What Claire trusts most is Luke's safety training.
Before you are sure of victory, don't get carried away, otherwise you will easily be killed by the enemy.
Even with that inexplicable glutton...
"Apologize! I'm not saying anything inexplicable, and didn't I tell you not to call me by my real name? That's a spell, do you understand?" The deep voice sounded again, and this time his speech speed was finally much faster.
Claire apologized faster: "I'm sorry, uh, it's you."
Communicating with the mysterious being in her heart, she checked all the bandits and finally relaxed.
The only bandit left alive was the unlucky fellow whose bird had already flown away, but he had already fainted from the severe pain and blood loss.
The other gangsters, including the one she shot twice in the chest and abdomen with the mirror, were all killed.
"Oh my God! You did all this?" Karen murmured.
Claire said with a sad face: "I said it wasn't me, but something else did it, do you believe it?"
"I'm not anything else! Apologize!" the deep voice roared again in annoyance.
I'm sorry. Claire apologized quickly this time.
She also thought of one thing: if that name cannot be called, then how should I call you in normal times
"As long as you want to say something to me, I can naturally feel it. You don't have to call me specifically." After the low voice finished speaking, it fell silent.
Claire wanted to exchange a few words with this deep voice.
Karen, who had just finished the inspection, suddenly turned around, hugged her, and kissed her on the cheek: "Cool! Girl! You have been hiding your perfect shooting skills. Are you afraid that you might hit your classmates during training?"
Claire: “Huh?”
Karen kept talking excitedly: "This is awesome! I have a super cool female police officer by my side. My mom said women can't be good police officers and told me to go back and learn music or painting. Haha, I want to see what she says when she faces the facts."
Claire slapped the ground and slapped her on the butt.
"Ah, what are you doing?" Karen jumped around holding her butt.
"Are you sure if you tell your mother that your classmate from the police academy killed six armed robbers with a single shot, she will still let you continue this job?" Claire glared at her.
Karen: "...Okay, I won't tell her about this. But you can't keep this secret in the police station, right? You'll have to write a report when you go back. Do you need my help?"
Claire's head swelled when she thought of the extensive investigation and reporting procedures, as well as the psychological assessment, that Selina had taught her after shooting and killing the suspect. "How can I help?"
Karen: "I have an uncle who works in the LADDP Internal Affairs Department, so you know."
Claire: “Conditions.”
Luke once mentioned that as long as the shooting did not violate any rules, the follow-up was just a chore, just annoying, but not a big problem.
She didn't think Karen would help her for free. Even though they had a good relationship, it was not to the point of wasting resources to help her with chores.
"First, from now on you will be my personal shooting coach... and fighting coach." Karen said excitedly.
Claire sneered, "You wish. At best I'll be your consultant for two hours a month, whether you want it or not."
Karen: “Deal.”
Claire was stunned for a moment, then realized: "Your psychological expectation is two hours?"
Karen smiled but didn't answer: "Second, I'm chasing your brother, and you have to help."
Claire refused decisively: "Impossible."
Seeing Karen's expression, she added, "I won't cause any trouble, but if you want to chase him, go ahead. I don't have the time to play this childish game with you."
Karen thought about it and nodded: "Deal."
She knew that although Claire seemed cheerful and generous, she had a very strong bottom line in her heart.
Anyone who tries to force her will only face a stronger backlash.
Trying to get the maximum benefit is what her family taught her.
Know when to quit, this is also what her family taught her.
Claire muttered in her heart: I would be crazy to help you chase Luke. What if you get rejected and get angry and embarrassed, won't you have no choice but to complain to me
She knew even more clearly that Luke had a low tolerance for people other than his family.
It's just that this cold nature is usually hidden by his gentle appearance and sufficient etiquette.
Of course she would not accept such an unacceptable condition.
The two best friends, each with their own little thoughts, reached an agreement and then started to notify the patrol police to clean up the mess.
Unbeknownst to Luke, a certain unreliable dog-head had finally done something extremely unreliable, and he and Selina were busy dispersing the thugs around the city.
That night, he successfully gained a lot of experience points by firing thousands of tear gas canisters.
Under the influence of his tear gas, the thugs quickly changed from large gangs of dozens or hundreds of people to small and medium-sized gangs of more than ten or twenty people, and then to groups of three or five.
Every time I dispersed these troublemakers, the experience points I gained went from around 100 at the beginning to 30 to 50 points, and finally to less than 10 points.
But this still couldn't resist his unremitting efforts that night.
Repeatedly killing these numerous small monsters brought him more than 5,000 experience points.
The group that rescued and fought people with Iron Man and Big Baby at the beginning also had more than 2,000 experience points.
The host experience in the system also becomes 55730/90000.
Points: 44230.
Luke was content.
After he washed the southeast city area back and forth twice, this extremely chaotic earthquake night finally passed.
As the sun rose, the riots gradually subsided.
When they got home, Claire was already asleep. She had called at seven o'clock this morning and said that she had already arrived home and eaten, and asked them not to worry about her.
After a quick wash, the two heated up the homemade sandwiches they had made in advance, had a simple breakfast, and then went to rest.
Selina went straight into the house and fell asleep.
Luke sat quietly in the living room, watching the news on his tablet with the volume turned down.
As expected, the news in Los Angeles exploded again.
The TV stations were full of news about earthquakes, and the one in San Francisco was much more serious than that in Los Angeles.
Perhaps they wanted to make the people of Los Angeles feel a little better, at least Los Angeles was not the worst hit by this earthquake.
And thanks to the early warning from Professor Lawrence Hayes, the death toll from the California earthquake was not as exaggerated as imagined.
The number of people confirmed to have died from the earthquake in Los Angeles is only 37, while in San Francisco it is 76.
Of course, this is only a small fraction of the casualties.
There are so many injured people that it is difficult to count them.
Secondly, there were huge riots in both Los Angeles and San Francisco last night.
By this morning, Los Angeles was basically certain that the riots would not continue to expand, but would instead gradually shrink.
San Francisco was not so lucky. The riots there continued even during the day, and many poor people from surrounding areas even rushed into the city in an attempt to make a fortune.
Naturally, the police station there is in a lot of trouble.