As soon as Dean returned home, he saw the gentle Holden Ford in a black suit in the yard and raised his chin towards him.
"Where have you been these past few days? No one can be found in the hospital or at home."
"Man, it's summer vacation. I've been lying in the hospital bored for a month. Can't I go out for a few days to relax?"
Dean took out his keys and opened the door, put away his luggage, and Holden followed him into the house, sat down on the sofa, clapped his hands together, and joked,
"Don't be nervous, I'm just worried that you ran out and burned down someone's house again, killing a few people."
Dean's eyelids twitched, and he calmly took two glasses of water and put them on the coffee table, then tore open a bag of potato chips.
"Did it go well for you and Alvin to run errands in Compton?"
"The outcome was tortuous, but with Alvin's testimony, the murderer of the Bloods Gang has been punished by law and is currently imprisoned in San Quentin Prison in California, waiting in line for the death penalty."
Dean nodded with satisfaction.
"Where's Alvin?"
Holden reached out and took out a large handful of potato chips, threw them into his mouth and started to laugh.
"I followed the lawyer to deal with the inheritance issues. He said he would invite us after the house is built."
"You should stop running around and attend the volunteer training honestly. I will notify you when you have a formal status and encounter a suitable case."
"OK."
…
The days became regular, and Dean went to the Struggle Field Shooting Range every morning to practice pistol shooting, practicing the shooting skills and inspiration he had acquired after improving his proficiency.
In the afternoon, I joined the LVPD's legal, police dispatch, and first on-site first aid training. The process was boring and cumbersome, but Dean had already memorized a lot of information, so there was no big problem.
In the evening, Dean went home and performed targeted attack training on the newly purchased fighting dummy: poking the eyes, cutting the throat, lifting the vagina and legs, piercing the ears with both breasts... and training with simple equipment.
For two hours every day, until he was covered in sweat, he summoned the "Shadow" for eight minutes of extreme mental training, followed by another three-hour round of meditation.
Finally, this fulfilling day ended with a solid sleep.
…
There was also an episode in the middle. After the trip to Santa Monica, Gretchen seemed to regard Dean as a sparring partner and often invited him to train fighting together.
A training ground filled with sandbags, dumbbells, barbells, and various fitness equipment.
Under bright lights.
Wearing a black tank top and boxer briefs, the tall and sexy girl flicked her braid on the back of her head, stepped on the smooth wooden floor, and rushed towards the opposite side like electricity.
Taking advantage of the inertia of running, she suddenly swung her leg towards Dean, and her long and strong right leg fell from top to bottom like a tomahawk with the sound of whistling wind!
Dean stood up to face the incoming shadow, and his right shoulder hit the incoming thigh squarely.
A cry of surprise.
The girl's body was driven by the huge force, leaving her left foot off the ground and flying backwards.
Dean's outstretched hands hugged him very skillfully, and he stepped forward, and a delicate body full of vitality and elasticity was knocked to the floor.
The girl's temples were wet with sweat, her cheeks were white and rosy, and the collar of the vest on her chest revealed a hint of fair skin, but she didn't care about her indecent posture or the other person's glances at all, and her blue eyes stared at Dean with high spirits. ,
"Go on, I must defeat you once today."
"Let me take a breath first."
Dean let go of her thighs and lay on the floor next to her, resting his hands on the back of his head and crossing his legs leisurely.
"How's Abby doing these days?"
"It's the same as always, knocking on the door at my house every day, just looking for trouble." Gretchen helplessly smoothed her hair on her temples, with a hint of distress on her face, "She'll always look like a child who won't grow up."
"Woof!" A passionate dog bark came from the door of the training room.
A big golden retriever rushed between the two and lay down between them, sticking out its tongue and giggling, waving its butt crazily, and its big fluffy tail beating the hostess and Dean's thighs like a drumstick.
"Haha, Coco, when will Abby become as mature and sensible as you?" Gretchen smiled and touched the dog's head,
"Woof woof!"
Amidst the cheerful and continuous calls, the big golden retriever turned his head and glanced at Dean excitedly, as if to say, why are you standing there, come and touch me.
Dean has always disliked keeping dogs because they are too messy, but he loves teasing other people's dogs.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh," he said a few times, stretched out his hand and moved wildly, and the dog's mouth immediately licked his face.
"What did you eat that makes your saliva smell so bad! Shut up, stop licking, I told you not to lick! If you lick again, I will take revenge on your mistress, okay?"
Woof woof!
…
The summer vacation ended and Nevada State High School started school. Nothing major happened. Time quickly entered September. Dean successfully completed the training and became an official LVPD volunteer, waiting for his first duty.
That night, Dean was frantically ravaging the fighting dummy in the living room, inspecting the harvest of more than a month.
Visible progress has been made in skills and attributes.
Spirit: 14.2→14.3
Strength: 10.6→10.7
Sensitivity: 12.1→12.2
Fighting lv1(111/200→134/200)
Shooting 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 ringing next to the TV.
"Good evening, Dean, I'm Thomas Allen."
A fat, kind face appeared in Dean's mind.
"Good evening, Thomas. You are not at home with your wife and Gretchen. Why did you suddenly contact me when you have time?"
"Carol, that slick guy, is busy going to celebrate his son's birthday and asked me to take over the shift, so I need you to share some of the work tonight. If you are free, come to the LVPD and we will perform tasks together. If you are busy, I will call you Gretchen. "
"Wait for me for half an hour."
Dean wiped his sweat.
Put on some clothes and rush to the door of LVPD.
"It's very thoughtful of you to come and help an old guy like me."
Thomas walked up and gave him a warm hug. His little eyes looked up and down at this handsome young man, just like a father-in-law looking at his son-in-law. The more he looked at him, the more satisfied he became.
"By the way, you have worked hard with Gretchen during this period of training. My daughter is just like her mother, she has a stubborn temper and her attacks are not serious."
Thomas was complaining, but a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"No, she helped me a lot." Dean said with a smile, "To get to the point, what difficult challenges have been arranged for me today?"
"You're going to be disappointed. The mission is very simple. Drive around a few streets with me and patrol until twelve o'clock at night."
"It's not bad, just enjoy the night view of Las Vegas."
…
Dean followed Thomas into the police station and quickly changed into full volunteer equipment:
LVPD khaki police uniform with volunteer badge, gloves, stick, pen and notepad, a duty belt...
"Can I bring a gun?"
"Sorry, according to regulations, volunteers do not have law enforcement rights and cannot possess deadly weapons, including their own guns."
Dean nodded, gripped the stick tightly, and swung it randomly a few times. The air crackled, and the lv1 fighting skills were activated. A long section of tips on the use of short stick weapons came into his mind, and Dean's head was filled with excitement. He was confident, "Throwing the stick is enough."
"Set off!"
"Haha, Thomas, take our Lake Mead heroes with you on patrol?"
There were not many police officers in the police station at night, but they all greeted Thomas enthusiastically and teased him.
"Can't I take my son-in-law for a late-night snack? Are you jealous? Who said your wife didn't give birth to a daughter?"
Thomas welcomes everyone.
Dean smiled helplessly. This guy really didn't care about Gretchen's face.
…
After leaving the police station, Dean got into Thomas' police car. Allen, who was in the driver's seat, turned to look at him.
"Dean, I have been on duty with dozens of volunteers, and you are the most relaxed newcomer I have ever seen on a first mission."
"Holden mentioned that there is no danger in volunteer tasks, so there is no need to scare yourself." Dean smiled casually. He already had eleven lives under his command, and it was not easy to make him nervous.
"Knowing and doing are two different things. You are born to eat this bowl of rice." Thomas turned the steering wheel and the police car drove onto the main road and drove towards the border of Las Vegas.
"In all these years of patrolling, when was the most dangerous time?" Dean looked out the window casually. After patrolling seriously, he discovered that there were a lot of Garth homeless people on the streets of Las Vegas.
"In the past decade or so, in order to build a tourist city and operate casinos to attract tourists, Las Vegas' security management has been very strict, and the number of police officers in the LVPD has far exceeded that of the average city police department. Most crises have been nipped in the bud. The rest are usually just minor disputes, tourists causing trouble and the like..."
Thomas recalled,
"But there are occasional exceptions. The most dangerous time was when I spotted a grass seller on the street corner. Before I could shout, the guy hid behind the car and shot me. We fought for five minutes, and the car door was full of bullets. hole and a punctured tire.”
"Then what?"
"I got some minor injuries and the guy went to God."
Thomas paused and reminded,
"Dean, it's good to relax. It proves that you have outstanding psychological quality. But don't relax completely. Being appropriately nervous will help the task, especially when participating in night tasks. Most criminal activities are carried out at night."
"Yeah, remember!"
There was a sudden sound from the machine.
"Al99, East 8th Street, multiple people called the police to report that someone was causing trouble in front of the bar."
"AL99 received."
"Dean, follow my instructions later."
Thomas gave Dean a look, then turned on his police lights and drove towards his destination.
