Luke didn't care about the expressions of the crowd: "Second, find a shelter first. After ensuring your own safety, you can't give up the initiative. You must immediately and carefully observe the enemy's situation. I recommend that you carry a small item with you."
"Mirror." He took out a mirror half the size of his palm from his chest pocket. "This one is made of stainless steel. It's durable and not expensive. Put it in your chest pocket. Maybe it can help you block a bullet someday."
Seeing everyone's even weirder expressions, he chuckled and said, "From my personal experience, living police officers are always more useful than dead ones, so don't show up casually and be good at using small tools."
He paused, letting everyone digest what he had just said, and continued, "Third, don't try to be a hero. In most emergencies, holding on and waiting for help is a good choice. This is Los Angeles, and we have tens of thousands of colleagues as backup. Blind and impulsive behavior is not advisable. Cooperating with colleagues on the scene and maintaining continuous suppression of the criminals is a good choice."
At this point, Luke raised his hand and signaled Harrison: "It's best to let Captain Harrison and his men deal with these professional gangsters. Don't steal the work of professionals."
Harrison: ...How dare you say that
Luke coughed lightly and said, "Okay, these are the three points of experience I have summarized. You can experience them on your own in the future. I won't waste your time."
But he was laughing in his heart.
This class is really simple. To sum up the experience, there are three points to be timid! Be timid again! Be timid!
For rookie police officers who don't have extraordinary abilities, this is truly the best experience.
The dead don't need experience.
Peterson looked at Remick with a sad face.
Remick nodded helplessly: "Okay, you guys continue with your class. Luke, come with me."
The trainees resumed their training, and Remick and the other two walked back to the teaching building.
After leaving the students' sight, Remick smiled bitterly: "Detective Luke, teaching like this... isn't a good idea, is it?"
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 get excited and shoot at the bandits, it's better to tell them to stay put and hide."
Remick moved his lips: ... But this is police training, are you going to turn all these trainees into cowards
Luke muttered in his heart, a brave rookie who rushes forward when encountering danger, if he encounters an extraordinary opponent like Bullseye or Rebecca, won’t there be corpses everywhere
This kind of thing didn't happen much in the previous life, but this is a world with super villains.
It's better to be a little timid as a policeman than to cause a bloody massacre.
After all, no police department in the United States has sufficient funds to pay out large amounts of pensions.
Remick did not get Harrison's support, so he had to give up and returned to his office depressed.
He originally wanted to use Luke as a free instructor, but he found out that free things were unreliable.
But since Harrison, a professional like him, agreed with Luke, he had no right to refute.
Just out of sight, out of mind, and let Luke do as he pleases.
Luke went to drive, chatting with Harrison about the recent security in Los Angeles along the way. When he opened the car door, he found Harrison still standing beside him.
He asked casually, "Are you going to continue training students here?"
Harrison shook his head: "No, I was listening to your lecture just now. My team members' cars have left. They will come to pick me up later."
Luke smiled and said, "Don't bother. I'll take you back to the city."
Harrison was also very straightforward: "Okay."
The two drove all the way back and had a pretty good chat.
Harrison is a professional and serious person, and he only talked about work.
He is like those engineers in ordinary companies who have top-notch skills but don't like socializing or flattering.
Luke also prefers to discuss issues with such peer experts without having to worry too much and without involving personal privacy.
Harrison's phone rang as the car approached the east side of the city.
He picked up the phone, said a few words and hung up, then looked at Luke embarrassedly: "One of my team members wants me to pick him up..."
Luke shrugged. "Just tell me the address."
Harrison gave the address and coughed softly, "Thank you."
Luke laughed. “Come on, Harrison, when you say such polite words, you sound like a middle school nerd trying to muster up the courage to strike up a conversation.”
Harrison's stern face relaxed: "Hey, I was a popular guy in middle school. Girls always approached me."
Luke: “Are you a football player?”
Harrison: "…I am the leader of the Gun Fever Team."
Luke laughed again. "Harrison, there are definitely fewer middle school girls who like guns than those who like football players."
The two chatted along the way and soon met a young and handsome guy on the side of the road.
This is a team member Harrison had just recruited a few days ago. His name is Jim. He was carrying a large metal cylinder with a sharp head on the tip, which looked a bit like a crossbow.
Luke asked casually, "What is this? It looks like some kind of professional tool?"
His current mechanical processing skills are world-class, and he could roughly guess the use of this thing after just a few glances.
Jim's face lit up as well: "The wall-breaking device I invented, once shot into the wall, this end will open, and then pull outwards..."
Luke gave a thumbs up. "A new attack channel has appeared! It's a very simple but very effective thing, more convenient than a door-ramming device."
Harrison laughed and scolded, "Don't praise him. Every time this thing is used, the police station will receive a maintenance list from the resident."
Luke shrugged. "Paying is a matter for the higher-ups. Our lives are our own. I stand on Jim's side."
Jim chuckled and looked very satisfied.
Obviously, this is another technical SWAT.
Harrison's phone rang again. He answered it and said a few words, his face becoming serious: "There was a bank robbery just happened on Highway 47 in the East District. The robbers were armed with 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 put down the backrest to go to the back seat."
Harrison: “Thank you.”
He then did as he was told and got into the back seat.
When Harrison got in the car, he also put his large bag on the back seat, which contained his full set of equipment.
As the captain of the SWAT team, he carries all his equipment with him during working hours.
Jim was fully dressed before getting in the car, and now he was just silently checking his gun.
Luke saw it and nodded in his heart: This guy is not only a technical guy, but also a man of action!
While Harrison was putting on his equipment, he kept an eye on the location of the car and couldn't help but speed up his movements.
At Luke's speed, it would take less than ten minutes for him to reach the scene. If he didn't hurry, he wouldn't be able to get his equipment ready.