Peterson was stunned: "Who are you looking for?"
"Excuse me, are you Instructor Peterson?" Luke asked with his signature smile.
Peterson nodded unconsciously: "I am, you..."
Luke: "Student Luke Coulson, reporting in." He handed over the note from Remick.
Peterson took the note with a dark face, looked at it, was silent for a moment, and anger flashed in his eyes.
This training was notified a long time ago, how come someone suddenly interrupted
However, he did not get angry immediately.
He is a principled man, he will only use practical actions to... deal with this unruly queue-jumping rookie.
"Okay, let's go, you come with us." Peterson said as he walked quickly out of the classroom.
Luke followed with a normal expression, ignoring the gazes of the group of reserve rookies behind him.
In less than two minutes, Peterson led the students to the playground: "Now, let me test your basic level. Who will go first?"
Luke met his gaze, still smiling, and raised his hand decisively: "Sir, it's me!"
Peterson was stunned and muttered in his heart: This guy’s wording is correct!
Ordinary newbies will directly say words like "I", "I'll do it", "I'll try" and so on.
Peterson would grab the other person and scold him, saying nonsense like "you must report to your superior first" and so on.
In fact, this is a common training method. It allows rookies to understand from the details that the police belong to a disciplined force and must learn to obey orders.
He was annoyed, raised the stopwatch in his hand and pressed it, then said: "Okay, let's do the 400-meter obstacle test first, let's start."
Luke: “Yes, sir,” he said, and rushed onto the obstacle course.
After Luke started the test, all the rookie students waited with bated breath, wanting to see how this outspoken person would pass the test so that they could have a reference for themselves.
But within 20 seconds, instructor Peterson and all the students felt like they were screwed: Are you kidding me? Are you here to make fun of us
On the field, Luke was leaping very fast with a smile on his face, and you could tell at a glance that he was in a relaxed state.
He leaped over the low baffle, walked on the slender wooden bridge with steady and even steps, and climbed over the high wall in less than a second. He cleared all obstacles without any mistakes, as if he had practiced them countless times. His movements were light and smooth, and he looked like he was at ease.
When Luke returned to the starting point, he looked at the dazed Peterson and smiled brightly: "Report to the commander, the test is completed."
Peterson nodded woodenly.
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 was extremely good, but it was not the real result, because Peterson's stopwatch started too early and ended too late, so he didn't know whether he was delayed by ten or fifteen seconds.
His lips moved, but he couldn't think of what to say.
Criticize it, Peterson's own best record is not as good as this result! If you call this result shit, then isn't he even worse than shit
He had never prepared words of praise, and couldn't think of any right away.
Peterson was awkwardly stuck.
Over there, Remick just came out of the side door of the building. When he saw this side, he called out from a distance: "Peterson, come here."
Peterson was as if he had been pardoned. He shouted, "Return to the team, take a rest," and hurried towards Remick.
Luke stood silently at the front of the students, watching the conversation between Remick and Peterson in the distance, and found that the expressions of the two seemed inexplicably entangled as they whispered to each other.
There were also many students whispering behind him. With his amazing hearing, he could hear them clearly, but it was all expected.
There is no one who says bad things.
Of course, when these people go back and talk privately, that’s another matter.
Soon, the two middle-aged men over there finished their conversation, and Remick left.
Peterson stood there with his back to the students for at least ten seconds before turning around and walking over.
Looking at Peterson with a stiff smile on his face, Luke was speechless: If he was not sure that he did not lend money to this instructor, he would really think that he owed him a lot of money.
However, Peterson cursed in his heart: Why throw the person with connections to Harry, the flatterer, instead of to me
It's a pity that Remick wanted to deal with transfer students like Luke, so he deliberately arranged him to the strict Peterson class instead of Instructor Harry's.
As a result, both of them are in a lot of trouble now.
But Peterson is quite good at being an instructor.
Next, he accurately bypassed Luke, the tough guy, and concentrated his firepower on other rookies.
A few minutes later, Peterson took out his phone with a serious face, hummed and ohed a few times, and then called the name: "Cadet Luke, Director Remick has some documents that need your signature. You can come over now."
Luke could hear that there was no voice coming from the phone.
But he just said he understood and went to Remick's office.
After knocking on the door and entering, I saw that the training director's expression was much gentler than before: "Luke, we have understood your situation. Your next training schedule is arranged as follows..."
After talking for a while, he asked tentatively: "Is this okay?"
Luke smiled and nodded, "Thank you very much for your understanding, Director Remick."
At this time, there was another knock on the door.
Before Remick could say anything, the door was pushed open and a middle-aged strong man with a bald head walked in.
He was still yelling in dissatisfaction: "Remick, can't you find ordinary detectives to train the rookies here? Our time is very tight recently, and it's a waste to come here to take classes... Uh, Detective Luke?"
Luke kept smiling: "Captain Kobe? It's been a while since we last met. Are you still so stressed out at work?"
The person who came was Harrison Kobe, the captain of a SWAT team that Luke met during the Zhongfu Building robbery.
Hearing Luke's question, the bald black-headed Harrison smiled bitterly. "Just call me Harrison. You must have heard about the case in the East District last night. The police department asked us to step up our efforts, but also asked us to provide anti-terrorism training for the police officers. I was so busy that I didn't even have time to go to the bathroom. I almost peed my pants."
Then he looked at Remick and said, "You already invited Luke here, so why did you call us?"
Remick was puzzled: "Huh?"
Luke coughed lightly: "Harrison, I'm here for training."
Harrison's face froze for a moment, and he looked at Luke.
Luke nodded to confirm his words.
Harrison turned his head to Remick again, and Remick nodded silently. He lost his voice and said, "Are you serious? In this shabby place, who can train Luke? Wait, is this some kind of computer or rules and regulations training?"
Luke smiled but said nothing.
It’s better not to make a fuss about coming to participate in the police induction training by yourself.
Harrison wouldn't gossip about him, but the more people knew, the greater the risk of it being leaked.