You're a US police officer, what are you thinking about going back to the East for?

"Mia Torres, you go with Leon Vance."

Danfoss frowned and flipped through the folder in his hand.

Upon hearing her own name called, Mia instinctively raised her head.

From the very beginning, Lyon's eyes were fixed on the newcomer he was about to take away.

At first glance, this girl is quite good-looking.

Her face was fair and clean, without heavy makeup, and her features were delicate. Her hair was tied up, giving her an extremely natural and approachable beauty.

If she took off her police uniform and changed into some casual clothes, she would look more like the type who would sit quietly reading a book in a university library.

However, the moment their eyes met, Leon froze.

Because the woman's eyes were empty, showing neither arrogance nor fear.

At this moment, Mia seemed to be in a state of idling, as if her soul had left her body.

His handsome face had a vacant look in his eyes and a slight downward turn at the corners of his mouth, giving off the air of a seasoned veteran.

It's that kind of world-weary feeling, like, "I'm really just here to earn a salary and get medical insurance. Life has completely ruined me, so please don't cause me any trouble."

That look is quite common on Bob's face, but it shouldn't appear on the face of a rookie who just graduated from police academy.

Mia clearly hadn't expected that Leon would happen to run into her.

Then, she stretched out her right hand and vigorously wiped her face.

Lyon watched as the girl, as if by magic, instantly put away her dead fish eyes and revealed a vibrant smile, even adding a touch of awkwardness and admiration to her words.

"Officer Vance! I'm Mia Torres, it's a great honor to learn from you! Please take good care of me!"

Leon: "..."

I rely on.

His acting skills and the speed at which he switched between scenes almost convinced him.

"Vans?"

Seeing that Leon didn't speak, Danfoss frowned and urged him on.

"Ah... I got it, sir."

"...Alright! Now that the assignments are done, get out of here!"

Danfoss slammed the folder shut with a bang, startling several elderly police officers who were huddled in the back row, lost in thought.

The break room was suddenly filled with the clattering of tables and chairs being moved. The veterans got up one after another, some leading the newcomers, others pulling their partners to their posts.

Bob didn't rush to leave. Instead, he glanced sideways at Mia, who was standing ramrod straight, and whispered mockingly at Leon:

"Hey, Leon, looks like your vacation is really over."

"These newbies who exude idiocy are the hardest to deal with. They usually keep asking all sorts of questions, and won't even let you take a nap. Have a 'pleasant' day."

Well, this guy has been completely fooled.

If Mia ended up in his hands, he would probably really think he had acquired a passionate newcomer.

Even if you get scammed, you still have to help the scammer count the money.

"Go eat your donuts, Bob."

Lyon gave a casual reply, then turned his gaze to Danfoss, who was preparing to return to his office, and waved to him.

"Mia, go to the garage and wait for me. Check the MDT (onboard computer) and the first aid kit."

"Roger that, sir! Mission accomplished!"

Once everyone else left and the door closed, only Leon and Danfoss, who was frowning and smoking a cigar, remained in the lounge.

Leon walked to the table, placed his hands on the surface, and looked at his boss with a speechless expression:

"Sir, what are you up to?"

"I wanted a mediocre, obedient, ordinary partner, why did you give me a seasoned veteran?"

"Did you see that face-changing trick just now? That's clearly a seasoned old dog who's been bullied in the workplace for ten years."

Danfoss took a deep drag on his cigar, slowly exhaling the smoke onto Leon's face, his expression even more desperate than Leon's:

"What else do you want? Vance, have you lost your memory?"

He reached for the notebook beside him and read it off impatiently, line by line:

"The grades are mediocre, just above average."

"Mia's grades at the police academy were just barely passing, not a point higher, and she didn't have any honors or titles. Isn't that mediocre enough?"

"Listen to me, don't be too righteous."

"She previously worked in claims review at an insurance company for two years, where she was supposedly responsible for refusing to pay out to those unfortunate bankrupt individuals. She did that for a full two years."

"Do you know what kind of place that is? It's the most inhumane place in all of America. With the heart of someone like that, what kind of unfounded sense of justice do you think she could possibly have?"

"It won't interfere with my work; I can just be a background character."

"Ah, this is even more to my liking! Isn't this exactly the kind of person you've been looking for?"

Danfoss slammed the notebook on the table and scratched his balding scalp.

"The Seattle Police Department's hiring standards have plummeted to the Mariana Trench. Do you think I had a choice?"

"Harold is a delusional man, and Wood is a coward. If you take them with you, Harold will try to steal your gun, and Wood will cling to your legs and cry."

"So, all I can do is give you Torres, the most unprofessional guy in the entire precinct, the only one among the new recruits who's mentally sound, or rather, already in retirement mode. What more could you want?"

As Leon listened to Danfoss's rant, he recalled Mia's lifeless, world-weary look from earlier and suddenly realized that this whole thing was actually quite interesting.

"Alright, sir, now that you mention it, I feel like she was made just for me."

Leon chuckled and straightened his uniform. "I'd like to see how long this old fox in rookie's skin can keep up this act."

"Just don't kill her," Danvers waved his hand.

"Get lost, Vance. If she's not dead by the end of this shift, remember to write an evaluation report for her. This needs to be recorded every day."

"no problem."

……

As Lyon entered the garage, he saw from afar that his Ford Crown Victoria patrol car had its trunk wide open.

Mia was lying on the edge of the trunk, her pert buttocks sticking out as she rummaged around inside.

Because the uniform pants were quite stiff, this pose accentuated her figure in a very alluring way.

Lyon raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself that although Danfoss was complaining, his taste was actually quite good.

However, this thought was fleeting; he was now more interested in how long Mia could maintain this enthusiastic newcomer persona.

It wasn't until Leon walked behind Mia that Mia, looking "drenched in sweat," pulled a first-aid kit from behind a pile of messy tools.

"Officer Vance! I'm checking the tourniquets and dressings in the first-aid kit!"

She turned around, wiped non-existent sweat from her forehead, and reported earnestly.

Leon put his hands on his hips, his eyes sweeping critically over the first-aid kit, then gave a cold snort.

"Three minutes, Torres."

"From the time you entered the garage to the time you found this first-aid kit, a full three minutes passed. Didn't your instructors teach you at the police academy that time is life?"

Mia's expression froze for a moment, then she quickly adopted a humble and receptive look, bowing her head as she replied:

"Sorry, sir! I was just checking the integrity of the sealing strip, so it took me a little longer."

Don't give me excuses.

Lyon stepped forward, appearing increasingly critical.

"Look at this trunk. Why isn't the crowbar in the most convenient place? Did you check the safety pin on the fire extinguisher? If we were to deal with a car fire right now, are you planning to blow it out with your mouth?"

In fact, Lyon knew very well that these things were originally just a messy pile of things.

American patrol officers' trunks are never tidy; they just throw things around haphazardly.

This is purely a provocation, a way to intimidate new recruits. It's a mandatory course for every instructor (FTO) and is used to test the psychological resilience of newcomers.

"And your uniform."

Leon reached out and fiddled with the police badge on her chest, deliberately pressing hard on the metal plate.

"The buttons are fastened too rigidly. This will restrict your shoulder flexibility when drawing your gun. You're here to patrol the streets of Seattle, not to be part of the honor guard at the White House."

"With such slow movements and such a rigid mindset, do you think you can survive the first week?"

Mia pursed her lips, lowered her head slightly, and avoided looking directly at Leon, looking like a well-behaved student who was about to cry after being scolded by her teacher.