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Somewhere in Africa, a little girl of about four or five years old looked at the picture on the screen and cried out: "Brother, brother, is he from here?"
Standing next to her was a young black man in his twenties.
He looked at it carefully for a long time and shook his head slightly: "It's not one of us. The technology used in this armor is very different from ours."
The little girl hummed a song softly while swiping back and forth on the light screen. Suddenly she cheered: "Haha, I found him, brother, look."
The young black man looked at the black man on the screen and frowned: "Search our tribe's database."
"No similar targets." The result was quickly displayed on the light screen.
The little girl was jumping around in the room, poking the black figure on the screen with her hand: "He seems to be more handsome than you, brother."
Young black man: “Are you sure?”
Little girl: "Really, even if we calculate according to the program, his facial features are more beautiful than yours."
Young black man: "... Let's go, Shu Rui, it's time to go to class."
The little girl giggled: "Oh, brother is angry, brother is angry."
The young black man followed her helplessly: "No, I'm not that stingy..."
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Luke's first day back in Los Angeles was peaceful.
The next day, Selena went to work alone, and he went to the police academy in Claire's second-hand Ford.
He had only walked around the playground twice when Remick called him over.
"Luke, you haven't finished your list yet?" Remick's hair was messy and his eyes were dark. He must have been working overtime a lot recently.
The police department is under great pressure. In less than three weeks, they are already preparing to send these rookie trainees out on duty to alleviate the shortage of police force in Los Angeles.
Luke: "So urgent? I have a preliminary list here. I'll give it to you first."
Remick breathed a sigh of relief.
Although it didn’t matter if Luke was missing from the list, he was still hoping that there would be a few more talents on Luke’s list.
Compared to the other detectives' lists, he had slightly higher expectations for Luke's list.
As a result, he got Luke's special notebook and quickly glanced over the names on it. Remick looked up in surprise: "So many?"
The lists handed over by other detectives had at most 20 to 30 names on them, but Luke's list had more than 50 people on it.
Even if the number of trainees in this training session exceeds 600, it is still a bit too much.
Luke coughed lightly and said, "Maybe only the twenty or so on the first page meet your requirements. The ones on the second page..."
Bang!
The door of Remick's office was pushed open and a bald man walked in.
"Shit, this is all bullshit! We SWAT are not ordinary patrolmen, how do we know which student is suitable?" The bald black man was holding a mobile phone and yelling into the microphone.
When he saw the expressions of the two people inside, he said helplessly: "Okay, let's talk about it later."
The bald black guy is of course the SWAT team leader Harrison.
After hanging up the phone, he greeted the two of them and then went berserk at Remick: "What are you doing? We are special police, not patrol police. Can you use the people I picked out?"
More importantly, the people he likes are difficult for him to use.
SWAT has always been selected from the elite of the Los Angeles police, and these trainees are not even formal police officers yet.
Once the trainees become official police officers, they will have to work for at least another two or three years before they can be included in the SWAT selection list.
Remick: "Harrison, everyone has to hand in this list. This is not for you to choose the team members."
Harrison snorted.
This is exactly what he is most dissatisfied with. He has made efforts but has not received any benefits. Their SWAT team has been under greater pressure recently.
Harrison has made several reports to transfer personnel recently, and as a result, all the SWAT teams are asking the headquarters for people.
Naturally, there was no news about this important report.
Luke chuckled and said, "Do you want someone? I'll recommend you some good ones."
Harrison was surprised: "Are you serious? This is a student."
Luke picked up the small notebook that Remick had placed on the table. "Take a look at the ones on the second page. I don't think they are necessarily suitable to be detectives, but maybe there are some you can use."
Harrison took the notebook and looked at it for a moment, his eyes sparkling: "There are still people like this?"
Luke smiled and nodded. "How about it? How to get people to help you is another matter, but some people can be competent for auxiliary work such as logistical support, and they don't have to follow you into the hail of bullets."
Harrison repeatedly read the descriptions of several people and nodded repeatedly: "Well, I can apply for them to be ordinary trainee police officers in our control center. When there are missions, let them provide logistical support. As long as there are ten or eight capable people, they can replace the work of three to five regular team members."
At this point, he looked up at Remick and said, "I've been helping you with your training for so long. Now it's your turn to help me, old man."
Remick put his hand to his forehead. "That's not right, Harrison."
Harrison gave him an international hand gesture and said, "Don't give it to me! Give it to me or not, just one word!"
Remick held his breath for several seconds, then bowed his head in despair to the boss: "You go and handle the transfer procedures yourself. I'm just a training supervisor, ok?"
Harrison sneered, tore off the second page of Luke's notebook, folded it carefully, and put it in his jacket pocket: "Remember, you have never seen this list, ok?"
Remick: “…ok.”
He is already in his forties, and the list is gone, so it is only this old man who can remember those thirty-odd names.
This incident did not affect the relationship between Remick and Harrison.
There are never enough staff in the Los Angeles police department, and you have to be shameless if you want to rob someone.
It is very common to see old guys throwing tantrums in their boss's office in order to get someone to do something.
Generally speaking, the boss has no way to deal with such capable old guys, and he cannot let his subordinates do the work without giving any support!
Harrison had full confidence in Luke's vision, and as he was in urgent need of snatching someone away, he acted quickly and directly took away the second page of Luke's blacklist.
The guys on this list have more flaws than strengths, but those strengths are all very prominent.
Professional team leaders like Harrison have been training new recruits for more than ten years and are guaranteed to squeeze out the most value from them.
Luke then said to Remick, "Is Claire Coulson on the list of others?"
Remick was stunned for a moment, then he understood: "She is yours?"
"Sister." Luke gave a positive answer: "She has received an admission letter from USC, so..."
Remick certainly understood, but he still sighed: "Your sister's name appeared on the shortlist of all detectives. Did you teach her?"
Luke smiled and said, "You should ask her father. He has been the sheriff of the small town for more than ten years."
Remick suddenly realized: "It's a family tradition, no wonder!" His attitude also became a little more friendly.