Chapter Six Hundred and Eighty-One Humiliation Under the Crotch, Who Will Come Next

Female instructor Callahan rubbed her chest, she always felt that she was almost crushed by Claire's legs.

But in the face of the cheerful and lovable little skin monkey with excellent character and study, she said helplessly: "Claire, we are teaching, not an exam. I just asked you to help show fighting moves, not real fights."

Claire snorted and asked embarrassingly, "Is that going to continue? I promise to cooperate this time."

Callahan subconsciously put his hands in front of his chest and shook his head again and again: "No, you can go back and sit down. Well, just...you come to cooperate with me, Barbara."

Her hands went back and forth among the male students, and she chose a fat man, the one who was pumped by Instructor Harry to complete the running training.

Barbara stood up nervously: "Me, me? Really, really okay?" His face was already a little red.

Callahan: "Yeah, that's you. Come and attack me."

Barbara took the first two steps hesitantly.

"Come on, don't linger." Callahan drank.

Barbara hurriedly raised his fist and swung it, a typical king and eight punches.

Callahan grabbed his shoulders and threw the fat man to the ground. Then he kicked him on the head with a gesture, bent his legs, knelt down, and locked Barbara.

Then she faced the students: "See? After knocking down the opponent, you should also be good at controlling the opponent with your legs and knees. The neck is a good choice, which can greatly limit the opponent's breathing and movement. Now, Who's coming next?"

A group of male students raised their hands in unison: "I, I'll come!"

Barbara, who was subjected to the "humiliation of the crotch" by the hot female instructor, had already stopped breathing, her face was flushed with suffocation, and she was paralyzed there as if she was drunk.

Luke smiled.

Callahan is a young woman with blond hair and big breasts, with a fit and graceful body. She is only twenty-six or seventeen years old. Her appearance is a little tough, but she is still beautiful. No wonder the group of male students are so active.

The female students looked at the active male students with contempt.

The fifth time, shooting training.

Claire familiarly checked the firearm to see if the bullet was loaded, and raised her hand to fire in rapid bursts.

Clap clap clap!

A piece of bullet holes appeared on the half-body target, all within the range of eight to ten rings.

Instructor Harry nodded in satisfaction, and he admired the little girl the most.

She has outstanding abilities, a serious attitude, and a lovable personality. Unfortunately, she is too young to become a full-fledged police officer. Otherwise, she should be assigned to the top class of A1.

He walked by in turn, and the marksmanship of the others was uneven.

Some shots didn't hit the target, and some shot nine rings, and the next shot flew without a shadow, obviously blind.

boom!

With a loud noise, Instructor Harry trembled with fright.

This one is completely different from the firecracker-like gunfire from Glock.

He calmed down, looked at the location where the voice came from, and found a man proudly holding a... revolver, obviously satisfied with the shot just now.

Harry looked at the target that had been blown away by more than half not far away,

He stepped forward and said, "Boy, where did this gun come from?"

The student's face was full of joy: "A birthday present from my mother."

Instructor Harry smiled and slowly stretched out his hands: "Yes, can you show it to me?"

Student: "No problem, instructor."

Harry carefully took the Colt python, took two steps back immediately, and exited the wheel: "Los Angeles stopped giving police officers a 45-point revolver five years ago. So this I'll keep the gun for now, go with your Glock."

Luke looked straight on the side.

His Smith & Wesson M500 gun was approved by Dustin on the basis of credit and connections.

Thanks to Dustin's belief in Luke's statement that he "needs to use it to solve some difficult enemies", otherwise he would not approve.

Guns with a caliber of .45 or more are completely overpowered for police enforcement, and are particularly impractical.

So not to mention ordinary police, even in SWAT and all special forces, very few people will use such large-caliber pistols.

Taking out the small notebook, he added another one: Eugene Tiger Bailey, skilled use of firearms, and excellent arm stability.

As a result, within two days, Luke saw this Tiger Bailey carrying a gun, rushed into the house, kicked the target out of the house with one foot, and fired two more shots during the shooting training at the live site.

Luke had to add one sentence after the description: extremely impulsive temperament, with a tendency to use excessive force.

After observing all the way in this way, after two weeks, Luke looked at his little book and sighed.

There are about 20 good seedlings who are in good order, and they are basically in two A classes, but there are a lot of other strange and strange talents.

These specialties include strength, ventriloquism, car skills, marksmanship, computer intelligence analysis, picking up girls, being rich and so on.

They are all sufficient, not necessary, conditions for becoming a LAPD police officer.

The key is that these people are seriously partial to subjects, with strong abilities in one aspect and poor abilities in other aspects.

On the contrary, there are more than 20 people who are quite satisfactory, there are no obvious shortcomings, and there are some advantages.

To say that the most outstanding among this group of students is... Claire.

Luke was not surprised by this.

Claire is smart, cheerful and has a love for sports since she was a child.

She also developed a considerable interest in fighting and firearms after the Carlos family tried to kidnap her a year ago.

With Robert, a ready-made first-class instructor, her actual combat ability has improved a lot, and she is definitely a good seed for a police detective.

But Luke didn't put her name on the list, and she still has to go to college.

On this day, the little skin monkey found Luke at the end of the training, caught him and muttered a few words before running away.

Seeing her and a few female students laughing and joking, Luke shook his head with a smile, and took out his mobile phone: "Selena? I'm going to take Claire and her classmates to dinner later, are you coming?"

Selena agreed: "Of course I will come. Did this guy Claire forget me when he has a new classmate?"

Luke smiled: "She asked me to call you."

Selena snorted twice: "Can the beautiful knife go too?"

Luke thought for a while: "It should be... OK, I'll find a restaurant that allows pets later."

Selena came over quickly and found him in a secluded corner of the campus.

Luke wondered: "Why are you so fast?"

Selena: "I'm in the East District today, helping them maintain law and order."

Luke: "The East District is still so messy?"

Selena: "Don't mention it. If the earthquake you mentioned comes, the East District will definitely be one of the first places to start. There are too many unemployed people gathered there. Well, what are you doing here?"

Luke raised his hand and gestured to the small notebook in his hand: "Where are the inspectors?"

Selena looked at the darkening sky: "So dedicated?"

Her eyes swept around, her face full of shock, and she pointed to the building dozens of meters below the gentle slope: "You just inspect the students like this?"...

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