Female instructor Callahan rubbed her chest, she always felt that it was almost crushed by Claire's legs.
But facing the cheerful and lovable little monkey with excellent character and learning, she also said helplessly: "Claire, this is teaching, not an exam. I just asked you to come out to help demonstrate fighting moves, not real fighting."
Claire let out an urg, and asked embarrassingly: "Then continue? I promise to cooperate this time."
Callahan subconsciously covered his chest with his hands and shook his head again and again: "No, you can go back and sit down. Well, just...you cooperate with me, Barbara."
Her hand spun around among the male students, and she picked out a fat man, the one whose ass was whipped by Instructor Harry to complete the running training.
Barbara stood up nervously: "Me, me? Really, really all right?" His face was already a little red.
Callahan: "Yeah, it's you. Come attack me."
Barbara took two hesitant steps forward.
"Hurry up, don't dawdle." Callahan drank.
Barbara raised his fist in a panic and swung it, a typical bastard punch.
Callahan blocked and caught the over-the-shoulder throw, knocked the fat man down to the ground, then kicked him on the head, bent his legs, knelt down, and locked Barbara.
Then she turned to the students: "See? 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, which 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'm coming!"
Barbara, who was "humiliated in the crotch" by the hot female instructor, had already stopped breathing, her face flushed from holding back, and she collapsed there as if drunk.
Luke smiled.
Callahan was a young woman with blond hair, big breasts, and a fit and graceful body. She was only twenty-six or seventeen, and her appearance was a little tough, but she was still pretty. No wonder this group of male students was so active.
The female students all looked at the active male students with disdain.
The fifth time, shooting training.
Claire checked the firearm with ease, to see if the bullets were loaded, and raised her hand to fire in rapid succession.
Clap clap!
A patch of bullet holes appeared on the half-body target, all within the range of eight to ten rings.
Instructor Harry walked past with a satisfied nod. He admired the little girl the most.
She has outstanding abilities, a serious attitude, and a pleasing personality. Unfortunately, she is too young, and it is still a bit troublesome to become an official policeman. Otherwise, she should be assigned to the top class of A1.
He walked by one by one, and the marksmanship of the others was uneven.
Some of them missed the target several times, and some shot nine circles in one shot, and the next shot disappeared without a shadow, obviously blind.
boom!
There was a loud noise, and Instructor Harry trembled from fright.
This shot is nothing like the firecracker-like gunfire of the Glock.
He collected himself, looked at the location where the sound came from, and found a man triumphantly holding a... revolver, obviously very satisfied with the shot just now.
Harry looked at the target that had been blown away more than half of it, stepped forward and said, "Boy, where did this gun come from?"
The student's face was full of joy: "It's a birthday present from my mother."
Instructor Harry piled a smile on his face, and slowly stretched out his hands: "Yes, can you show it to me?"
Student: "No problem, instructor."
Harry took the Colt Python carefully, and immediately took two steps back, and exited the wheel at the same time: "As early as five years ago, Los Angeles stopped issuing such .45 revolver licenses to police officers. So this I'll keep the gun for now, use your Glock."
Luke watched happily from the sidelines.
His Smith & Wesson m500 gun was approved by Dustin because of his credit and connections.
Fortunately, Dustin believed in Luke's statement that "it needs to be used to solve some difficult enemies", otherwise he would not approve it.
Guns with a .45 caliber and above are completely overpowered for police law enforcement, and they are particularly impractical.
So not to mention ordinary police, even SAT and all special forces, few people will use this kind of large-caliber pistol.
Taking out his notebook, he added another entry: Eugene Tiger Bailey, who is proficient in using firearms and has excellent arm stability.
As a result, within two days, Luke saw this Tiger Bailey rushing into the house with a gun in his hands during the shooting training in the real scene, kicked the target out of the house with one kick, and then took two more shots.
Luke had to add one after the description: extremely impulsive, with a tendency to use excessive force.
Observing all the way like this, after two weeks, Luke looked at his little notebook and sighed.
There are about 20 good seedlings who are well-regulated, and they are basically in the two A classes. There are a lot of other weird and special talents.
These specialties include strength, ventriloquism, driving skills, marksmanship, computer intelligence analysis, picking up girls, being rich and so on.
They are all sufficient, not necessary, conditions for a police officer to be a PD.
The key is that these people are seriously biased, with strong abilities in one aspect, but poor abilities in other aspects.
On the other hand, there were more than 20 people who were well-behaved. They had no obvious shortcomings and some advantages.
To say that the most outstanding of this group of students is... Claire.
Luke was not surprised by this.
Claire is bright, cheerful, and loves sports since she was a child.
She also developed a considerable interest in fighting and firearms after the Carlos family attempted to kidnap her a year earlier.
With Robert as a ready-made first-class instructor, her actual combat ability has been greatly improved, and she is definitely a good seed for a police detective.
But Luke didn't put her name in the list, she still had to go to college.
One day, the little monkey found Luke at the end of the training, caught him and muttered a few words before running away.
Seeing her and a few female students laughing and joking, Luke shook his head with a smile, and took out his mobile phone: "Selena? I'm going to take Claire and her classmates to dinner later, are you coming?"
Selena agreed immediately: "Of course I'm coming. Did Claire forget about me because he has a new classmate?"
Luke smiled: "She asked me to call you."
Selena snorted twice: "Can Mei Dao go too?"
Luke thought for a while: "Should... okay, I'll find a restaurant that allows pets later."
Selena came over soon and found him in a secluded corner of the campus.
Luke was surprised: "Why are you so fast?"
Selena: "I'm in the East District today, helping them maintain law and order."
Luke: "The Eastern District is still in such a mess?"
Selina: "Don't mention it. If the earthquake you mentioned comes, the East Side will definitely be one of the first places to start troubles. There are too many unemployed people gathered there. Well, what are you doing here?"
Luke raised his hand to signal the small notebook in his hand: "It's about inspecting the students."
Selena looked at the sky that was getting dark: "So dedicated?"
She glanced around, pointing to the building tens of meters away down the gentle slope with a face full of shock: "Is this how you inspect the students?"