Chapter Six Hundred and Fourteen, Rookie Jumping in Line, Dismounting

Peterson was stunned: "Who are you looking for?"

"Excuse me, are you Instructor Peterson?" Luke said with a signature smile.

Peterson nodded unconsciously: "I am, you..."

Luke: "Student Luke Coulson, come to report." The note in Remick's hand was handed over.

With a dark face, Peterson took the note and looked at it. He was silent for a moment, and anger flashed in his eyes.

This training has been notified long ago, how could someone suddenly be inserted?

However, he didn't get angry right away.

He's a principled man, and he'll only use practical actions to... clean up this unruly queue-cutting rookie.

"Okay, let's go, and you will follow along." Peterson said and walked out of the large classroom quickly.

Luke kept up with his face as usual, turning a blind eye to the gazes of a group of reserve rookies behind him.

In less than two minutes, Peterson took the students to the playground: "Now, let me test your basic level first, who will come first?"

Luke met his gaze, with the same smile on his face, and raised his hand simply: "Report sir, me!"

Peterson was stunned for a moment, and muttered in his heart: This guy's language is not wrong!

Ordinary rookies will simply say things like "I", "I'll come", "I'll try", etc.

Peterson can grab the other party and spit it out, such as the bullshit that he must call the report officer first.

In fact, this is the usual method of training, which can make the rookies realize from the details that the police belong to the disciplined forces, and they must learn to obey orders.

Annoyed in his heart, he raised the stopwatch in his hand and pressed it before saying, "Okay, let's do the 400-meter obstacle test first, let's start."

Luke: "Yes, sir." Then he rushed to the obstacle course.

After Luke started the test, all the rookie students waited and watched, all wanting to see how this early bird passed the test, and they could have a reference for themselves.

But in less than twenty seconds,

Instructor Peterson and all the students have a feeling of beeping a dog: why are you kidding me? You are here to play with us!

I saw that on the field, Luke jumped like a fly without saying a word, and he still had that smile on his face, and at a glance, he knew that he was in a relaxed state.

The low baffle jumped over, and the footsteps on the slender single-plank bridge were stable and even, and it took less than a second to build and flip the high wall. All obstacles were as if they had been practiced countless times. A look of ease.

When Luke returned to the starting point, he looked at Peterson blankly, and smiled brightly: "Report sir, the test is complete."

Peterson nodded sullenly.

Luke looked at the stopwatch in his hand: "Sir, can I return to the team?"

Peterson nodded again, suddenly came to his senses, and pressed the stopwatch in his hand.

One minute and forty-five seconds!

This result is extremely good, but it is not the real result, because Peterson's stopwatch starts too early and ends too late, and he does not know whether he is delayed by ten seconds or fifteen seconds.

His lips moved, and he couldn't think of what he should say.

Criticize, Peterson's own best record is not as good as this result! Calling this grade a shit, isn't he even worse than shit?

For the words of praise, he... never prepared, and couldn't think of a word.

Peterson got stuck awkwardly.

Over there, Remick just came out of the side door of the building, and when he saw this, he greeted him from a distance: "Peterson, come here."

As if in amnesty, Peterson shouted, "Return to the team, take a break." He hurried over to Remick.

Luke stood silently in front of the students, watching the conversation between Remick and Peterson in the distance, and found that the expressions of the two seemed inexplicably tangled as they talked in a low voice.

There are also many students whispering behind him, and the amazing ear can hear these words clearly, but they are all expected.

There are no bad people.

Of course, when these people go back and say in private, that's another story.

Soon, the two middle-aged men over there finished talking, and Remick left.

Peterson was there with his back to the students for at least ten seconds before turning around.

Looking at Peterson with a stiff smile on his face, Luke was speechless: If he hadn't been convinced that he hadn't lent the instructor money, he would have thought he owed him a lot of money.

Peterson was also scolding in his heart: The related households just throw the flatterer Harry, why are you throwing it to me?

It's a pity that Remick also wanted to clean up a transfer student like Luke before, so he deliberately arranged him to the strict Peterson class instead of Instructor Harry.

As a result, both of them are quite painful now.

But Peterson is very good at being an instructor.

Next, he precisely bypassed Luke's tough stubble and focused his firepower on the other rookies.

A few minutes later, Peterson took out his phone with a stern face, and said, "Student Luke, Director Remick has documents that you need to sign, you can go."

Luke could hear it, but there was no voice in the phone at all.

But he just expressed his understanding and went to Remick's office.

Knocking on the door, I saw that the training director's expression was much gentler than before: "Luke, we have already understood your situation, and your next training schedule is arranged like this..."

After speaking for a while, he asked tentatively, "Is that okay?"

Luke nodded with a smile: "Thank you very much for your understanding, Director Remick."

At this moment, the door was knocked again.

Before Remick could say a word, the door was pushed open, and a middle-aged strong man with a black bald head walked in.

He also shouted dissatisfiedly: "Remick, can't you hire ordinary police detectives for training as a rookie here? Our time has been very tight recently. It's a waste of time to come here... eh, Detective Luke?"

Luke kept smiling: "Captain Kobe? It's been a long time since I saw you, and the work pressure is still so great?"

The person who came was Harrison Kobe, the captain of a certain SAT team that Luke knew during the Zhongfu Building robbery.

Hearing Luke's question, the black-haired Harrison smiled bitterly: "Just call me Harrison. You didn't hear about the case in the East District last night, did you? Now the bureau requires us to strengthen our efforts, but let us give The police were doing anti-terrorism training, and I was so busy that I didn’t have time to go to the toilet, so I almost peeed my pants.”

Saying that, he looked at Remick: "You have invited Luke, so why are you calling us?"

Remick was inexplicable: "Huh?"

Luke coughed lightly: "Harrison, I'm here for training."

Harrison looked dull and looked at Luke.

Luke nodded to confirm his words.

Harrison turned his head to Remick again, and Remick nodded silently, before he lost his voice: "Are you serious? Who can train Luke in this mess? Wait, is it some kind of computer or rules and regulations training? "

Luke smiled without saying a word.

It's better not to make a fuss about taking part in the police induction training by yourself.

Harrison won't gossip about him, but the more people who know, the more risk of leakage.

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