Seeing that Luke and the other man didn't care, Sonya lowered her voice even more: "So, if headquarters wants you to assist in investigating this series of cases, it's best to stay away."
Luke nodded: "Understood, thank you."
After the two drove out of the police station, Selina smacked her lips and said, "This is a serious matter. Even Sonya warned us not to get involved."
"That's what Elsa meant," Luke said.
Selina: "Okay, so what are we going to do?"
"Everything remains the same. We just need to investigate the small case we have on hand." Luke said casually and drove out.
The small cases he mentioned were just non-urgent cases, not necessarily really small.
Luke and his companion went to see the crime scene, talked to several neighbors as usual, and then drove home.
After lunch, he was about to go out to the airport to pick up Claire when his cell phone rang.
Luke answered and said a few words, his face conflicted.
Selina asked as she put on a thin shirt, "What's wrong?"
Luke didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You have to go pick up Claire. I have to go to training."
Selina was confused: "Training? The anti-terrorism exercise?"
General training is temporary popular science education for certain emergency situations, or a formalistic process, commonly known as meetings.
The police station did issue a notice recently, requiring police officers to participate in this last-minute anti-terrorism training in batches, but it is not Luke and Selina's turn yet.
Luke smiled bitterly: "Police academy training."
Selena was stunned: "You want to be a teacher? Isn't it too early?" This was of course referring to his youthful appearance.
Luke: "Become a student."
Selina: "You're kidding! Who can be your teacher there?"
Luke: "Dustin arranged for me to fill in the gaps in the police academy training. Whether we go to New York or stay here, it won't always be this smooth."
Selina nodded in understanding: "Yes, Dustin is very thoughtful."
Luke chuckled and said, "Yeah, after my police academy training is over, we're going to take the detective exam together."
"What?" Selina was shocked.
"Dustin, you're very thoughtful. You haven't forgotten your detective exam." Luke said with a smile.
Selina was desperate: "I haven't even read the book. Am I going to hand in a blank paper?"
Luke winked at her: "Don't forget, you still have to get a college degree."
Selina was stunned for a moment, then reacted: "Can you help me with this?"
Luke chuckled and nodded to the back seat: "Don't forget this guy, give him a complete set of information, and then..."
Selina suddenly realized and slapped her forehead: "Yes. Why not let Gold Nugget help find the answer?"
Luke nodded, looking like a teachable kid: "I'll prepare a test bank in advance. It's unlikely that you'll get a full score, but it will be easy to pass or get a good score."
Selina: "Honey, you are so talented."
After the two exchanged cheating techniques, they drove out.
Selina drove the assigned car to pick up Claire, and Luke drove a second-hand Ford to the police academy outside the city.
As one of the largest police departments in the United States, and with the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department being the fourth largest police department in the country, Los Angeles has worked hard to place the police academy in the Greater Los Angeles area east of downtown Los Angeles.
The police academy is further east of Monterey Park, about an hour's drive from the west side of Los Angeles, so Luke naturally has no time to pick up Claire.
In the car, Luke called Catherine to confirm that Claire had boarded the plane, and Robert also received a satellite phone that was delivered to his door.
After giving Catherine some instructions and exchanging some sarcasm with Robert, he hung up the phone.
Passing through the East Side of Los Angeles, he noticed that there were a lot more patrol cars on the streets.
He found many plainclothes detectives in the Monterey Park Cemetery and on the viaduct.
Shrugging, he continued on his way.
This is all East District Police Department's business and has nothing to do with him.
When he arrived at the police academy, he showed his police officer ID and was let in.
The environment here is good. There is a park not far away with several small lakes.
Compared to downtown Los Angeles, life here is quieter and more comfortable.
Of course, this does not include the rookies in the police academy.
They have to undergo several months of police training here and work hard to be promoted to full-time police officers. Life is not easy.
But in recent years, with the deterioration of public security in Los Angeles and the declining interest of highly educated young people in the police profession, the number of people trained in the police academy has been hitting new lows.
For example, Sonya's weak-as-a-chicken partner, Alexandro, became a detective in the major crime squad even though there were some minor flaws in his past files.
Even an eighteen-year-old like Luke became a detective, and he was not harassed by the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
There is an increasing shortage of detectives capable of handling cases, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs can only succumb to the pressure of this environment.
After parking the car in front of the office building, Luke went in and found the training director of the police academy.
This middle-aged white supervisor in his forties with gray hair is called Remick.
After taking his training documents and looking at them for a moment, he looked strange: "You... are already a third-level detective?"
Luke looked calm and nodded, "Yes."
Remick smacked his lips, put down the file, opened a piece of paper and handed it to him: "Turn right when you go out, walk straight out of the building, and report to Instructor Peterson in the large classroom on the ground floor of Building No. 2 with this."
Luke took the note and said, "Okay, thank you." Then he went out.
Remick then made a phone call: "Hey, boss, how come I have a third-level detective who has completed police training? Did the clerk type the wrong information?"
After a moment, he looked surprised: "Is this possible? But... I have already asked him to report."
The person on the other end of the phone didn't take it too seriously: "Then go over there and tell the instructor about the actual situation of Detective Luke. Don't treat him like a new recruit."
Remick: "...Okay, you're the boss, you have the final say."
After hanging up the phone, he stood up and muttered, "Are you kidding me? Police training has started to go through the motions. Are we going to rely on these little brats who haven't even grown all their hair yet to ensure public security in Los Angeles? The big bosses in the East District are all about to step down. Aren't you afraid that you'll step down one day, too?"
After complaining about his irresponsible boss, Remick put on his coat and walked out the door.
At least, until his idiotic boss steps down, he has to carry out this bullshit order.
Luke quickly found his instructor Peterson.
In fact, the timing of his appearance was rather awkward.
In the classroom, Instructor Peterson asked in a serious tone: "In my opinion, there are no exceptions, no tolerance, and mistakes are strictly prohibited. Rookies, do you understand?" At this time, Luke just pushed the door open.
More than thirty pairs of eyes in the classroom looked over, and then the eyes of the rookie students were all cast on Peterson.