Chapter 597 - Helping to Train, Let Me Say a Few Words
Various expressions flitted across Remick’s face, and he abruptly asked, “Harrison, do you know Detective Luke very well?” Harrison subconsciously nodded. “Of course… er…” He suddenly paused. What he meant was that he knew a lot about Luke, but Luke probably didn’t know him as well.
Of course, Luke wouldn’t embarrass Harrison, since the SWAT captain was a nice guy and they had no conflict.
He continued smiling and didn’t say anything, thus tacitly acknowledging Harrison’s words.
Looking at their faces, Remick pondered for a moment before he ventured, “Detective Luke, we’re really short on trainers, especially those who specialize in anti-terrorism. The FBI also made it clear that they don’t have the extra manpower to help us conduct this short-term training… Do you think you can help?”
Luke was stunned. “Me? But I’m a student.”
As Remick spoke, he observed Harrison and saw no objections from this old fellow. Rather, the man even nodded, and Remick had some idea of what the situation was like.
He gave his customary smile. “Detective Luke, even an old man like me has to work as a receptionist here. We’re truly short-handed.”
Seeing that Luke wasn’t outright refusing, Remick hurriedly pushed on. “We’re actually not asking for much. The rookies only need a basic rundown on countering terrorist activity; anything too sophisticated won’t be suitable in any case, since they have yet to learn professional skills.”
Luke hesitated. “Is that so?”
“As a seasoned detective, you can give them some practical advice based on your own experiences so that these young men can avoid fatal danger. You can do that, right?” Remick had a glib tongue.
wn.
To be able to become the director of the police school, Remick naturally wasn’t just all brawn. Looking at Luke’s expression, he said searchingly, “If anything crops up doing the training, I’ll do my best to help you resolve it. How does that sound?”
Luke thought for a moment and said, “The main problem is time. I’m a detective with the Major Crimes Division, after all, and I don’t have a lot of time each day.”
Remick immediately made a decision. “You only need to train every class for two hours… No, one hour! You can do anything you want after you train the new students for an hour.”
Luke: “Deal!”
Remick was stumped, and didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “You could’ve told me what you wanted sooner. You really thought I would keep you here to teach forever?”
Luke smiled but didn’t say anything. He knew how sneaky administrators could be.
Until he got a positive reply, he wouldn’t do anything!
It wasn’t easy for him to be reborn in this world; there was no way he would waste his time on rookie officers.
While it was Dustin’s call on this training, his words were in no way as influential here as Remick’s.
If Luke could wrangle this director into giving him what he wanted, it wouldn’t be too hard for him to come here for an hour every now and then before going off to do his own thing.
Unfortunately, he had underestimated how shameless administrative bureaucrats could be.
Looking at Luke’s smile, Remick immediately said, “Then let’s start today. It just so happens that we have a batch of students who are starting their training today.”
Luke: …F*ck, of course I know today is the start of training! Why else would I be here?!
I really shouldn’t have trusted this rotten old man!
A few minutes later, Luke looked helplessly at the man next to him. “Harrison, didn’t you say you’re busy?”
Harrison replied with a big smile, “It’s fine, I’ve already asked my team to cover for me. If anything does crop up, Remick can send me back on the chopper.”
Remick: “… That chopper is for training.”
Harrison raised an eyebrow. “I’m thinking of reducing the training time to half an hour, or maybe ten minutes?” Remick: “…It’s our honor to serve our SWAT colleagues.”
Luke rolled his eyes. Both of you are sh*tty old men!
Of course, Harrison was sticking around to watch how Luke trained the students.
In this baldie’s words, he never missed any training by the FBI, CIA, homeland security or whatever; he even looked up materials on any related courses to read himself.
As an anti-terrorist specialist on the front line, he had to be aware of all the new anti-terrorism movements, or the chances of him or his team dying would significantly increase.
Luke had left a deep impression on Harrison.
If not for the fact that they seldom crossed paths in their line of work and they were too busy, he would’ve already looked up Luke earlier on to discuss professional matters.
Now that he had caught Luke about to teach a class, he had to attend it no matter what.
But he didn’t record it, and he stopped Remick from doing so.
Remick didn’t know what cases Luke had worked on, but Harrison had a rough idea.
Since SWAT was the best of the police forces in Los Angeles, Harrison knew a thing or two about all the major cases in the city.
A number of them were inexplicably wrapped up without naming the detectives who had done it, which would remind Harrison of Luke.
While he was wrong on numerous counts, quite a few of the cases really were closed by Luke, like the recent attack on Stark Industries.
Dozens of criminals were killed, and scores of Stark Industries security guards died or were injured, but there were no casualties on the police side.
Harrison knew that the only reason Stark Industries hadn’t made trouble with the police was that someone from the department had made significant contributions during the attack.
He had immediately thought of Luke — one versus thirty-nine, that wasn’t something just anyone could do!
He had even been able to retreat in one piece from an extraordinary being like Bullseye while facing off against dozens of people on his own at the same time.
Harrison absolutely had to learn from the experiences of such an expert.
Back on the drill ground, Remick said a few words to Coach Peterson.
Peterson had a pained expression, but he said in the end, “Alright, today we have Luke Coulson, who has abundant field experience, to share with us some important tips on how to act during a terrorist incident.”
All the students looked at Luke; they remembered that seemed to be his name.
His customary smile in place, Luke stepped forward and said, “I’m not a professional when it comes to fighting terrorism. Captain Harrison, the man behind me, is the real professional here. He’ll be the one to instruct you on the truly important things you need to know to fight terrorism.”
Harrison didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I’m here to listen to you teach, not for you to drag me up here!
Luke switched topics. “So, I won’t talk about professional matters, but focus on what you should pay attention to on the front line during an operation.”
Everybody listened quietly.
“First of all, no matter where you are, please form the good habit of looking for places suitable for use as cover,” said Luke. “This isn’t an absolute must, but you should at least have one or two backup locations in mind so that when you run into gunfire, you don’t have to waste time thinking about where to hide.”
Everybody exchanged bewildered looks. Wasn’t that a little… cowardly?
