Seven Hundred and Seventeen Chapters Family Origin and Blacklist

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Somewhere in Africa, a little girl of four or five years old looked at the picture on the light screen and cried out, "Brother, brother, is he from us?"

Standing beside her was a young black man in his twenties. Favorite this site┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛

He looked at it carefully for a while, then shook his head slightly: "It's not ours, the technology used by this armor is very different from ours."

While humming a song softly, the little girl swiped 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 clan."

"No similar targets." The light screen quickly showed the results.

The little girl bounced around in the room and poked at the black image on the screen: "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, Su Rui, it's time to go to class."

The little girl giggled: "Oh, brother is angry, brother is angry."

The young black man followed her helplessly: "No, how can I be so stingy..."

...

Luke spent his first day back in Los Angeles peacefully.

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

After walking around the playground for two laps, he was summoned by Remick.

"Luke, your list hasn't been completed yet?" Remick's hair was messy and his eyes were dark. It was estimated that he had been working a lot of overtime recently.

The police station is pressing hard, and it has only been less than three weeks, and they are going to pull these rookie students out on duty to alleviate the situation of the lack of police force in Los Angeles.

Luke: "In such a hurry? I have a preliminary list here. I'll give it to you first."

Remick breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Shao Luke's list alone is nothing, he also expects a few more talents in Luke's list.

Compared with the lists of other police detectives, his expectations for Luke's list are also a little higher.

As a result, I got Luke's special notebook and quickly glanced at the name on it. Remick looked up in amazement: "So many?"

On the list handed over by other detectives, there are at most twenty or thirty people, and Luke's list has more than fifty people.

Even if the number of trainees in this training exceeds 600, this number is a little too much.

Luke coughed lightly: "Maybe only more than twenty on the first page meet your requirements, and the second page..."

boom!

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

"Shit, these are all shit! We SWAT are not ordinary patrol officers, how do we know which student is suitable?"

When he saw the expressions of the two inside, he said helplessly: "Okay, I'll talk about it later."

This black bald head is of course SWAT's team leader Harrison.

Hanging up the phone, he greeted the two of them, and then went into a rage at Remick: "What are you doing? We are special police, not patrol police. Can you use the person I picked?"

More importantly, the people he likes are hard to use.

SWAT has always selected elites from the Los Angeles police, and these trainees are not even official police officers.

When the trainees become official police officers, they will have to work for at least another two or three years before they can enter the SWAT selection list.

Remick: "Harrison, everyone has to hand in this list. It's not for you to pick players."

Harrison snorted.

This is precisely what he is most dissatisfied with. His efforts are not good for him. The pressure of their SWAT is even greater recently.

Harrison has made several calls recently, and it turns out that the entire SWAT team is asking for someone from headquarters.

This important person's report naturally disappeared.

Luke chuckled: "Want someone? Recommend some good seedlings for you."

Harrison was surprised: "Are you serious? This is a student."

Luke picked up the small notebook that Remick put on the table: "Look at the ones on the second page. I don't think they are necessarily suitable for being a police detective, but maybe there are some that you can use."

Harrison took the notebook and looked at it for a moment, his eyes glowing: "There is such a person?"

Luke nodded with a smile: "How about it? How to get people to help you is another matter, but some people can be competent for auxiliary tasks such as logistical support, and they don't need to follow you."

Harrison repeatedly looked at the descriptions of several people there, and nodded again and again: "Well, I can apply for them to become ordinary trainee police officers in our control center, and let them do logistics support if they have tasks, as long as there are ten or eight If it can be used, it can also replace the work of three to five regular team members.”

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 put his hand on his forehead: "This is out of order, Harrison."

Harrison gave him an international gesture directly: "Come on! Give it or not, a word!"

Remick held back for a few seconds, then bowed his head to the boss in desperation: "You can handle the transfer procedures yourself, I'm just a training supervisor, OK?"

Harrison sneered, tore off the second page of Luke's notebook, 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 can remember the names of more than 30 people.

The trouble did not affect the relationship between Remick and Harrison.

In the police department of Los Angeles, there will never be enough manpower, and if you want to rob someone, you have to be shameless.

It's extremely common for old guys to roll around in the boss's office in order to get people.

And generally speaking, the boss can't do anything to this old guy who has the ability to do things, and he can't let his subordinates do things without giving him any support!

Harrison was convinced of Luke's vision, and of course he started quickly when he was in urgent need of grabbing someone, and took Luke's second page of the blacklist directly.

The guys on the list have more disadvantages than advantages, but the advantages are outstanding.

A professional team leader like Harrison has professionally groomed and polished newcomers for more than ten years, ensuring that they can extract their value.

Luke said to Remick at this time: "Is there Claire Coulson on the list of others?"

Remick was stunned for a while, and then he understood: "Is she yours?"

"Sister." Luke gave a positive answer: "She has already received an admission letter from USC, so..."

Of course Remick understood, but he still sighed: "Your sister's name is on the list of candidates for all detectives. Did you teach her?"

Luke smiled: "I have to ask her father there. He has been the town sheriff for more than ten years."

Remick suddenly said: "The origin of family education, no wonder!" The attitude was also a little closer.