about everyone's expressions: "Second, find shelter first to avoid it. After ensuring your safety, you can't give up your initiative. You must immediately carefully observe the enemy's situation. I recommend everyone to bring a small thing with you.

"Mirror." He pulled out a half-palm-sized mirror in his chest pocket: "I am stainless steel, durable, and not expensive. Putting on his chest pocket, maybe one day I can still help you block a shot. "

Looking at the more eccentric expressions of everyone, he chuckled: "As far as I personally know, a living policeman will always be more effective than a dead policeman, so don't take the liberty to make use of gadgets."

He paused, let everyone digest what he said, and continued: "Third, don't be jealous of heroes. In most emergencies, staying behind is a good choice. Here is Los Angeles. We have tens of thousands of colleagues. As a backup, blind impulsive behavior is not desirable. It is a good choice to cooperate with colleagues present to maintain continuous suppression of the gangsters. "

Having said that, Luke raised his hand and gestured to Harrison: "Professional gangsters, it is best to give them to Captain Harrison to deal with them. Don't rush into the professional work."

Harrison: ... You're so embarrassed to say that?

Luke coughed softly: "Well, there are three points in the experience I have summarized. You can experience it yourself in the future, and I will not delay everyone's time."

He was snickering in his heart.

This class is really simple, summing up experience is three points-counseling! Counsel again! What special counseling!

This is really the best experience for a rookie police officer without extraordinary strength.

Dead people do not need experience.

Peterson cried and looked at Remick.

Remick nodded helplessly: "Well, you continue to class. Luke, you come with me."

The trainees resumed training, and the three Remick walked back to the teaching building.

Lemick smiled bitterly after leaving the trainees' eyes: "Detective Luke, you're in class like this ... not so good?"

Luke smiled and looked at Harrison: "Harryson, what do you think?"

Harrison frowned for a moment, then slowly nodded: "Luke is right. Rather than let these rookies surge in blood and shoot the gangsters, it is better to tell them to hide."

Remick's lips moved:… Kete, is this training for police officers, does it make you teach all these students to be cowards?

Luke murmured in his heart that the brave rookie was in danger, but his brain rushed forward. Is it still dead when he meets an eye-level opponent like Rebecca?

This kind of thing didn't happen much in the last life, but this is a world with super bad guys.

As a little police officer, it's better to persuade than to make a bloodshed.

After all, no police station in the United States has enough funds to pay a large amount of pensions.

Remick didn't get Harrison's support and could only give up and return to his office in depression.

He originally wanted to use Luke as a free instructor, but found that this free is not reliable.

But Harrison, a professional, agrees with Luke's words, where he can refute.

Seeing nothing to worry about, he let Luke do it for himself.

Luke went to drive and talked with Harrison about the recent law and order in Los Angeles. When he drove the door, he found Harrison still standing by the side.

He asked smoothly: "Do you want to continue training students here?"

Harrison shook his head: "No, didn't you just listen to your class? My team members' cars are all gone. They will come to pick me up later."

Luke laughed: "No need to bother, I'll send you back to the city."

Harrison was also straightforward: "OK."

They drove all the way back, and they talked well.

Harrison is a professional, and he is very serious, talking about things at work.

He's like the best-in-class engineers in ordinary companies, but he doesn't like entertainment and flattering.

Luke also prefers to discuss issues with such peer experts, without worrying too much, and without involving personal privacy.

The car was close to the east of the city, and Harrison's phone rang.

He picked up and said a few words to hang up, then looked at Luke embarrassedly: "I have a team member who wants me to pick him up ..."

Luke shrugged. "Just say the address."

Harrison said the address and coughed softly. "Thank you."

Luke Haha laughed: "Forget it, Harrison, when you say such polite words, you feel like a middle school otaku who has the courage and courage to talk."

Harrison's dark face was relaxed: "hey, I was a big character in high school, and girls were asking me for a chat."

Luke: "Are you a football player?"

Harrison: "... I'm the head of the firearms fever team."

Luke laughed again and said, "Harrison, there are definitely fewer girls who like playing guns than football players."

The two men talked nonsense along the way, and soon picked up a young handsome guy by the road.

This was a team member Harrison had just recruited for a few days. His name was Jim. He also brought a large metal cylinder with a sharp head at the tip, which looked a bit like a crossbow gun.

Lu Keshun asked: "What is this? Like a professional tool?"

His current level of machining is world-class, just a few glances about the usefulness of this thing.

Jim also beamed his face: "The wall breaker I invented, as long as it hits the wall, this end will open and then pull outward ..."

Luke gave a thumbs up: "An offensive channel appeared! Very simple but efficient stuff, more convenient than a door striker."

Harrison cursed with a smile: "Don't praise him. Use this gadget once, and the police station will receive a maintenance list for the residents."

Luke shrugged. "Giving money is the thing above, and it's our own life. I'm on Jim's side."

Jim hehe smiled, looking very satisfied.

Obviously, this is another technical SAT.

Harrison's phone rang again, and he said a few words, looking solemnly: "Beside Highway 47 in the Eastern District, a bank robbery has just occurred. Can a gangster drive me with automatic weapons?"

Luke stepped on the accelerator at ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ casually said: "If you need to change equipment, you can press the red button and you can lower the back to the back seat."

Harrison: "Thank you."

As he spoke, he followed his words and got into the back seat.

When Harrison got into the car, he put his big bag in the back seat, which was his full equipment.

As the captain of the SAT, his equipment is always with him during work hours.

Jim was neatly dressed before he got in the car, and at this moment just silently inspected the firearms.

Luke looked in his eyes and nodded in his heart: This is not just a technical faction, but also an action faction!

Harrison changed his gear and noticed where the car was, and he couldn't help speeding up his movements.

At Luke's speed, it didn't take 10 minutes to get to the scene of the incident.

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