Super Detective in the Fictional World

At this moment, a mystery man is driving with Claire and Selena to the academy.

Originally, he and Remick's supervisor communicated with each other on the other side of the police academy, only three to five times apart, just to show up and punch the flash man.

Previously agreed training courses were eliminated after his "Three Truths” export.

Luke thought he had been mixing up three and a half months of police training, and yesterday, the director of Remick raised the issue of letting him be the instructor again, and not on an ad hoc basis.

He just heard it, thought Remick was joking, but he heard it for a moment and knew it wasn't.

Remick gave him the task of not day-to-day management training.

Instructors at the police academy are still responsible for taking the rookie trainees to work out and learn skills and knowledge.

What Luke needs to do is pick out good seedlings from this new group of students.

This position is similar to the quality inspector on the production line.

The police academy itself is also the executioner of this screening, but Luke picks talent who can work on the front lines of the police station, and there has to be something about it.

He picks out excellent raw materials first, and the police academy will focus on inspection and training.

The mission even sent official correspondence to the West Side Serious Crimes Unit, where Dustin personally approved.

Understandably, this is a talent development pilot run by LAPD, which aims to supplement the increasingly scarce and sophisticated police force.

Driving close to the academy, Luke finds that the traffic here is N times greater than it used to be, and a wide variety of cars are headed for the academy.

All of a sudden, a brown-yellow SUV drove by Luke's side, and a shout came from Luke's ear.

All three looked sideways and found a woman in nightgown slippers lying on the hood of a SUV with pink hair curls all over her hair.

She grabbed the wiper on the front windshield and shouted, "One more step and you're dead! You hear me, you bastard? ”

Even if Luke's three men and each other's car were traveling at about 80 kilometers an hour, this shocking roar could still be heard clearly.

“WTH?” Luke's calm muttered.

Selena and Claire were thrilled and squeaky, watching this rare and strange thing.

Think about it. Luke still didn't turn on the lights and pull the siren.

Otherwise, the SUV will speed up the escape and throw the pajamas woman out!

Less than two minutes later, the RV stopped.

Luke stopped the car, too, because... it's somewhere.

In a sudden brake, the pajamas woman on the hood flew out, drew a parabola in the middle of the air and smashed into the fountain in front of the car.

A moment later, Luke and the three of them looked at the woman in the fountain who was so angry that she continued to curse people in her pajamas that they figured it out, or didn't go up and take care of it.

Because she shouts words like "divorce”, so she's the one driving the RV... husband?

Looking at the middle-aged man who never walked back into the police academy building, Luke thought he should have had enough of his marital life before deciding to be a cop.

Luke parked his car in the faculty district, and Claire and Selena went around on their own, and he walked toward the building.

He came here a number of times before, and although he could see a lot of learners each time, he was practicing neatly.

Today, it turns into a market.

Men and women, black, white, yellow, tall, fat, or large or small crowds keep pouring through the entrance to the academy.

A convertible sports car suddenly stopped in front of him, and four girls in cool and hot clothes were busy kissing a young man goodbye, with meaty names like sweet pea pies.

Four girls said goodbye to the man, and Luke's hot gaze swept wildly, and the tease was so obvious.

Luke didn't make a sound, smile to be right.

The young man turned around with the box, just in line of sight with Luke, and he smiled hey: "Hello, are you here to report? ”

Luke nodded as usual: "Well, yes. These... are your girlfriends? ”

The young man looked at the convertible that had been moving away and nodded with a smile: "Yes. You don't have to be too surprised, it's perfectly normal. ”

Luke nodded thoughtfully: “It's perfectly normal. What's your name, by the way? ”

“George Martin.” Young men smile.

Luke: “I wish you a wonderful memory here. ”

Then he left, muttering in his heart: Alternative One appeared.

A man who can lift four sisters at the same time, and not with money, has no low talent for communication.

Even if that ability were to be annotated by a "woman," it would still be very helpful for detectives, after all, half of the world's people were women.

Just a few steps away, I heard the mothers and daughters talking: "Why did you come to be a policeman? ”

“Mom, it's policewoman! Because I don't want to live like you, too boring. And when the police can meet a lot of unheard of things.” A young, beautiful blonde ocean horse answered impatiently.

The elderly lady leaves her mouth shut: "Are you sure you didn't want to be a cop because you saw Batman's news? ”

Girl: “So, I chose to be a law enforcement officer, bright and upright to help ordinary people. ”

Luke weighed the outfits of the next two and smiled up and said, "Hello, my name is Luke Coulson. May I ask your name? ”

Both mothers and daughters turned their heads in surprise.

It's been a long time since I've had this simple, rough talk.

The lady hasn't spoken yet, and the girl reaches out, “Karen Thompson, nice to meet you, Luke. ”

Luke smiled and shook her hand: "It's important that you keep your faith. ”

After that, he let go and continued.

Leaving mothers and daughters face to face: what about the deal?

They looked at the young man with full eyes, otherwise he would not have easily taken care of him, who knew he would just leave without a word.

Luke labeled this Karen girl number two.

There is a certain sense of morality and justice, and the family is very rich.

Apart from being jealous of the inevitable, most people don't really hate the existence of second generations, they hate second generations that don't work for them.

Like Luke, not second-generation, but related.

Few people hate him at the West End Police Department.

Because instead of taking credit for his relationship, he will share a lot of credit, and his relationship will help solve the case.

Generations like this don't hate their peers as long as they're not stupid.

Rich and powerful, it is also a case-handling resource.

They can handle things that no one else can handle.

No one else can hold the black pot, they can hold it steady.

Everything has to recognize its two-sided nature, and so do the second generation.

When Luke walked to the building door, a police car came down exactly two people.

He just glanced and immediately hid away.