Super Detective in the Fictional World

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Somewhere in Africa, a four- or five-year-old girl looked at the picture on the light screen, and wawled, "Brother, brother, is he here with us?"

Standing next to her was a young black man in his twenties. Bookmark this site ┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛

He watched it for a while and shook his head slightly: "It's not ours. The technology used in this suit is very different from ours."

The little girl hummed the song softly while paddling across 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 within our tribe."

"No similar targets." The results were quickly shown on the light screen.

The little girl was bouncing around in the room and poked at the black image on the light screen: "He seems to be handsomer than you, brother."

Young black man: "Are you sure?"

Little girl: "Really, even if calculated according to the procedure, his features are better than you."

Young black man: "... Let's go, Su 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, I'm so stingy ..."

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Luke spent the first day calmly back to Los Angeles.

The next day, Selina went to work alone, and he took Claire's second-hand Ford to the police academy.

After walking around the playground for only two laps, he was called by Remick to summon it.

"Luke, your list hasn't been completed yet?" Remick's hair is messy and his eyes are dark. It is estimated that he has worked a lot of overtime recently.

The police station was pressing hard. It was less than three weeks ago, and they were preparing to pull the rookie students out for duty to alleviate the lack of police force in Los Angeles.

Luke: "So anxious? I have a preliminary list here. Let me get it first."

Remike breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Schulke's list was nothing, he still counted on how many more talents could be added to Luke's list.

Compared to the list of other detectives, he has a higher expectation of Luke's list.

As a result, he got a special small book from Luke, and quickly glanced at the above name. Remike looked up suddenly: "So many?"

The list sent by other police detectives was at most 20 or 30 people, and Luke had more than 50 people on the list.

Even if the number of trainees this time exceeds six hundred, this number is too much.

Luke coughed softly: "Maybe only more than twenty of the first page meet your requirements, the second page ..."

boom!

The door of Remick's office was pushed open, and a black bald head came in.

"Shit, these are shit! We SWAT are not ordinary patrol officers, how do we know which student is suitable?" The black bald was holding a mobile phone and yelling at the microphone.

When he saw the expressions of the two inside, he reluctantly said, "Okay, I'll talk later."

This black bald is of course SWAT's captain Harrison.

Hanging up the phone, he greeted the two, and blew up at Remic: "What are you doing? We are special police, not patrol officers. Can you use the one I picked?"

More importantly, the people he sees are hard to use by themselves.

SWAT has traditionally been selected from the Los Angeles Police, and these trainees are not even official police.

When the trainees become official police, it will take at least two or three years before they can enter the SWAT selection list.

Remick: "Harrison, everyone has to submit this list. This is not for you to pick players."

Harrison snorted.

His dissatisfaction is precisely this point. He has done his best but has no benefit. Their SWAT has been under more recent pressure.

Harrison recently made several transfer reports, and as a result, all SWAT teams are asking for headquarter personnel.

Naturally there is no such thing as a report from this person.

Luke hehe smiled: "Want someone? Recommend you some good seed."

Harrison was startled. "Do you mean it? This is a student."

Luke picked up a small book on the table by Remick: "Look at the ones on the second page, I don't think they are suitable for police detectives, but maybe you can use them."

Harrison took the small book and looked at it for a moment, his eyes glowed: "There are still such people?"

Luke smiled and nodded: "How? How to get people to help you is another matter, but some people can be competent for auxiliary tasks such as logistic support, without having to follow your guns."

Harrison repeatedly looked at the descriptions of several people there and nodded again and again: "Well, I can apply for them to go to our control center as ordinary trainee police officers, and let them do logistical support if there is a task, as long as there are ten eight It works, and it can replace the work of three to five regular players. "

Having said that, he looked up at Remick: "I've helped you train for so long, now it's your turn to help me, old man."

Remick held his forehead: "This is out of order, Harrison."

Harrison threw an international gesture directly to him: "Come less! Give it, no word!"

Remick froze for a few seconds, and bowed his head in despair to the boss: "You get the transfer procedures done by yourself, I'm just a training supervisor, OK?"

Harrison sneered, and 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 before, OK?"

Remick: "... OK."

He is in his forties, and the list is gone, so Uncle Ghost can remember the names of more than thirty.

The trouble did not affect Remick's relationship with Harrison.

In the police department in Los Angeles, manpower is never enough, and you have to be shameful if you want to grab people.

For the sake of people, old guys who splash and roll in the boss's office are extremely common.

In general, the boss can't help this old guy who has the ability to do things, let alone let his subordinates do the work and not give a little support!

To Luke's vision, Harrison is convinced that he is in no doubt ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He urgently needs to grab people, of course, quickly, took Luke's second page of blacklists.

Those guys on the list have more disadvantages than advantages, but can't resist those advantages.

Harrison, a professional small captain, has professionally cleaned and polished the newcomers for more than a decade, ensuring that they can squeeze their value out.

Luke then told Remick: "Is Claire Coulson on the list of others?"

Remick froze and understood immediately: "She's yours?"

"Sister." Luke responded affirmatively: "She has already received the admission letter from NUC, so ..."

Remick certainly understood, but still sighed: "Your sister's name appeared on the candidate list of all detectives. Did she teach it?"

Luke Wan'er: "Ask her father there, he has been a town sheriff for more than ten years."

Remick suddenly said: "Origin of family school, no wonder!" The attitude is also closer.