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Somewhere in Africa, a four or five-year-old girl looked at the picture on the light screen and yelled: "Brother, brother, is he from our place?"
Standing beside her was a young black man in his twenties.
He looked carefully for a while, then shook his head slightly: "It's not ours, the technology used in this suit of armor is very different from ours."
Humming softly, the little girl flicked back and forth on the light screen, and suddenly cheered: "Haha, I found him, brother, look."
The young black man looked at the black man on the light screen and frowned: "Search the database in our clan."
"There is no similar target." The result was quickly displayed on the light screen.
The little girl was bouncing around the room, poking the black image on the light screen with her hand: "He seems to be more handsome than you, brother."
Young Black Man: "Are you sure?"
Little girl: "Really, even if calculated 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, my brother is angry, my brother is angry."
The young black man followed her helplessly: "No, how can I be so stingy..."
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Luke spent his first day back in Los Angeles peacefully.
The next day, Selena went to work alone, and he went to the police academy with Claire's second-hand Ford.
He had only wandered around the playground twice before he was summoned by Remick on the phone.
"Luke, you haven't finished your list yet?" Remick's hair was messed up, his eyes were darkened, and he probably worked a lot of overtime recently.
The police station was pressing hard, and in less than three weeks, they were going to pull these rookie students out to perform duties, so as to alleviate the lack of police force in Los Angeles.
Luke: "In such a hurry? I have a preliminary list here, let me give it to you first."
Remick breathed a sigh of relief.
Although it's okay to have less Luke's list alone, but he still counts on Luke's list to have a few more talents.
Compared with the lists of other detectives, his expectations for Luke's list are a little higher.
In the end, I got Luke's special notebook, and quickly glanced over the names on it. Remick looked up in surprise: "So many?"
On the list handed over by other police detectives, there are at most twenty or thirty people, but Luke's list has more than fifty people.
Even if the number of trainees exceeds six hundred this time, this number is too much.
Luke coughed softly: "Maybe only the twenty or so on the first page meet your requirements, and the ones on the second page..."
boom!
The door of Remick's office was pushed open, and a black bald man walked in.
"Shit, these are all shit! Our sats are not ordinary patrolmen, how do we know which student is suitable?" The black bald 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."
This black bald head is of course Sat's team leader Harrison.
After hanging up the phone, he greeted the two of them, and then got mad at Remick: "What are you doing? We are special police, not patrol police. Can you use the person I picked?"
More importantly, it is difficult for him to use the people he likes. AT has always selected the elite from the Los Angeles police, and these students are not even formal police officers.
When the trainees become official police officers, they will have to work for at least two or three years before they can be included in the SAT selection list.
Remick: "Harrison, everyone has to submit this list. This is not for you to pick players."
Harrison snorted.
What he is most dissatisfied with is precisely this point. He has worked hard, but it is not beneficial to him. The pressure on their sat is even greater recently.
Harrison has called transfer reports several times recently, and as a result, all sat teams are asking for people from the headquarters.
Naturally, there was no news of this dignitary's report.
Luke smiled and said, "Do you want someone? I'll recommend some good seedlings for you."
Harrison was surprised: "Are you serious? This is a student."
Luke picked up the small book that Remick put on the table: "Look at the ones on the second page. I don't think they are necessarily suitable for police detectives, but maybe you can use them."
Harrison took the small book and looked at it for a while, his eyes sparkled: "Is there such a person?"
Luke smiled and nodded: "How is it? How to get people to help you is another matter, but some people can be competent for logistics support and other auxiliary tasks, and don't need to follow you in a hail of bullets."
Harrison repeatedly looked at the descriptions of several people there, and nodded again and again: "Well, I can apply for them to be ordinary trainee police officers in our control center, and let them do logistical support if there are tasks. As long as there are ten or eight Those who can be used can also replace the work of three to five regular players."
Having said that, he looked up at Remick: "I've helped you with the training for so long, now it's your turn to help me, old man."
Remick put his hand on his forehead: "This is against the rules, Harrison."
Harrison directly gave him an international gesture: "Come on less! Give me a word!"
Remick held back for several seconds, then bowed his head to the boss in despair: "Go and handle the transfer procedures yourself, I'm just a training supervisor, ok?"
Harrison sneered, tore off the second page of Luke's small book, folded it carefully, and put it in his jacket pocket: "Remember, you've never seen this list, ok?"
Remick: "... ok."
He is in his forties, and the list is gone, so the ghost uncle can remember the names of more than thirty people.
This incident did not affect the relationship between Remick and Harrison.
In the Los Angeles police department, there is never enough manpower, and you have to be shameless if you want to rob people.
In order to get people, it is very common for old guys to roll around in the boss's office.
Generally speaking, the boss can't do anything about this kind of old guy who is capable of doing things, let alone let his subordinates do things without giving any support!
Harrison had no doubts about Luke's vision. He was in urgent need of snatching someone, and of course 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 stand out.
A professional team leader like Harrison, who has professionally cleaned up and polished newcomers for more than ten years, is guaranteed to squeeze out their value.
At this time, Luke said to Remick: "Is Claire Coulson on the list of others?"
Remick was stunned for a moment, then understood immediately: "Is she yours?"
"Sister." Luke gave an affirmative answer: "She has already received the admission letter from USC, so..."
Of course Remick understood, but he still sighed: "Your sister's name appears on the candidate list of all police detectives. Could it be that you taught her?"
Luke smiled: "I have to ask her father, he has been the town sheriff for more than ten years."
Remick suddenly said: "The family has a long history, no wonder!" The attitude is also a little closer.