The female instructor Callahan rubbed her chest. She always felt that it was almost crushed by Claire's legs.
But facing the cheerful and likable little monkey with excellent character and academic performance, she also said helplessly: "Claire, this is a teaching session, not an exam. I just want you to come out and help demonstrate fighting moves, not a real fight."
Claire groaned and asked awkwardly, "Are you still going to continue? I promise to cooperate this time."
Callahan subconsciously put his hands in front of his chest and shook his head repeatedly: "No, you can go back and sit down. Well, just... you come and cooperate with me, Barbara."
She moved her hand among the male students and chose a fat guy, the one who was spanked by Instructor Harry while completing the running training.
Barbara stood up with a nervous look on her face: "Me, me? Is it really, really okay?" His face was already a little red.
Callahan: "Yes, you. Come and attack me."
Barbara took two hesitant steps forward.
"Hurry up, don't dawdle." Callahan shouted.
Barbara hurriedly raised her fist and swung it forward, a typical cuckold punch.
Callahan blocked and grabbed the fat man with a shoulder throw, knocking him to the ground, then pretended to kick him in the head, bent his legs, knelt down, and locked Barbara.
She then turned to the students and said, "Did you see that? After knocking down the opponent, you must also be good at controlling the opponent with your legs and knees. The neck is a good choice, as it can greatly restrict the opponent's breathing and movement. Now, who's next?"
A group of male students raised their hands in unison: "I, I'll do it!"
Barbara, who had suffered the "humiliation under the crotch" of the hot female instructor, had already stopped breathing, her face flushed, and she lay there as if drunk.
Luke smiled.
Callahan is a blonde, big-breasted, well-built and graceful young woman, about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old. Her face is a little tough, but still pretty. No wonder these male students are so active.
The female students looked at the active male students with disdain.
Fifth time, shooting training.
Claire checked the gun with ease, seeing if the bullets were loaded, then raised her hand and fired rapidly.
Bang bang bang!
A field of bullet holes appeared on the half-body target, all of which were in the range of eight to ten rings.
Instructor Harry nodded with satisfaction and walked away. He admired this little girl the most.
She has outstanding abilities, a serious attitude and a likable personality, but unfortunately she is too young. It is still a bit difficult for her to become a formal police officer, otherwise she should be assigned to the top class of A1.
He walked past them one by one, and the shooting skills of the others became uneven.
Some of them missed the target for several shots, while others hit the nine rings with one shot and disappeared without a trace with the next shot, which was obviously a blind guess.
Bang!
There was a loud noise, and Instructor Harry was so scared that he trembled all over.
This shot was completely different from the firecracker-like sound of the Glock.
He calmed himself down and looked towards the place where the sound came from. He found a man proudly holding a... revolver, obviously very satisfied with the shot he just made.
Harry looked at the target not far away that had been blown away for more than half, and stepped forward and asked, "Boy, where did you get this gun?"
The student was delighted: "It's a birthday present from my mother."
Instructor Harry smiled and slowly stretched out his hands: "Can you, can you let me see it?"
Student: “No problem, instructor.”
Harry carefully took the Colt Python, immediately stepped back two steps, and unloaded the revolver: "Five years ago, Los Angeles stopped issuing police officers with .45 revolvers. So I'll keep this gun for now, and you can use your Glock."
Luke was laughing as he watched from the side.
He got his Smith & Wesson M500 sidearm from Dustin thanks to his merits and connections.
Fortunately, Dustin believed Luke's words that "he needed to use it to deal with some difficult enemies", otherwise he would not have approved it.
Guns with a caliber of .45 or above are completely overpowered and not practical for police enforcement.
Therefore, let alone ordinary police officers, even among SWAT and all special forces, few people would use this large-caliber pistol.
Pulling out his little notebook, he added another entry: Eugene Tigerberry, proficient in the use of firearms and excellent arm stability.
As a result, within two days, during a real-life shooting training session, Luke saw Tiger Bailey rush into the house with a gun in hand, kick the target out of the house, and then shoot it twice more.
Luke had to add one more thing to the explanation: extremely impulsive temperament, with a tendency to use excessive force.
After two weeks of observation, Luke looked at his notebook and sighed.
There are about twenty or so good seedlings who are pretty average, and most of them are in the two A classes. But there are a lot of other weirdos with strange and unusual talents.
These specialties include strength, ventriloquism, driving skills, marksmanship, computer intelligence analysis, picking up girls, money, etc.
They are sufficient conditions, not necessary conditions, for becoming a lapd police officer.
The key is that these people are seriously biased in their abilities. They are very strong in one aspect but very poor in other aspects.
On the contrary, the twenty or so people who were quite decent had no obvious shortcomings and even had some advantages.
The most outstanding student in this group is... Claire.
Luke was not surprised by this.
Claire is smart, cheerful, and has loved sports since she was a child.
She also developed quite an interest in fighting and firearms after the Carlos Family tried to kidnap her a year ago.
With Robert as her first-class instructor, her practical skills have greatly improved, and she is definitely a good candidate for becoming a detective.
But Luke didn't put her name on the list because she still had to go to college.
That day, the little monkey spotted Luke at the end of training, caught him and muttered a few words before running away.
Seeing her and several female students laughing and joking, Luke smiled and shook his head, then took out his cell phone: "Selena? I'm going to take Claire and her classmates out for dinner later, are you coming?"
Selina agreed immediately: "Of course I'll come. Did Claire forget about me because she has a new classmate?"
Luke smiled: "She asked me to call you."
Selina snorted twice: "Can I go with US dollars?"
Luke thought for a moment and said, "It should be... ok. I'll find a restaurant that allows pets later."
Selina came over quickly and found him in a secluded corner of the campus.
Luke was surprised: "Why are you so fast?"
Selina: "I'm in the East District today, helping them maintain law and order."
Luke: "Is the East District still so chaotic?"
Selina: "Don't mention it. If the earthquake you mentioned happened, the East District would definitely be one of the first places to start making trouble. There are too many unemployed people gathered there. Well, what are you doing here?"
Luke raised his hand and pointed to the small notebook in his hand: "Inspecting the students."
Selina looked at the sky which was getting dark and asked: "So dedicated?"
She glanced around and pointed to the building a few dozen meters down the gentle slope with a look of shock on her face: "Is this how you examine students?"