"Wayne, Wayne!"
boom!
The strong vibration coming from the table made him open his eyes. In front of him was a strong man in police uniform with an angry face, and the name tag on his chest read his name - Nathan William.
"Sorry, Mr. William, I didn't sleep well last night."
"Rookie, I don't care about the quality of your sleep. You'd better cheer me up quickly. And you should call me Sheriff William. Before today, you have to remember your superior's name and rank. Do you understand? "
"Understood, Chief William."
"That's good, then Constable Jack will be your training officer, now you can get lost."
The sturdy Sheriff William left without looking back, and then a middle-aged man with gray hair and a smile came over, patted him on the shoulder and said:
"If the Syndicate hadn't caused chaos yet, your rookie rating would have been deducted by ten points."
"Rookie rating?"
"Haha, you don't need to know this. Go get your gear and start your first day of patrol. I hope you can make it to the end of the shift, Kyle Wayne."
The assigned training officer said no more and went to the garage on his own.
Standing in the empty conference room, the time traveler stretched out his hands and shook them. The body that had only one abdominal muscle since graduating from college now has six packs. As for the name, it also became a Western name like Kyle Wayne, but fortunately it was not Bruce Wayne.
He went to the bathroom to wash his face first. Looking at his still handsome face in the mirror, Kyle was relieved. However, he had to pretend to be a police officer in an unknown world, which was a big challenge for him.
When he went to the garage carrying a bulky equipment backpack and holding two shotguns in his hands, Training Officer Jack, who was smoking, flicked the cigarette butt with the same smiley expression on his face.
"Boy, did you fall into the toilet? Or are you standing in front of the mirror like a girl and unable to walk? I must tell you, your face is not suitable for being a police officer."
"You're right, Mr. Jack. But I'm already standing here, aren't I?"
Old Jack shrugged, and after Kyle checked the equipment and the police car, the two of them got into the car. Old Jack sat in the driver's seat and asked Kyle to turn on the car computer and prepare to go.
The car drove out of the underground parking lot. The city scene in another world did not surprise Kyle. The architectural style of this city was still similar to that of the previous life. Looking at the familiar steel jungle, at least he was sure that this was not steampunk or cyberspace. A different world with punk style.
Old Jack, who was holding the steering wheel with one hand, glanced at the boy beside him, saw that he looked distracted, and started talking to himself.
"Boy, you are lucky to have me as your training officer. I will officially retire in five years, so in the remaining five years, I will not take the initiative to answer any dangerous police reports. And I am too lazy to do so. What should I teach you? I took the initiative to be a training officer just for the 5% salary increase."
Kyle was silent, not knowing how to respond to this old man.
On your first day at work, how should you respond when your boss bluntly says that you are a mess-maker? It's quite a rush to wait online.
However, the radio in the car interrupted Old Jack's declaration of ruin, and the dispatcher's voice came from it:
"10-05, domestic dispute, 1802 West Clon Street."
"10-05, received. This is the police information I want to receive, no need to worry about family chores."
Jack responded directly to the alarm, and then turned on the music station in the car. He seemed to think that Kyle was a boring gourd who was not good at communicating, so he didn't say anything more.
The two quickly arrived at the door of the house where the family dispute occurred. After Kyle got out of the car, he looked at Old Jack, and the old man spread his hands, saying that he would leave everything to you.
Helpless, Kyle knocked on the door. When someone opened the door, he was just about to ask what happened here. The man who opened the door in front of him was two heads taller than Kyle, who was 1.8 meters tall, and his shoulders were wider. It's also a whole lot longer than him, and his tonnage is probably comparable to that of a sumo wrestler in his previous life.
"Is there a problem?"
Old Jack covered his face and laughed silently. He always enjoyed watching newcomers scramble to deal with their first case.
"Ahem, that's it. We received a report of a domestic dispute here, so is the mistress of this house here?"
The man, who was as strong as a bear, turned sideways, and a petite lady held the cat in her arms and nodded towards Kyle and the others.
"Hello, ma'am, are you okay?"
"She's fine, she's fine. So you should get out of here."
Old Jack patted Kyle on the shoulder, signaling that it was time to leave. But Kyle still walked in. Although there were no obvious injuries on her body, who knew whether there might be any scary scars hidden under her clothes.
"Ma'am, are you okay?"
Hearing Kyle's question, the petite lady nodded, and the smile on her face didn't look fake.
"Of course I'm fine... Oh no, do you think he will hurt me? Although he looks like a bear, he treats feelings like a piece of wood and will never be violent to me. ."
When Kyle wanted to ask more questions, Old Jack grabbed his collar and pulled him out. He smiled and said goodbye to the two citizens.
Then he turned around and pushed Kyle back onto the seat of the police car, performing a Sichuan Opera face change. His originally smiling expression instantly turned into one that could release murderous intent.
"You brat, we can't interfere too much in family affairs. If their M-values suddenly rise because of your questioning... Haha, then you will only be able to stay as a clerk in the General Public Security Bureau for the rest of your life. Remember. Next time, if I say it's time to leave, then you must obey my instructions. I don't need a police officer who likes to show off as a hero here, do you understand?"
M value? what is that? Are there any quantitative indicators that can determine the degree of jitter?
Suddenly I heard a professional term, but because I had no relevant knowledge at all, I just felt confused and did not understand what Old Jack meant.
"I see."
No matter what, it's okay to just nod your head to show that you understand everything.
The expressionless Kyle had no idea what exactly Old Jack was nervous about, but there was one thing that caught his attention during the previous questioning, and that was the petite woman's eyes - which seemed to be flashing red.
But since Old Jack said he couldn't press, there shouldn't be any problems.
"10-05, no further support is needed, the incident has been resolved."
After solving the first incident, Kyle continued to play dumb and did whatever Jack asked him to do. They gave tickets to several cars throughout the morning, and then caught a mad dog with red eyes, and then Used a Taser to stun a guy who was swinging a bat on the street and shouting that winter was coming.
When it was lunch time, Jack drove directly in front of a food truck and pointed at the food truck that probably only sold fried food.
"It's a tradition of the patrol team of the General Public Security Bureau that a new recruit has to treat his training officer to lunch on the first day, so get off the bus quickly. I'm looking forward to what meal you will order for me."
Look at him 'I can't wait! Serve it quickly! ' With an expression on his face, Kyle asked the owner of the dining car for an all-vegetable set meal after getting off the car. After learning that there was durian, he directly added it, and finally paired it with a hellish chili sauce that could overwhelm the guest. Just like that, the high-end lunch for old Jack was ready.
As for Kyle himself, he ordered a tuna sandwich set. When he took the dark dish that made the dog shake his head in one hand and the normal set meal in the other hand, he went to the table where old Jack was sitting. Old Jack, who had cheated the newlyweds for a meal, suddenly had a bad premonition.
"What is this portion you gave me?"
"The all-vegetable set meal, in case you think it's not flavorful enough, I added some chili sauce."
Old Jack can be said to be riding a tiger with this dark dish. Dis City has laws and regulations that prohibit wasting food at will. Now he is still wearing a police uniform. If he just throws this red and green thing into the trash can, It will probably be in the newspapers tomorrow.
"Kyle...very good, I didn't expect you to be so cruel."
"Thank you for the compliment. I hope you can give me more opportunities to perform next time you talk about some non-existent traditions."
Old Jack, disgraced, wrapped up the dark food in three layers and then went to buy a normal lunch.
Kyle Wayne, you have to be careful. If I catch you, I'll give you some juice.
On the side, Kyle was enjoying a tuna sandwich that tasted the same as in his previous life. He took out his mobile phone and opened the browser, and began to search for information about the M value.
The M value (Mania Value) is used by scholars to indicate the degree of mania infection. When the M value is 100-200, the patient will have significant amnesia, mania and other mental symptoms; when the M value is above 200, 98.4% of patients will have a mental breakdown and become a monster that has lost its mind and has no strength - a dead soldier; a special mad person with an M value of more than 600 but still retains their sanity is called a "detainee".
As for Mania, it is a force that causes mutations in humans, named after the term Mania in psychiatry and abnormal psychology. It's a bizarre disorder that begins with a mental disorder. Patients infected by madness will show varying degrees of mania, paranoia and other mental symptoms. Under the influence of mental distortion, the patient's physical strength will increase abnormally. Moreover, humans have not yet discovered an effective treatment for madness.
Looking at the very simple information on the phone, Kyle's expression gradually became serious. He originally thought that the M value was just a new term from another world used to measure crime, but now he found out that it was a new term used to measure crime. It is a tool to measure the severity of mental illness, and it seems that although the mentally ill people in this world will gradually lose their minds, they will also strengthen their physical fitness at the same time.
"What's wrong? Boy, shouldn't you have learned these basic things in the academy? Haha, don't tell me that you forgot how to use the heterogonal crystal stabilizer. Oh - if you have forgotten, neither am I can not tell you."
"Save your energy, old Jack. Since you have nothing to do, why don't you eat the secret meal I bought for you?"
Old Jack, who had been a veteran of the Sheriff's Bureau for more than 20 years, was planning to teach Kyle some elegant Dis slang when the radio on his waist suddenly rang:
"10-05, domestic dispute, 1802 West Clon Street, the conflict escalated, the home M-value detector has sent an alarm to the General Administration!"
"*Civildis*! Brat, look at the bad things you've caused!"
After responding to the radio, the two immediately started the police car and rushed to the residence of the couple who had another conflict. During this period, Old Jack, who was driving the car, cursed and used various adjectives from Dis City.
"Damn it! Why do I think this domestic dispute is a trivial matter? If I had not responded to this alert, I would still be having a good lunch now."
"Don't worry, Old Jack, even if you didn't respond to the warning at first, you still wouldn't have a good meal."
Faced with Kyle's ridicule, Old Jack calmed down and asked in a deep voice:
"Boy, have you ever fired a gun?"
"What do you think?"
"*Civildis* I mean don't you dare shoot a living person!"
"If that's necessary, of course I will."
"Hmph! You'd better not be so stubborn."
My mouth is tougher than my pancakes, so you don’t have to worry, old guy.
This sudden situation made Kyle, who was originally thinking of slowly adapting to this world, a little unresponsive. He touched the pistol on the holster on his waist. The cold texture and the weight that symbolized the ability to take a human life... ....
"We're here, kid!"
After getting out of the car, Kyle took out the pistol. For some reason, his muscle memory allowed him to skillfully open the safety and move forward with the gun in the most appropriate posture. The originally cozy couple's residence in front of him now heard the sound of female screams and screams coming from inside. Various crashing and cracking sounds.
Old Jack naturally knew the consequences of the soaring M value. He walked quietly behind Kyle, but he was noticed by Kyle in less than half a second.
That old silver coin. Forget it, saving people is more important.
Kyle kicked open the front door of the house and ran from the entrance to the living room. He saw the petite, cute-looking woman riding on the back of the big man, waving a knife in her hand. , inserted it into the man's neck with a puff, and then pulled it out without hesitation. The man who struggled to resist seemed to have been pulled out with the knife, and he knelt on the ground helplessly.
Seeing the blood spraying out, Kyle knew he couldn't wait any longer, but shooting directly might also accidentally injure the man, so he put the gun away, picked up the glass on the table next to him, and hit the girl's face accurately. On the head.
The glass that hit her head shattered, but the girl whose eyes were glowing red and still clutching the knife in her hand did not faint. Instead, she jumped off the man's back and screamed at him. Kyle pounced.
"Get out of my way, kid! You're blocking my gun!"
Old Jack in the back saw that the girl had turned into a mad man, and shouted for Kyle to get out of the way so that she could have a taste of the power of American Iai.
But Kyle's intuition told him that the girl in front of him was not fast, but had only been slightly enhanced in strength, so he still blocked Old Jack's gun, and this time it was not because he wanted to be a hero, but because of his muscles. The memory gave him enough confidence that even if Old Jack shot at him, he could dodge in advance.
His intuition allowed him to predict the girl's movements, and he easily dodged the knife that stabbed straight at her. He grabbed her wrist with his left hand and twisted it hard, and punched the girl in the stomach with his right hand.
The girl who had turned into a madman let go of the knife after her wrist was twisted, and was knocked away several meters. After falling to the ground, Kyle quickly put the handcuffs on her.
"Fuck - *Civildis*."
Old Jack, who was staying behind, blinked and saw that the vicious maniac in front of him had been controlled. The newcomer also took a piece of cloth to press the wound on the man's neck.
"On 10-05, the suspect has been controlled and the incident has been resolved. An ambulance is needed at the scene. The injured person was stabbed in the neck and suffered severe blood loss."
Oh, he had also reported the information over the radio and even called an ambulance for the hopeless man.
"*Civildis*."
This kid is too powerful.
