Marvel's Outlaws

On the weekend of the first week, the trainees packed some things and couldn't wait to leave the police academy. This was their first weekend off. A week of training made them extremely tired, but Joey didn't really want to take a vacation. After finally training them to get up early for a week, they didn't know what they would be like when they returned home. Anyway, he felt a little tired on Monday. .

He shook his head and looked at his dusty pickup truck. He didn't even bother to wipe the car. He just got in and used the wiper to scrape the dust on the windshield. Then he started the car and left directly to find a place to clean the car. , before calling Matt Murdock and Fergie Nelson.

It's a weekend party for three single dogs. Joey can't go home now, so he can only hang out with the two of them and talk to each other about the week.

The three of them took Joey's pickup truck and went directly to a restaurant to have dinner. "Joey, how was it at the police academy?" Fergie Nelson asked.

Joey put the cut steak into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and then said, "It's terrible. The instructor kept praising me on the first day, so I became the class president, and then faced a group of people who had just walked out of high school or college. The children took on the role of nannies.”

"It's not surprising to me that you are the class president. You were a popular figure in college, and you are very popular. Why can't you get those students?" Virginia Nelson asked curiously.

"In the past, I was waving dollars, and a bunch of guys followed me to eat, drink, and have fun. I was just here to pick up girls. Can it be the same now?" Joey curled his lips. "I think the police academy is also a workplace, and there is competition in it. At the same time, I have no obligation to help them. They are all people with driver's licenses. Should I tell them what is right and what is wrong?"

"Oh, that's right." Fergie Nelson nodded and agreed.

However, Matt Murdock had some different opinions, "Joy, the police are a disciplined team after all. The profession requires higher teamwork than other industries. This is a good thing for you."

"I've thought about it too, but you don't know how irritating those guys are. They try to find trouble with you every day, which makes people's teeth hurt." Joey fiercely put a piece of steak into his mouth and chewed it with big mouthfuls. When he stood up, this piece of steak seemed to be his classmates.

"What about your instructor?" Fergie Nelson asked again.

"In addition to teaching, the instructor threw all the usual things to me." Joey felt helpless.

"He is training you." Matt Murdock was blind and clear.

"I know, but I don't understand what kind of sergeant he is training me to be. Unfortunately, he is too far away from me." It's not that Joey has never thought about it, but it takes a long time to become a sergeant. Promotion in the police force is not just for you. It's enough to solve two cases. First of all, entering the police force will start as a patrol officer, not to mention that the formal internship period will take one year.

"I don't think it's right. It won't take long for you to get promoted." Fergie Nelson seemed to have thought of something. "How can a rich second-generation police officer like you be like ordinary people?"

"Yeah" Joey was stunned, "You mean, my dad will intervene?"

"Maybe not"

Joey put down his knife and fork, then crossed his arms and touched his smooth chin with his right hand, thinking continuously. Roll Franklin's character analysis was formed in his mind. This was the memory of the original owner. This father can be said to be a typical family man. His mother died of illness many years ago and he still has not remarried. Although there are also women outside, he will not make it for himself. A younger sibling or something.

But now that he became a policeman, his opposition was obvious and he kicked himself out. However, unlike what he expected, he handled it too calmly. It's very simple. Just kick him out of the house and restrict the economy. When I first left home, I thought that my father did this just to force me to go back. But if I think about it carefully, does my father only have such a few means?

No, if he really doesn't want to be a policeman, then he can just say hello to the municipal personnel department. In the United States, a capital society, this kind of thing should not be too simple.

However, now he has not encountered any obstruction, which is a bit incredible. Does he agree with becoming a policeman? No, he does not agree, but he is willing to see