Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 657 Rowdy Police School and Picking Targets

At that moment, Mr. Mysterious was driving Claire and Selina to the police academy.

Originally, after talking to Director Remick, Luke only needed to show his face once every couple of days and pop right back out. His “three statements of cowardice” lecture had also come to nothing. Luke had thought that he could fumble his way through the three and a half months of police training like this, but yesterday, Director Remick had actually brought up the matter of Luke becoming a military instructor again, and not a temporary one.

When he first heard it, Luke thought that Remick was joking, but realized after a while that the man wasn’t.

Luke’s role had nothing to do with the daily administration or training.

The physical training and classes on various skills and knowledge were still the responsibility of the school instructors.

What Luke needed to do was pick out good seedlings from the new batch of students.

Like a quality inspector for an assembly line.

The police academy itself did the same screening, but Luke would be picking outstanding talents who could work on the front line.

After he picked out these excellent candidates, the police academy would pay more attention to vetting and grooming them.

This assignment had even been submitted to Westside’s Major Crimes Division, and Dustin had personally approved it.

This assignment could be understood as a talent training program that LAPD had set up in order to make up for the shortage of capable police officers.

As he approached the police academy, Luke realized that the traffic jam was much worse than usual, and all sorts of cars were headed toward the police academy.

Suddenly, a yellow RV drove past Luke, and he heard loud cursing. All three of them turned their heads, only to see a woman in a nightgown and slippers lying on the engine hood of the RV, pink rolls in her hair.

Hanging onto the windshield wipers, she cursed out loud again. “If you take one more step, you’re dead! Do you hear me, you b*stard?”

Both cars were going at about 80 kph, but he could still hear that earth-shaking bellow. “What the hell?” Luke muttered despite his usual calm.

Selina and Claire, on the other hand, clicked their tongues with great interest as they looked at this bizarre scene.

After thinking for a moment, Luke decided not to turn on the police light or siren.

Otherwise, the RV might speed up as it tried to escape, and the woman in the nightgown might be flung off!

In the end, the RV stopped less than two minutes later.

Luke also stopped… because he had reached their destination.

The RV braked abruptly, and the woman on the engine hood was suddenly sent flying in an arc to land with a splash in the fountain in front of the car.

A moment later, Luke and his companions looked on as the woman in the nightgown stood up in the fountain, still cursing. After some consideration, they decided to leave her alone.

She was yelling things like “divorce,” so was the driver of the RV… her husband? Looking at the middle-aged man who walked into the police academy without looking back, Luke felt that he must’ve decided to become a police officer after he had enough of married

life.

Luke parked the car in the staff section. Claire and Selina wandered around on their own, and Luke walked toward a large building.

He had been here many times before and would always see a lot of students, but they would all be taking part in organized drills.

Today, however, this place had turned into a noisy market.

People of different genders, races, sizes and ages all poured through the entrance of the police academy.

A convertible suddenly pulled up in front of him, and four hot girls in scanty clothes kissed a young man in the car goodbye, calling him sweetpea as well as other nauseating nicknames.

After the girls bade him farewell, they gave Luke obviously provocative gazes.

Luke didn’t bat an eyelid and simply smiled slightly.

The young man turned around with a suitcase and saw Luke. He chuckled. “Hello. Are you also here to register?”

Luke’s expression didn’t change as he nodded. “Yes. Are they… all your girlfriends?”

Looking at the convertible that was driving off, the young man nodded with a smile. “That’s right. Don’t be too surprised. It’s very normal.”

Luke nodded, deep in thought. “It’s indeed normal. Right, what’s your name?” “George Martin,” replied the young man. Luke: “I hope that you’ll have a good time here.”

As he walked away, he mumbled to himself, The first candidate.

A man who could snag four girls at the same time, not because he had money, was definitely gifted in communication.

Even if this ability might only be useful with women, it was still helpful in detective work. After all, half of the world’s population was women.

A few steps away, Luke heard a mother and daughter conversing. “Why do you want to be a policeman?”

“Mom, it’s a policewoman! And it’s because I don’t want to live like you; it’s too boring. As a police officer, I’ll encounter many exciting things,” replied a young and beautiful blond impatiently.

The older woman snorted. “Are you sure it isn’t because of the news about Batman that you want to become a police officer?”

The girl: “That’s why I want to become a law enforcement officer: so I can help the common people aboveboard.”

Examining their clothes, Luke then went forward with a smile. “Hello, I’m Luke Coulson. And you are?”

The mother and the daughter both turned around in surprise.

It had been a long while since they had heard such a simple and blunt pickup line.

The mother didn’t say anything, but the girl stuck out her hand in a straightforward manner. “Karen Thompson. Nice to meet you, Luke.”

Luke shook hands with her with a smile. “I hope you hang on to your beliefs. It’s very important.”

After that, he let go and continued moving.

The mother and daughter were left stunned. Wasn’t the man trying to hit on them?

They actually found the guy quite pleasing to the eye, otherwise they wouldn’t have bothered with him in the first place. Who would have thought that after saying a few words, he would walk away, just like that.

Luke tagged this girl named Karen as his second candidate.

She had a sense of morality and justice, and she was from a rich family.

Apart from the inevitable envy, most people actually didn’t really hate rich people; they just hated those rich kids who were useless.

Luke, for example, might not be a kid from a rich family, but he had connections.

But few people at Westside hated him.

That was because he never used his connections to steal credit, but always shared the credit with others. Meanwhile, his connections could help crack cases.

As long as his companions weren’t idiots, nobody would hate people like him.

Money and influence were also resources that could be used to crack cases.

What other people couldn’t do, these people could.

They could also bear some responsibilities that might be too heavy for other people.

There were two sides to everything, and it was the same with rich kids.

As Luke headed for the building entrance, two people got out of a police car.

After a glance, he promptly avoided them and kept his distance.