When the police car arrived at the door of the bar, a crowd of people who had gathered to watch the excitement dispersed, revealing two guys who were "dueling" one-on-one.
He was young and dressed fashionably in bell-bottom pants and a black vest, but his face was bruised and bruised, and there were pools of vomit at his feet that gave off an unpleasant smell. There was a piece of trampled circuit between the two of them. , a bar sign with crackling lights.
"LVPD police, stop violating the law immediately and stay where you are." Thomas got out of the car and announced loudly, holding the holster on his waist with one hand and slowly approaching.
Dean followed him like a little follower, calmly letting go of his perspective and checking whether there were any dangerous weapons on the two people and the people around them.
The taller boy scolded Xie Te, his expression unwilling, but he still stood there obediently.
The other one was obviously frightened, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and he ran towards the end of the street without saying a word.
"Leave it to me, he can't run away!"
Dean didn't wait for Thomas's order, as if he was provoked, he chased after him like a gust of wind.
The 12 o'clock agility is not just a decoration. Using all his strength, Dean is like a bolt of lightning in a police uniform, flashing on the hard road.
The escaping guy ran less than twenty meters when Dean caught up with him from behind and threw him to the ground.
Twist your wrist,
Take out the handcuffs.
Copy it!
Search for dangerous weapons.
The speed is so fast and the movements are so neat, it can be said to be done in one go.
It's a pity that no one cheered.
When Dean returned to the police car, the crowd had dispersed. Thomas helped him put the other suspect into the cage in the back of the police car, got in the driver's seat and began to report.
"The Al99 report has been processed and we are now returning to the police station with the two suspects."
On the way back, Dean and Thomas didn't communicate at all.
The suspects were sent back to the police station and put into the detention room.
Dean couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. The two prisoners were noisy like cocks fighting along the way, which made his ears hurt.
"What's going on with these two guys?" Dean asked Thomas.
"I fell in love with the same girl and got jealous and got into a fight, but the girl ran away long ago and no one was around. The guy who ran away just now also knocked something."
Thomas patted Dean on the shoulder again, "By the way, good job. Your grappling moves are more skillful than some old guys."
"But I must point out one thing..." Thomas changed his words, and the smile on his kind chubby face faded, "You made a big mistake just now. You rushed out to chase the second suspect without permission. You didn't wait for my instructions at all. What if? He was armed with a deadly weapon...and by doing so, you were exposing yourself to mortal danger."
"They have been fighting each other for such a long time. If they had deadly weapons, they should have taken them out a long time ago." Before rushing out, Dean had summoned a "shadow" as a shield and checked it with God's perspective. It was foolproof.
"Don't make rash inferences..." Thomas shook his head, opened the door of the police car and got in. "Unless you personally searched him, don't be misled by subjective impressions."
"I have seen many young people who originally had great prospects embark on the police career with great ambitions, but ended up losing their lives because of carelessness. They fell in the first mission and met the fate of police detectives in advance."
Thomas turned the steering wheel, memories flashed through his eyes, and his face turned gloomy.
"Okay, I will never act without permission next time." Dean assured, patting his chest, "Everything will be at your command."
"Just don't blame me for nagging." It was just nine o'clock, and Thomas drove the car back on the patrol road.
"By the way, Thomas, do you have anything to say about the fate of the police detective you just mentioned?"
"That's a joke among peers, a summation of a series of encounters, just a little tragic... Just listen to it."
Thomas cast his gaze into the dark road outside the car window and sighed,
"In our line of work, some people are overly focused on their careers, obsessed with solving crimes and catching criminals, and neglect their families... and end up living alone for the rest of their lives."
"Some were brutally killed by criminals while on duty and ended their lives early."
"Some were injured in the line of duty, leaving serious sequelae and suffering from illness throughout their lives."
"In order to relieve the huge work pressure, some became addicted to alcohol and drugs, which eventually completely destroyed their bodies."
"The fate of a police detective means that most of his colleagues will not end up well."
Not a happy ending.
An icy night breeze blew through the car window.
Dean pondered this sentence and shook his head with a smile.
"This is too pessimistic, Thomas. Aren't you an exception? You have found the true meaning of life, have a beautiful wife, a brave and beautiful daughter, and a reliable patrol partner like me. What's your secret?"
"Haha, I only passed this secret to Gretchen. Of course, if you become my son-in-law in the future, I will tell you too."
"Man...if you keep joking like that, I'll take it seriously."
…
With the experienced good old Thomas passing on his experience, the patrol process becomes less boring.
"Al99, 350 North 18th Street, someone reported harassment."
A voice suddenly came from the intercom.
The police car turned around and quickly arrived at its destination.
"Dean, wait for me in the car this time."
"Coconut, Seer!"
Soon the police car arrived outside the destination yard.
Thomas got out of the car and entered the yard. At a glance, he saw a homeless man in a tattered black coat and disheveled hair knocking on the door. He shouted loudly while banging on the door,
"Ma'am, give me another five dollars and let me have a full meal."
"God bless you."
Sitting in the car, Dean's eyes twitched when he saw Thomas begin to declare loudly,
"LVPD police officer, sir, you broke into someone else's house without permission. Your behavior is a serious violation of the law. Leave that door and exit immediately!"
The tramp turned his head and looked at him, as if he saw a devil. He turned back and knocked on the door more anxiously, pleading in his mouth.
"Madam, open the door quickly and help me!"
"Raise your hands and retreat immediately!"
Thomas took out the pistol from his waist, held it with both hands, and aimed it at the homeless man's back.
"Stop the dangerous behavior!"
Pistol safety closed.
"Ma'am, open the door!"
"Please!"
Thomas' warnings and the homeless man's wailing sounds echoed through the yard.
Dean tensed his body and quietly summoned a shadow to fly more than ten meters to guard Thomas.
He thought a murder was going to happen.
Without any warning, the tramp suddenly turned and knelt down, faced Thomas and stretched out his wrists, and shouted with a red face,
"Catch me!"
"Catch me!"
"It's better to go to jail than to starve to death!"
"Shet! Psycho!"
Thomas cursed under his breath.
He handcuffed the homeless man and put him in the back of the car.
The pungent stench made Dean wrinkle his nose, but when he thought about the other party's strange behavior.
He couldn't help but want to laugh.
…
It's the same old process, appease the owner, complete the report, and send the prisoner back to the holding cell.
"What's going on with this guy?"
"The lady in the room kindly donated some change to him on her way home from get off work. But this guy felt that it was not enough for a meal, so he chased her all the way from the city center to her home and asked her to continue donating." Thomas also shook his head helplessly as if he had seen something strange. ,
"Forced begging?" Dean smiled and asked curiously, "Do homeless people in Las Vegas commit many crimes?"
"Compared to gang members, their crime rate is not high. Most of them are just people who have been driven bankrupt by casinos and have no other options."
Thomas' voice changed,
"You will encounter more strange cases in the future, but don't be merciful. First, keep an eye on their hands and protect yourself. After all, no one knows whether these lunatics will suddenly pull out a gun."
"Um."
…
After this time, when the time came to eleven o'clock in the evening, the intercom never rang again.
At the entrance of the police station, Dean, who had changed back to civilian clothes, got into his Bronco and waved goodbye to Thomas outside the car window.
"I'm always on call. LVPD can contact me if they need it. It's no problem as long as it's at night."
"Are you sure that no volunteer has ever been on duty so frequently? They usually only participate in one or two missions a month." Thomas couldn't understand why this young man was so keen on boring AP missions. "To be honest, a volunteer , even if you work hard for ten years, you still can’t become an official police officer.”
"I know what's going on, please."
…
the next period of time.
Due to Dean's special instructions, Thomas will arrange patrol tasks for him every day.
After all, the LVPD has a heavy task, and volunteers, a cheap labor force, can never be too much.
The COPs in the bureau all knew that a young fool was here. They didn't need any publicity and simply gave him an "appointment" until next month.
The bureau was very satisfied with such a down-to-earth and hard-working volunteer, and was planning to increase his subsidy.
This amount of money can almost offset Dean's living expenses of two to three hundred dollars a month, and his savings remain unchanged.
In just one week, Dean accompanied four different police officers on patrol missions, and encountered all kinds of incidents along the way, including trivial disputes, domestic violence, fights, drunken troubles, traffic violations, etc.
The two times that impressed Dean most deeply were the first time when an old man living alone in an old house reported a missing pet. As a result, Dean found a cat under her bed that had died of old age for several days.
The second time someone called the police claiming that he was being watched, and the sound of surveillance equipment operating could be heard in the house.
Dean discovered that the sound was coming from his house's water pipes, which were in disrepair.
All kinds of strange events opened Dean's eyes and fully explored his "God's perspective" powerful reconnaissance ability. As long as a cat or dog disappeared within three days, there was nothing Dean could not find. He was about to become a member of the LVPD. Find a pet expert.
Unfortunately, these events are too simple and are not recognized by the system and cannot be rewarded with experience.
But this week was not without success. Under the warmth of the jiban, "Shadow" quietly made a breakthrough.
Six o'clock in the morning.
At home, a reminder flashed in front of Dean, who had just emerged from meditation:
Shadow of the Past lv0 (100/100)
Is it promoted?
yes
Shadow of the Past lv0→lv1(0/200)
Your spirit is simultaneously improved: 14.3 → 14.8
…
"What? How come the super power upgrade only gives 0.5 spirit, and the total attribute improvement is only one-third of that of fighting and shooting?"
Dean felt the turbulent waves in his mind and couldn't figure it out even after thinking hard. He simply closed his eyes and sat on the bedside.
Ten minutes later, I suddenly opened my eyes.
A light flashed in his eyes.
"Shadow of the Past" jumped out of the trap, quickly circled in the air several times, blowing the curtains into pieces.
Suddenly he fell down and transformed in front of Dean.
Still a figure as dark as ink.
But in the false and blurry face, there is a little bit of humanity and wisdom in the eyes.
"After the upgrade, what changes do you feel?"
Dean walked around the "shadow" with his bare feet while transmitting sounds from his mind.
"I, I feel that my consciousness has become clearer..."
A slightly hoarse, wooden voice sounded in Dean's mind.
The more advanced and powerful a ghost is, the more complex its humanity is.
Then let’s do an experiment!
Crash--
Dean casually scattered a bunch of colorful pens in the pen holder on the bed, and then gave instructions to "Shadow"——
"Pick up all the green pens."
In less than three seconds, the breeze blew across the bed, and a dozen green pens floated into the air and landed at Dean's feet.
But Shadow didn't do it himself.
"Not only did your intelligence improve, but you also awakened new abilities?" Dean asked in surprise,
"I can retrieve objects from the air to a certain extent." Ying explained.
Dean took out a pen from the pile and threw it over, "Now, control this pen and write your own name."
"my name?"
Ying hesitated for a moment,
Using a pencil from a distance, he wrote Dean Lu's English letters on the white paper. It was as crooked as a tadpole, reminiscent of a child who had just learned to write.
Dean then let it shine on the book and read passages through telepathy.
It went smoothly. Before this time, "Shadow"'s intelligence was at most equivalent to that of a five or six-year-old child.
I'm afraid it could be nine to ten years old now.
The smarter it is, the more complex commands it can understand, and the greater its help will be.
"Can you see what I'm thinking?" Dean felt worried.
"No, unless you take the initiative to tell me."
Dean's smile became even brighter, so he still didn't have to worry about privacy leaks.
…
"Now, find all the novels in the bookshelf."
Ying followed his words and waved at the bookshelf three meters away. Suddenly, the boxy books were summoned by an invisible force and flew to Dean one after another as if they were losing gravity.
Dean picked up a book, thoughtfully,
"This so-called retrieval of objects from the air should be the power of telepathy."
Dean issued a series of instructions, trying to make "Shadow" move objects remotely, throw objects, and attack objects.
The result left him quite disappointed.
The intensity of the current telekinesis ability is at most equivalent to a full blow from a nine to ten-year-old boy. Unless a lethal weapon is used to attack vital points, this telekinesis power will only cause an adult a small amount of pain.
Moreover, the current control of telekinesis is very rough and unstable. Every time he moves the pen holder, it shakes like paralysis. The maximum range of telekinesis is also within 17 or 18 meters around Dean's body, and it does not extend the effective distance.
At present, it seems that the newly added telekinesis power has little use except to play some tricks and perform magic tricks.
Dean could only reassure himself that this was a good start.
As the skill level of "Shadow" increases, the telekinesis ability gradually increases. Sooner or later, he will be able to tear off the ceiling and blow out the sea of fire like Alexander Raphael.
Next, Dean tested the strength, speed, duration, and range of the "shadow" itself, as well as its distance from him, but was disappointed.
The 0.5 spiritual power that comes with the Shadow of the Past upgrade makes them slightly better.
However, the increase in level has almost no impact on these four indicators.
"So skill upgrades will only enhance the intelligence of 'Shadow' and expand its new abilities."
…
at a later time.
Dean's daily training program for summoning "shadows" has been slightly changed, reducing the time for fighting and shooting, and adding more detailed items such as continuous output of telekinesis to boil water, mop the floor, chop vegetables, control the catapult, and throw knives.
Dean was having a great time.
…
Mid-September.
Thursday night.
Dean once again goes on night patrol with Thomas.
"Dean, I suggest you go to the police academy and graduate in half a year." Thomas lit a cigarette and handed one to Dean, who shook his head and refused.
"As long as your ranking is not too bad, there is a high probability that you will be admitted to LVPD, and the bureau will help you reimburse your tuition fees."
"The problem is not the tuition fee..." Dean looked at Thomas, who had been zealously persuading him during this period, and said with some reluctance, "I don't necessarily want to be a policeman."
"Are you serious?"
The cigarette between Thomas' fingers fell to his feet.
"Al99, 130 West 9th Street, reported death." A voice suddenly came from the machine.
"Al99 received." Thomas sat upright, tightened his face, turned the steering wheel,
And Dean was quietly excited. This was the first time he encountered death since patrolling. This should trigger an event!
