Chapter 730 Stop Dreaming, You Little Bitch

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"First, look for cover to hide. Second, use the mirror to see that you don't come out. ┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛ Third, call for support immediately. So as soon as I hide in the bunker, I still use a small mirror to check the situation, and I will call you for support. already."

Luke was stunned: "There is this in the student code...?"

"Yes, it was issued temporarily this morning. There are only three items on one page." Claire and Karen nodded in unison.

Karen also added: "It is said that these three safety rules, from a very powerful front-line police detective, can greatly increase the safety factor of our students. Now it seems that it is indeed effective."

As she said so, she unconsciously glanced at the two patrolmen lying not far away.

Although the wounds of the two patrolmen were painful, their faces were full of despair: This is not right. Why did no one mention these three safety rules when I went to the police academy? Could it be that I went to a fake police academy?

But the facts are in front of you.

After encountering armed gangsters, two official patrol officers returned fire and were wounded by the gangsters soon after.

The four rookie students who were on duty with them didn't do anything. They hid behind the car and didn't show up. From time to time, they returned fire with guns, dragging the gangsters.

Especially the small Claire, leaning on the small mirror to observe, sticking out the muzzle and firing a few random shots, he wounded one of the gangsters, so that the other party did not dare to force him over for a while.

The two sides of the police and bandits formed a stalemate.

Today, there are traffic jams everywhere in Los Angeles. If Claire's four rookie students did not use the threatening "shooting method", they would have been besieged by bandits before the support arrived.

The trainees were young and uninjured. At most, they retreated, and it was difficult for the two injured patrolmen to escape.

In fact, the skill of lens shooting was specially taught by Luke to Claire.

This is the "minimum version of gunfighting" that he calculated based on his own combat experience, gunfighting skills, and auxiliary programs, which simplified the complicated situation into several shooting methods.

Claire only needs to analyze the situation a little, and then aim the muzzle to shoot at a certain range, and there is a higher chance of hitting the rushing enemy.

It is more suitable for patrolmen to use, after all, they can call for support as soon as there is an exchange of fire, and there is no need to be strong.

After a few chats,

Luke didn't forget to replace his gun with bullets and new magazines, and then gave Claire five magazines.

Claire was stunned: "I still have a magazine here."

Luke: "With your physical strength and marksmanship, bring a few more magazines. It's best to suppress the bandits with the number of bullets. Two magazines are not enough."

Claire and Karen beside her were speechless.

They were using a Glock 17, a melee weapon with 17 rounds in one magazine.

At this time, Luke gave Claire nearly a hundred rounds of bullets, and it was enough to fight a small-scale battle.

After all this was done, Luke rode his bike back.

Looking at Luke's disappearing figure, Karen's eyes glowed, and she suddenly pulled Claire over and pressed her petite her under her arm: "Tell me, are we good friends?"

Claire: "Hey, don't do anything, people thought you were interested in me when they saw it."

Karen didn't care: "First, are you a good friend?"

Claire: "Take that big lump of yours off my shoulders and we'll still be good friends."

Karen finally let go of her.

Claire: "Tell me, do you want to beg me for something strange?"

Miss Karen is the daughter of a wealthy family, and she became a police officer in pursuit of a colorful life.

During the training, she met Claire, a "playful" best friend, and she immediately bowed to the ground and worshipped the extreme boss.

Karen has also tried a variety of extreme sports with Claire, but unfortunately, her athletic talent is limited, and she is very ordinary in everything she does. She does not have the extreme sports talent that Claire has.

But also because of this, the relationship between the two is far more than the other students.

Karen: "I'm going after Luke."

Claire just took out a bottle of water from the police car, took a sip, and sprayed Karen's face.

Karen said angrily: "Why are you! He's your brother, not your boyfriend... Wait, you don't hate other girls chasing your brother like those sisters in the movie, right?"

Claire raised her cuffs and wiped the corners of her mouth: "Take it down, my brother's girlfriend in middle school is the last captain of the cheerleading team, and I am also an acquaintance."

Karen took the tissue from Claire, wiped her face, and asked, "Why are you so excited there?"

Claire glanced at her sideways: "For the sake of friendship, I'm going to say the ugly thing up front. I'm afraid my brother won't want a girlfriend like you."

Karen was stunned: "Why? Am I not beautiful? Or does he feel inferior?"

Claire patted her forehead, wrapped her arms around her neck, and whispered in her ear, "Because, he has "female" friends."

Karen pondered for a while and was surprised: "You mean friend P?"

Claire shook her head: "I don't know exactly how, anyway, he never mentioned his girlfriend."

Karen frowned: "Then I can chase him? At most..."

Claire looked at him with contempt: "Luke is nineteen years old. A handsome nineteen-year-old normal man doesn't have a girlfriend, but he doesn't usually find women. What do you think is possible?"

Karen thought for a while: "Doing handicraft work at home?"

Claire was stunned. After a while, she said, "You little bitch who is full of bullshit! He must have "female" friends, but he's not at the level of a girlfriend, so he didn't mention it to me, understand."

Karen was not convinced: "You know again?"

Claire: "He occasionally goes out at night. The next morning's new clothes have a faint scent of lady's perfume. The grade of the perfume is not worse than the one you use. What kind of possibility do you think it is?"

Karen frowned and thought hard for a moment, then shouted angrily: "Damn, there really is an opponent!"

Claire: "What?"

Karen looked at her: "I have to admit, Luke's act of coming to save me just now moved me."

"And after he killed those gangsters, he smiled softly and looked at me." Karen's eyes wandered: "In the sunshine of this summer afternoon, the bright smile of the young man is as dazzling as Apollo... ..." There was a touch of poetry in her words.

"Stop!" Claire raised her hand.

"Crack!" Karen felt a pain in the back of her head, but was slapped by the little skin monkey.

"He was smiling at me, OK?" Claire broke the illusion of a girlfriend without hesitation: "Every time he picks me up from school, he also smiles like this. I'm very familiar with it, so stop dreaming, okay?"

Karen gritted her teeth: "Damn, can't you let me finish my fantasy and then fight?"

The voice of the conversation was very low, and the two patrolmen lying not far away did not hear the specific content. They could only smile bitterly: "Two students, we are a little dizzy, can you help us rush the ambulance? We don't want to. Died."

Only then did the two women react, ending a small-scale battle between girlfriends.