Super Detective in the Fictional World

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Somewhere in Africa, a little girl, four or five years old, looks at the image on the light screen, and she's like, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow. ”

Standing next to her was a young black man in his twenties.

He looked at it for a while and shook his head slightly: "Not one of us, the technique used in this suit of armor is very different from ours. ”

The little girl hummed the song softly and paddled around on the light screen, suddenly cheering: “Ha ha, I found him. Oh, brother, look. ”

The young black man looked at the black man on the light screen and frowned: “Search our family database. ”

“There are no similar goals.” Results appear quickly on the light screen.

The little girl jumped and played in the room, poking at the black image on the light screen with her hand: "He seems more handsome than you, brother. ”

Young Negro: “Are you sure? ”

Little girl: "Really, his five officers are prettier than you, even if it's procedural. ”

Young Negro: “... let's go, Su Rui, it's time to go to class. ”

The little girl giggled, “Oh, my brother's angry, my brother's angry. ”

Young black man helplessly followed her: “No, I'm not that mean...”

……

Luke went back to Los Angeles for a peaceful first day.

The next day, Selena went to work alone, and he rubbed Claire's second-hand Ford to the academy.

He just wandered around the playground for less than two laps and was summoned by Remick on the phone.

“Luke, you haven't finished your list yet?” Remick's hair is messy, his eyes are dark, and he's probably been working a lot lately.

With less than three weeks to go, the police are ready to pull these rookie cadets out on duty to alleviate the lack of LAPD.

Luke: "In such a hurry? I have a preliminary list for you. ”

Remixon took a breath.

Though there was nothing wrong with Lok's list of individuals, he was counting on a few more talents on Luk's list.

His expectations of Luke's list are a little higher than those of other detectives.

As a result, I got Luke's special little book, and I quickly glanced over the name, and Remick looked up stunned: “So many? ”

There are no more than twenty or thirty people on the list handed over by the other detectives, and there are no fewer than fifty on the list by Luke.

Even if the number of participants in this training exceeds 600, this number is a little too high.

Luke coughed softly: “Probably only more than twenty of the first page meet your requirements, the second page of...”

Boom!

The door to Remick's office was pushed open and a black head walked in.

“Shit, these are bullshit! We SWAT are not regular patrol officers. How do we know which cadet is right for us?” This black-head is holding his phone and yelling at the microphone.

When he saw the look on the faces of the two of them, he was helpless: "Okay, we'll talk later. ”

This blackhead, of course, is SWAT captain Harrison.

Hanging up the phone, he greeted two people and went mad at Remick: "What are you doing? We're Special Police, not Patrol Police. Can you use the guy I picked out? ”

More importantly, he sees people who are hard to use.

SWAT has traditionally been an elite selection from the LAPD, and these cadets are not even formal police officers.

Once the cadets become full police, it will take at least two or three more years to enter the SWAT selection list.

Remick: "Harrison, everyone has to hand over this list, it's not for you to pick up the team. ”

Harrison hummed.

His biggest dissatisfaction was that, with his strength, but without his benefit, their SWAT has been under more pressure lately.

Harrison recently made several dispatch reports, which resulted in all SWAT teams reporting to VIPs at headquarters.

The VIP's report is naturally silent.

Luke, hey, hey, smile. “Want someone? Recommend some good seedlings. ”

Harrison was surprised: "Are you serious? This is a cadet. ”

Luke picks up the little book that Remick puts on the table: “Look at those on page two. I don't think they're necessarily good for being a detective, but maybe you can use it. ”

Harrison took Ben and looked at him for a moment, and he glanced at him and said, "Is there anyone else like that? ”

Luke nodded with a smile: "What do you say? How to get people to help you is another matter, but some people can do logistical support and other ancillary work without following you. ”

Harrison repeatedly looked at the description of several people in there and nodded, “Well, I can apply for them to go to our control center as regular interns, give them logistical support if they have a mission, and replace three to five regular crew members, as long as there are ten or eight available. ”

Speaking of which, he looked up to Remic and said, "I've been training you for so long, now it's your turn to help me, old man. ”

Remick put a handrail on the forehead: “That's not the rule, Harrison. ”

Harrison threw an international sign at him and said, "Come on! Give it or not, say something! ”

Remick held his head down for seconds, desperately bowing to the boss: "You take care of the transfer yourself, I'm just a training supervisor, okay? ”

Harrison laughed and ripped off the second page of Luke's book and folded it carefully, putting it in his top pocket: "Remember, you've never seen this list, OK? ”

Rémique: "… OK. ”

He's in his 40s, and the list is gone again. Only Master Ghost can remember the names of more than 30 people.

This doesn't affect Remick's relationship with Harrison.

In LAPD, there's never enough people to rob people, and you have to face them.

For VIPs, it's very common for old guys to roll around in their boss's office.

Generally speaking, the boss can't do anything about an old guy who can do things, let alone let his people do things and not give him any support!

With Luke's eyes, Harrison was convinced that there was an urgent need to rob someone. Of course, he took Luke's second blacklist.

Those guys on the list have a lot of flaws over strengths, but they can't resist those strengths.

A professional team leader like Harrison, who has been cleaning up and polishing rookies for over a decade, promises to squeeze their value out.

And Luke said to Remick, "Is there Claire Coulson on the other list? ”

Remick stunned and realized, “Is she yours? ”

“Sister.” Luke responded positively: “She's already got an admission letter from South Carolina, so...”

Of course Remick understood, but he exclaimed, “Your sister's name appears on all the detective lists. Did you teach her that? ”

Luke Gual: “Ask her father there, he's been a town sheriff for over a decade. ”

Remick suddenly said, "Homeschooling, no wonder!” Attitudes are also a little closer.