Chapter 663 - Humiliation, and Who's Next?

Callahan, the female instructor, rubbed her chest. It felt like Claire had almost crushed her legs.

But in the face of this cheerful and likable little monkey who excelled in everything, she said helplessly, “Claire, this is a lesson, not an exam. I’m only asking you to help with a combat demonstration; this isn’t a real fight.” Claire nodded and asked awkwardly, “Should we continue? I promise to cooperate this time.”

Callahan subconsciously covered her chest with her hands and shook his head. “No, you can go back and sit down. Um… Barbara, why don’t you come up?”

Making a circle around the male students, she picked the fatty whom Instructor Harry had hit to finish running.

Barbara stood up nervously. “M-me? Really?” Barbara’s face was already a little red.

Callahan said, “Yes, you. Attack me.”

Barbara took two hesitant steps forward.

“Hurry up, don’t dawdle,” Callahan shouted.

In a panic, Barbara raised his fist and swung clumsily.

Callahan used a shoulder throw to put the fatty on the ground, then mimed kicking him in the head. She then bent her knees and locked Barbara in place.

Only then did she turn to the students. “Did you see that? After you take down the enemy, you have to control them with your legs and knees. The neck is a good choice. It can limit

nd movements significantly. Now, who’s next?”

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The male students raised their hands in unison. “Me, me!”

Barbara, who had been “humiliated” by the hot female instructor, had already stopped breathing. His face was flushed as he lay there like a drunkard.

Luke smiled.

Callahan was a young woman with blonde hair and big breasts. She was only 26 or 27 years old, and was quite pretty. It was no wonder that the male students were so enthusiastic.

The female students, however, looked at the enthusiastic male students with disdain.

Fifth was shooting practice.

Claire examined the gun proficiently and checked that it was loaded, before she fired quickly. Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

Bullet holes appeared in the half-sized body targets, and they were all between the eighth and tenth rings.

Instructor Harry nodded in satisfaction as he walked past. He admired this girl the most.

She had outstanding abilities, a serious attitude, and a likable personality. It was a pity that she was too young to become an official police officer. Otherwise, she would’ve been assigned to the A1 class.

He walked past them one by one, and their shooting skills varied widely.

Some of them didn’t hit the target, and some were clearly shooting blindly, with the bullet hitting the ninth ring on one try before flying who knew where on the next.

Bang!

Instructor Harry jerked at the loud crack. It was completely different from the sound of a Glock.

He composed himself and looked for the source of the sound, only to see a man proudly holding… a revolver. He was clearly very satisfied with the shot.

Looking at the target, half of which had already been blown away, Harry asked, “Kid, where did you get this gun?”

The student said happily, “It was a birthday gift from my mother.”

Smiling, Instructor Harry slowly stretched out his hand. “Can, can you let me have a look?” The student said, “No problem, instructor.” Harry carefully picked up the Colt Python and immediately took two steps back as he popped out the cylinder. “Los Angeles stopped issuing officers with these .45 revolvers five years ago. So, I’ll keep this gun for now, and you use your Glock.”

Luke was amused.

Dustin had approved his Smith & Wesson M500 because of his contributions and connections.

Thankfully, Dustin believed Luke’s claim that he needed it to deal with some tough enemies, or he wouldn’t have approved it.

A gun with a caliber of more than .45 was too powerful for police officers and wasn’t very practical.

Thus, even SWAT and all the special forces rarely used such a large caliber pistol, let alone ordinary police officers.

Luke took out his notebook and added another line: Eugene Tigerbelly. Proficient with firearms and has excellent arm stability.

But during shooting practice two days later, Luke saw this Tigerbelly rush into the house with a gun, kick the target out, and fire twice on top of that. Luke had to add one more thing: Too impulsive and tends to use too much force.

After two weeks of observation, Luke looked at his notebook and sighed.

There were more than twenty good seedlings, and most of them were in Class A, but there were also a lot of bizarre people with personal strong points.

These included physical strength, speaking skills, driving skills, shooting skills, computer intelligence analysis, the ability to pick up girls, money, and so on.

To become an LAPD officer, these were just extras and not prerequisites.

The crux was that these people leaned heavily toward one particular strength but were weak in other aspects.

Conversely, the twenty or so people didn’t have any obvious shortcomings, and moreover excelled in several respects.

And the most outstanding of them all… was Claire.

Luke wasn’t surprised.

Claire was smart, cheerful, and adored sports.

A year ago, after the Carlos family tried to kidnap her, she developed a strong interest in combat and firearms. With a first-class instructor like Robert around, her combat ability improved significantly, and she was definitely a good candidate for a police detective.

But Luke didn’t put her name on his list; she still had to go to college.

One day, the little monkey noticed Luke at the end of training. She grabbed him to whisper something in his ear before she ran off.

Looking at her laughing and joking around with the girls, Luke shook his head with a smile and took out his phone. “Selina? I’m taking Claire and her classmates out for dinner. Do you want to come?”

Selina immediately agreed. “Of course. Has Claire forgotten about me now that she has new classmates?”

Luke smiled. “She asked me to call you.”

Selina snorted. “Can Dollar go too?”

Luke thought for a moment and said, “It should be okay. I’ll find a restaurant that allows pets.”

Selina quickly came over, and found him in a quiet corner of the campus. Luke found that odd. “That was fast.” Selina said, “I was on the east side today to help them maintain order.”

Luke asked, “Is the east side still in a mess?”

Selina said, “Don’t talk about it. If the earthquake you mentioned happens, the east side will definitely be the very first place where trouble will break out. There are too many people without jobs gathered there. Hm, what are you doing here?”

Luke raised his hand to show her the notebook he was holding. “I’m observing the students.”

Looking at the dark sky, Selina asked, “So dedicated?”

She looked around, then pointed at a building dozens of meters down a slope in astonishment. “Is that how you’re examining them?”