As soon as Dean got home, he saw Holden Ford, a mild-mannered man in a black suit in the courtyard, raise his chin at him.

"Where have you been these days? No one was found in the hospital or at home. ”

"Man, it's summer vacation, and I've been lying bored in the hospital for a month, so I can't go out and play for a few days?"

Dean took out the key and opened the door, put away the luggage, Holden followed into the house, sat on the sofa, patted his hands, and joked,

"Don't be nervous, I'm just worried that you'll run out and burn down someone's house and kill a few people."

Dean's eyelids jumped, and he took two glasses of water and put them on the coffee table casually, tearing open a bag of potato chips,

"Did you and Alvin go well to Compton?"

"The result is tortuous, but under Alvin's testimony, the murderers of the Blood Gang have been brought to justice and are currently being held in San Quentin Prison in California, waiting in line for the death penalty."

Dean nodded in satisfaction.

"Where's Alvin?"

Holden reached out and took out a large handful of potato chips, threw them into his mouth, and Kazkaz up,

"I followed the lawyer to deal with the inheritance issue, and he said that he would invite us after building a house."

"Don't run around in the future, participate in volunteer training honestly, and I will inform you when you have an official identity and encounter a suitable case."

“OK。”

……

Days became regular, and Dean went to the Struggle Field Shooting Range every morning to practice pistol shooting, practicing the newly acquired shooting skills and inspiration as he improved his proficiency.

In the afternoon, the training of joining LVPD's law, police, and first on-site first aid was boring and cumbersome, but Dean had memorized a lot of information in advance, and there was no big problem.

In the evening, Dean goes home and conducts critical strike training on the newly purchased combat dummy: poking eyes, cutting throats, flirting with legs, double-peaked piercing ears... and simple equipment training.

For two hours a day, until he was covered in sweat, he summoned the "shadow" for eight minutes of extreme spiritual training, followed by a three-hour round of meditation.

Finally, the day ends with a solid sleep.

……

There was also a hiccup in between, and after a trip to Santa Monica, Gretchen seemed to treat Dean as a sparring partner, often inviting him to train with him in martial arts.

A training ground full of sandbags, dumbbells, barbells, tension machines, and other fitness equipment.

Under bright lights.

With a small black vest on her upper body and boxer pants on her lower body, the tall and sexy girl shook her braids behind her head, stepped on the smooth wooden floor, and rushed to the opposite side like electricity.

With the inertia of running, she suddenly threw a leg towards Dean, and her slender and sturdy right leg fell like a tomahawk from top to bottom with the whirring sound of the wind!

Dean rubbed himself up against the incoming shadow, and his right shoulder hit the incoming thigh in an unbiased manner.

An exclamation.

The girl's body was driven by tremendous force, and her left foot lifted off the ground and flew backwards.

Dean clenched his outstretched hands with great skill, and as soon as he pressed forward, a delicate body that was full of vitality and elasticity was knocked to the floor.

The girl's sideburns were wet with sweat, her cheeks were white and red, and the neckline of the vest on her chest showed a touch of whiteness, but she didn't care about her indecent posture and the other party's indiscriminate eyes, and her blue eyes stared at Dean with high morale.

"Go on, I'm going to beat you once today."

"Let me catch my breath first."

Dean let go of her thighs and lay on the floor beside her, her hands resting on the back of her head, leisurely crossing Erlang's legs.

"How's Abby doing this time?"

"It's the same old age, I go to my house every day and knock on the door, and I have nothing to do." Gretchen reluctantly brushed his sideburns with his hair, and a trace of distress appeared on his face, "Always like a child who doesn't grow up." ”

"Wow!" There was a warm dog barking at the gate of the training room.

A big golden retriever rushed to the middle of the two and lay down, sticking out his tongue and smirking, swinging his ass frantically, his big fluffy tail banging the thighs of the mistress and Dean like a mallet.

"Haha, Coco, when will Abby be as mature and sensible as you?" Gretchen smiled and touched the dog's head,

"Wow!"

In the cheerful, continuous cry, the big golden retriever turned his head excitedly to look at Dean, as if to say what are you doing, come and touch me.

Dean has never liked to have dogs, but he loves to tease other people's dogs.

"Boom" a few times, stretched out his hand and slammed it wildly, and the dog's mouth immediately licked his face.

"What are you eating, your saliva stinks so much! Shut up, don't lick it, I'll tell you not to lick it! Lick it later, I'll take revenge on your mistress, huh? ”

Barking!

……

At the end of the summer vacation, Nevada State High School opened, nothing major happened, and the time flew into September, Dean successfully completed his training and became an official LVPD volunteer, waiting for his first duty.

That night, Dean was frantically ravaging the combat dummies in the living room, checking the harvest of more than a month.

Visible progress has been made in terms of skills and attributes.

Spirit: 14.2→14.3

Power: 10.6→10.7

Sensitive: 12.1→12.2

Fighting Lv1 (111/200→134/200)

Shoot Lv1 (57/200→80/200)

Shadow of the Past Lv0 (46→92/100)

Balance Meditation Lv1 (5→51/200)

"Yes, the 'Shadow' upgrade is not far away."

Dean nodded happily, and suddenly heard the newly installed landline phone next to the TV ringing,

"Good evening, Dean, I'm Thomas Allen."

A kind and kind fat face appeared in Dean's mind,

"Good evening, Thomas, I'm not at home with my wife and Gretchen, why do you have time to contact me suddenly."

"Carol's slippery head was busy with his son's birthday and asked me to substitute for me, so I need you to take a little work off the ground tonight. If you have time, come to LVPD, we will carry out the mission together, and if you are busy, I will call Gretchen. ”

"Wait for me for half an hour."

Dean wiped his sweat.

Change into clothes and rush to the LVPD door.

"It's so sweet that you can help me, old fellow."

Thomas walked up and gave him a warm hug, and looked this handsome young man up and down with small eyes, like an old man looking at his son-in-law, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he became.

"By the way, it's been hard for you to train with Gretchen during this time, my daughter is the same as his mother, she has a stubborn temper and doesn't take it lightly."

Thomas said complaining, but a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,

"No, she helped me a lot, too." Dean smiled and said, "To get to the point, what kind of difficult challenge was assigned to me today?" ”

"You're going to be disappointed, the mission is simple, drive around the streets with me until twelve o'clock in the evening."

"It's not bad, just enjoy the night view of Las Vegas."

……

Dean followed Thomas into the police station and quickly changed into the full gear of a volunteer:

Khaki police uniform of LVPD with volunteer badge, gloves, sticks, pens and notepads, a duty belt...

"Can I bring a gun?"

"I'm sorry, but according to the rules, volunteers don't have law enforcement powers, they can't have lethal weapons, and they can't have their own guns."

Dean nodded, clenched the stick, and shook it a few times at will, the air crackled, the fighting skill of lv1 was activated, and a large section of the tips on the use of short stick weapons poured into his mind, and Di An's head surged with confidence, "The stick-throwing stick is enough." ”

"Let's go!"

"Haha, Thomas, take our Lake Mead heroes on patrol with you?"

There were not many police officers in the police station at night, but when they saw Thomas, they greeted and teased him warmly.

"Can't I take my son-in-law for a supper? You're red-eyed, who told your wife that she didn't give birth to a daughter? ”

Thomas didn't turn it down.

Dean smiled helplessly, this guy really didn't care about Gretchen's face at all.

……

Out of the police station, Dean got into Thomas's police car, and Allen, who was the main driver, turned his head to look at him,

"Dean, I've been on duty with dozens of volunteers, and you're the most relaxed newcomer I've ever seen on my first mission."

"Holden mentioned that there is nothing dangerous about volunteer tasks, so you don't need to scare yourself." Dean smiled casually, he already had eleven lives under his command, and it was really not easy to make him nervous.

"Knowing and doing are two different things, you were born to eat this bowl of rice." Thomas turned the steering wheel, and the police car drove onto the main road, driving towards the boundary line of Las Vegas,

"What was the most dangerous time when you have been patrolling all these years?" Dean casually looked out the window, patrolling solemnly, only to notice that there were a lot of Gass homeless people on the side of Las Vi Street.

"In the past ten years, in order to build a tourist city and operate a casino to attract tourists, Las Vegas has very strict security management, and the number of police officers in LVPD far exceeds that of ordinary city police stations.

Thomas recalls,

"But there are occasional exceptions, and the most dangerous one is when I found a grass seller on the corner of the street, and before I could shout, the guy hid directly behind the car and shot at me. We fought for five minutes, and the doors were full of bullet holes and the tires were blown. ”

"And then?"

"I got a little bit of a minor injury, and that guy went to God."

Thomas paused, reminding,

"Dean, it's good to relax, it proves that you have excellent mental qualities. But don't relax completely, a moderate amount of tension can help with the mission, especially if you're involved in night missions, where most criminal activity takes place. ”

"Well, I remember!"

Suddenly, there was a sound from the machine.

"Al99, East Eighth Block, many people called the police to say that someone was making trouble in front of the bar."

"AL99 ROP."

"Dean, I'll be at my disposal later."

Thomas gave Dean a look, then turned on his lights and drove to his destination.