Luke didn't care about everyone's expressions: "Second, find a bunker to hide first. After ensuring your own safety, you can't give up the initiative. You must immediately and carefully observe the enemy's situation. I recommend everyone to bring a small thing with you."
"Mirror." He took out a half-palm-sized mirror from his breast pocket: "Mine is made of stainless steel, durable and inexpensive. Put it in your breast pocket, and maybe one day it can help you block a shot. "
Looking at the weirder expressions on everyone's faces, he chuckled and said, "As far as I know personally, a living policeman is always more useful than a dead policeman, so don't show your head at will, and be good at using gadgets."
He paused for everyone to digest what he just said, and continued: "Third, don't be a hero. In most emergencies, it is a good choice to stand by and wait for help. This is Los Angeles, and we have tens of thousands of colleagues As a backup, blind and impulsive behavior is not advisable. It is a good choice to cooperate with colleagues present and maintain continuous suppression of the gangsters."
Speaking of this, Luke raised his hand to signal Harrison: "Professional gangsters, it's best to leave it to Captain Harrison and the others to deal with them. Don't rob professionals' jobs."
Harrison: ... Do you have the nerve to say this
Luke coughed lightly: "Okay, these are the three points of experience I have summed up. You can experience it yourself in the future, so I won't waste your time."
He was secretly laughing in his heart.
This class is really simple, summing up the experience is three points! Coward again! How cowardly!
For a rookie police officer without extraordinary strength, this is really the best experience.
Dead people don't need experience.
Peterson looked at Remick with a sad face.
Remick nodded helplessly: "Okay, you guys continue with the class. Luke, come with me."
The trainees resumed their training, and the three of Remick walked back to the teaching building.
Out of the sight of the students, Remick smiled wryly: "Detective Luke, it's not good for you to teach like this?"
Luke smiled and looked at Harrison: "Harrison, what do you think?"
Harrison frowned and thought for a moment, then nodded slowly: "Luke is right. Instead of letting these rookies get excited and shoot at the gangsters, it's better to tell them to be honest and hide."
Remick's lips moved: ... But this is police training, are you going to teach these students to be cowards
Luke murmured in his heart, the brave rookie encountered danger, but he rushed forward with his head, and if he met a super-level opponent like Bullseye or Rebecca, wouldn't he be littered with dead bodies
This kind of thing didn't happen much in the last life, but this is a world with super villains.
It's better to be a little policeman and be cowardly than to create a massacre.
After all, no police station in the United States has enough funds to pay a lot of pensions.
Remick didn't get Harrison's support, so he could only give up and go back to his office depressed.
He originally wanted to use Luke as a free instructor, but found that the free ones were just unreliable.
But Harrison, a professional, agreed with Luke's words, so he had no confidence to refute.
Just out of sight, out of mind, and let Luke take care of himself.
Luke went to drive and chatted with Harrison about the recent security situation in Los Angeles. When he opened the door, he found Harrison still standing aside.
He casually asked, "Are you going to continue training students here?"
Harrison shook his head: "No, didn't I listen to your class just now, all my team members' cars drove away, and they will come to pick me up later."
Luke smiled and said, "Don't bother, I'll take you back to the city."
Harrison was also very straightforward: "Okay."
The two drove all the way back, chatting quite speculatively.
Harrison was a professional, and he was very serious, and the conversation was all about work.
He was like those top-notch engineers in ordinary companies who don't like socializing and flattering.
And Luke also prefers to discuss issues with this kind of peer experts, without too many scruples, and it will not involve personal privacy.
The car was just approaching the east side of the city when Harrison's phone rang.
He picked it up and said a few words to hang up, then looked at Luke embarrassedly: "I have a team member who wants me to pick him up..."
Luke shrugged: "Just say the address."
Harrison said the address and coughed lightly: "Thank you."
Luke laughed: "Forget it, Harrison, when you say such polite words, you feel like a middle school nerd who has the courage to strike up a conversation."
Harrison's black face relaxed: "Hey, I was a man of the hour in middle school, and it was girls who approached me."
Luke: "Are you a football player?"
Harrison: "... I'm the leader of the Gun Fever Squad."
Luke laughed out loud again: "Harrison, middle school girls who like to play with guns must be much less than those who like football players."
The two talked nonsense all the way, and soon picked up a handsome young guy by the side of the road.
This was a team member that Harrison had just recruited for a few days, named Jim. He also carried a large metal cylinder with a sharp head at the tip, which looked a bit like a ballista.
Luke asked casually: "What is this? Like some kind of professional tool?"
His current level of mechanical processing is top-notch in the world, and he can roughly guess the usefulness of this thing after just a few glances.
Jim's face was also full of light: "The wall breaker I invented, as long as it shoots into the wall, this end will open, and then pull it out..."
Luke gave a thumbs up: "An offensive channel has appeared! It's a simple but efficient thing, more convenient than a door bumper."
Harrison laughed and scolded, "Stop praising him. Once you use this thing, the police station will receive a maintenance list from the residents."
Luke shrugged: "Giving money is a matter from above, and our fate is our own. I am on Jim's side."
Jim smiled, looking very satisfied.
Obviously, this is another techno sat.
Harrison's phone rang again, he answered a few words, and his face became solemn: "A bank robbery just happened next to Highway 47 in the East District. The culprits were armed with automatic weapons. Can you take me there?"
Luke stepped on the accelerator, and said casually: "If you need to change equipment, you can press the red button, and you can put down the backrest and go to the back seat."
Harrison: "Thank you."
As he spoke, he followed his word and got into the back seat.
When Harrison got into the car, he put his large bag, which was his full gear, in the back seat as well.
As the captain of sat, he takes his equipment with him during working hours.
Jim was fully dressed before getting into the car, and now he just silently checked the guns.
Luke saw it and nodded in his heart: This guy is not only a technical guy, but also an action guy!
While putting on the equipment, Harrison kept an eye on the position of the car, and couldn't help speeding up his hands.
With Luke's racing speed, it took less than ten minutes to get to the scene of the incident. If he didn't hurry up, he wouldn't even be able to fix his equipment. . m.