Six Hundred and Sixteen Chapters 3 Counseling Mantra and Hitchhiking

Luke didn't care about everyone's expressions: "Second, give priority to finding a bunker to avoid, and after ensuring your own safety, you can't give up the initiative. You must immediately observe the enemy's situation carefully. I recommend everyone to bring a small thing with you."

"Mirror." He took out a half-palm-sized mirror in his chest pocket: "Mine is stainless steel, durable and not expensive. Put it in the chest pocket, maybe one day it can help you block a shot. "

Looking at everyone's weirder expressions, he chuckled and said, "From my personal experience, a living policeman will always play a bigger role than a dead one, so don't make a fool of yourself, and be good at using gadgets."

He paused, allowing everyone to digest the words just now, and continued: "Third, don't be a hero. In most emergencies, it is a good choice to stick to waiting for help. This is Los Angeles, and we have tens of thousands of colleagues. As a backup, blind and impulsive behavior is not advisable. It is a good choice to cooperate with the colleagues present to maintain continuous suppression of the gangsters."

Having said that, Luke raised his hand and gestured to Harrison: "Professional gangsters, it's better to leave it to Captain Harrison and the others, don't rob the professional work."

Harrison: ... You are too embarrassed to say this?

Luke coughed lightly: "Okay, these are the three points of experience I have summed up. 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, and summarizing the experience is three points-coward! Be more cowardly! So cowardly!

For a rookie police officer without extraordinary strength, this is really the best experience.

Dead people don't need experience.

Peterson grimaced and looked at Remick.

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

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

Leaving the sight of the students, Remick smiled bitterly: "Detective Luke, you are in class like this... is it not good?"

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

Harrison frowned and thought for a moment, then nodded slowly: "Luke is right. Instead of letting these rookies rush up and shoot at the gangsters,

Might as well tell them to be honest and hide. "

Remick's lips moved: ... But this is police training, do you want to teach all these trainees to be cowards?

Luke murmured in his heart, the brave rookie encountered danger, but his mind rushed forward, and when he met an opponent of extraordinary level like Bullseye or Rebecca, wouldn't he still be full of corpses?

This kind of thing hasn't happened much in the last life, but this is a world with super villains.

It's better to be a little policeman and be a little bit more cowardly than to make a mass murder case.

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

Remick didn't get Harrison's support, so he could only give up and go back to his office depressed.

He originally wanted to use Luke as a free instructor, but found that the free one was unreliable.

But Harrison, a professional, agrees with Luke's words, and he has no confidence to refute it.

Just out of sight and out of mind, let Luke take care of himself.

Luke went to drive and chatted with Harrison about the recent law and order in Los Angeles. When he opened the door, he found that Harrison was still standing by.

He asked casually, "Do you still want to continue training students here?"

Harrison shook his head: "No, didn't I listen to your class just now? My team members' cars have all driven away. They will come and pick me up later."

Luke smiled and said, "Don't be so troublesome, I'll take you back to the city."

Harrison is also very simple: "Okay."

The two drove back all the way, and the chat was quite a contract.

Harrison is a professional and serious person who talks about work.

He's like those top-notch engineers in ordinary companies who don't like socializing and flattering.

And Luke also prefers to discuss issues with such peer experts, without too much scruples, and will not involve personal privacy.

The car was approaching the east side of the city when Harrison's phone rang.

He picked it up and said a few words and hung 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 laughed: "Forget it, Harrison, when you say such polite words, you feel like a high school otaku who has the courage to strike up a conversation."

Harrison's black face relaxed: "Hey, I was a man of the year in middle school, and it was girls who approached me."

Luke: "Are you a football player?"

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

Luke laughed again: "Harrison, middle school girls who like to play guns must be much less than those who like football players."

The two talked nonsense all the way, and soon they picked up a young handsome guy on the side of the road.

This is a team member Harrison has just recruited for a few days. His name is Jim. He also carries a large metal cylinder with a pointed head at the tip, which looks a bit like a ballista.

Luke asked casually, "What is this? Like some kind of professional tool?"

His current level of machining is the best in the world, and he can probably guess the usefulness of this thing just by looking at it.

Jim's face also glowed: "The wall breaker I invented, as long as it shoots into the wall, this end will open, and then pull it out..."

Luke gave a thumbs up: "An attack channel appears! Something that is very simple but also very efficient is more convenient than a door knocker."

Harrison laughed and scolded: "Don't praise him. Once this thing is used, the police station will receive a maintenance list from the resident."

Luke shrugged: "Giving money is a matter of the above, and our lives are our own. I'm on Jim's side."

Jim smiled, looking very satisfied.

Obviously, this is another technical SAT.

Harrison's phone rang again. He answered the call and said a few words, with a serious expression on his face: "A bank robbery just happened next to Route 47 in the East District. The robbers have automatic weapons. Can you take me there?"

Luke stepped on the accelerator and said casually: "If you need to change equipment, you can press the red button and you can put down the backrest and go to the back seat."

Harrison: "Thank you."

As he said that, he did what he said and got into the back seat.

When Harrison got into the car, he also put his large bag in the back seat, which was his full set of equipment.

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

Jim was neatly dressed before he got in the car, and was just silently checking the firearm at the moment.

Luke looked in his eyes and nodded in his heart: This one is not only a techie, but also an activist!

As Harrison changed his gear, he paid attention to the position of the car, and his hands couldn't help speeding up.

At Luke's speed, it took less than ten minutes to get to the scene of the incident, and he wouldn't be able to get his equipment right if he didn't hurry up.

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