Both of them are wearing police uniforms, and the one in the lead is the Chief Department (four stars), the direct superior of all police officers in Los Angeles.
If he wanted to get closer, he would have to stand at attention and salute this big guy, why bother!
Two guys who were obviously cadets approached with shining eyes: "Military cadet Kyle Bronx (Chad Copeland) reports to you, sir!"
The sheriff looked unhappy: "Get away from me, idiot."
"Yes, sir!" The two guys saluted and left in shame.
Luke was laughing so much that he thought it was right for him not to go up and get into trouble!
Don’t think that a big shot like the sheriff doesn’t swear. He was a frontline police officer.
Look at the sheriff's face. It's almost like he just got force-fed shit and had to swallow it. It's normal to get scolded if you get close to him.
Candidates number three and four appear!
Those two cadets... well, they have a strong sense of self-management.
At all times, there needs to be obedient people, even if they are not well-liked by their colleagues.
A few minutes later, he entered Remick's office.
Looking at the old man, Luke said helplessly, "Director Remick, you are trying to trick me, right? The last batch of students only had 233 people, so I agreed to screen them. But you didn't tell me that the police academy would recruit two batches of students this year. You better tell me the truth, how many people are you going to recruit this time?"
Remick smiled bitterly and raised his hand to draw a big circle outside the window: "All."
Luke: "... Are you kidding me? How much money would it cost to train? How could the bureau agree to this?"
"The bureau has received a lot of donations recently, so we were planning to expand our staff," Remick explained. "And you must know how bad the security situation in Los Angeles is these days, right?"
Luke nodded.
If he doesn't know, no one in Los Angeles will know better.
Remick: "So, the mayor has issued a strict order to the commissioner. The situation must be improved, otherwise the commissioner can go away."
Luke didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Recruiting these students won't produce results so quickly, right? In half a year, the Commissioner's butt might be cold."
Remick: "According to previous practice, trainees would undergo eight to twelve weeks of professional training before going to the city for internship duty, but this time they will start their internship after four weeks."
Luke smacked his lips. “This is unconditional. We have to create the conditions.”
Remick smiled bitterly: "Yes, so even though I know you have a lot to do, I still have to ask you for help."
Seeing Luke's expression, Remick immediately said, "I will have the instructors print your three points of experience in materials and distribute them to the rookies. You don't have to teach them in person."
Luke nodded speechlessly. He had never thought of handling the job this way this time. Why was this old guy acting so cautious
Remick: "Luke, you have to select a list of top students and give it to me in the shortest possible time so that we can train them more specifically."
Luke pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Remik, I will give you the list as soon as possible, but I can't guarantee that it will be to your liking."
Remick agreed immediately: "Sure."
Luke is not the only detective sent to assist in the screening. The police station has brought in a lot of experienced detectives this time in order to cast a wider net.
Finally, cross-check the lists submitted by these detectives so that you won’t miss any good candidates.
While the two were talking, there was also a conversation going on in the office upstairs.
The sheriff was standing in front of the window, looking at the mess on the playground, muttering, "Look, what kind of scum are these? Do they think they can wear police uniforms just by hanging out at the police academy?"
The two people, one standing and one sitting in the office, were silent.
The sheriff continued, "Do you know why I'm here? Principal Lassard."
The white-haired old man sitting there asked tentatively, "Give these freshmen a lecture?"
The sheriff laughed hard. "No, Lassad. Look at these scumbags down there. They've turned the police academy into a garbage dump, full of the stink of weeds, drugs, and body fluids. I'm not going to lecture these scumbags."
Seeing Lassad's expression, the sheriff snorted, "Relax the conditions and recruit new students on a large scale is what Councillor Thompson meant. She wants us to increase the investment in police force, so these students, regardless of gender, age, or "color", must be treated equally, so that we can create a better new Los Angeles. What do you think?"
Principal Lassard was silent for a moment: "This bitch?"
The sheriff nodded with satisfaction: "But she is about to become the mayor. The commissioner called and told us that we must accept these students. Do you know what to do?"
Principal Lassard frowned: "Try to teach them well?"
The sheriff slammed his hands on the desk, supported his body with both hands, and looked down at Principal Lassard: "No, I want you to get rid of these guys as much as possible. Once these cancers enter the police station, the Los Angeles police will be finished. I don't want Los Angeles police officers to become what people call black police again, so we must not let these guys mix into our team, do you understand?"
Lassard smiled and nodded repeatedly: "I understand, Sheriff."
The sheriff nodded with satisfaction, picked up his hat and put it on: "Come on, I'm rooting for you."
"Understood, Sheriff!" the man standing next to him answered loudly.
The sheriff glanced at the man with a wry smile and waved his hand to signal him to get out of his way. "I understand, Instructor Harry."
Having said that, the big shot opened the door and left. Instructor Harry, with a flattering smile on his face, followed the sheriff and left.
The fake smile on Principal Lassard's face lasted less than a few seconds before it collapsed. He quickly stood up and closed the office door.
Walking to the window, the old man looked at the bustling crowd of new trainees below. These "scum" as the sheriff called them were being forced to line up by the instructors.
The old man sneered.
He murmured softly, "You didn't raise any objections to the order from Congressman Thompson and the police commissioner, but came to ask me to help you mess it up. Do you think everyone is a fool? You don't have enough courage to become a commissioner, young man."
At this time, the new students downstairs were led by the instructors to line up on the playground like chickens.
Remick picked up his police uniform and hat and said, "Okay, the freshmen orientation is about to start. I have to get there."
Luke shrugged. "Do you need me to come too?"
Remick rolled his eyes. "Your class's orientation session ended a long time ago."
Luke hehe.
This means that he can go wherever he feels cool.
He followed suit and watched from a window of the building.
A white-haired old man stood in front of the cadet team with a big smile on his face and said, "I'm Principal Lassard, welcome to the police academy."