The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 193 Transforming Rhett
Jack sighed helplessly, rolled up the last piece of manuscript paper, and threw it into the trash can.

"I know you hate sports, but no one should hate this."

As he said that, he walked to the lawn in the middle of the outdoor track, and performed a set of Bajiquan cleanly, his movements were as fast as electricity, mighty and vigorous, and when he finally closed his moves, there was already a circle of spectators around students.

There is no such thing as laughing at kung fu and then being counter-killed and slapped in the face. If there is, it is impossible for Jack to fight back with martial arts routines. Fighting skills such as Sanda and Krav Maga are the choices for people with normal brains. .

But the martial arts routines are really cool. Reid was so excited that he clenched his fists on his chest and his eyes sparkled.

"Would you like to teach me kung fu?"

Jack secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thanking Bruce Lee, a guy like Rhett who has both 'NERD' and 'GEEK' attributes must be the one who was bullied in childhood, and those kung fu movies are probably the most used in these children's fantasies One of the materials.

"A year and a half ago, my weight was only 3 pounds heavier than yours. Every time I went out, I had to carry $5 in change, otherwise if I was spotted by a street kid, you know."

Jack stared at Rhett's eyes, and found that this guy squinted habitually from time to time, but he was still short-sighted who didn't like wearing glasses.

Destroy it, he can already foresee what kind of disaster this guy's shooting, fighting training, and even CQB training will be. Sure enough, the task arranged by Rossi is not that simple.

"You know what you're going to face when you join Rossi's group?"

Jack's sudden question made Rhett a little confused, and he nodded subconsciously.

"Do you think you can deal with an average-sized criminal on your own?"

Rhett shook his head quickly.

"Come with me, I've changed my mind."

Jack took Rhett to find Rossi again.

"What did you say? Cancel the special admission to Rhett?" Rossi looked at Jack and Rhett who was at a loss beside him in surprise.

"You worry about him being the 'weak link,' and I worry about him being the 'dead link.'"

"Originally, I just wanted to seduce him a little bit, use his yearning for kung fu, properly supervise and exercise, improve physical fitness, and then I can meet your requirements."

"But please look at this cute doll's face, this pair of eyes that are at least three or four hundred degrees myopic, won't you be a little bit worried when he needs to shoot at the hostage-taking suspect? You don't even suggest He has a simple myopia operation?"

"It made me realize that you didn't see him as an FBI agent who was going to confront criminals head-on, but just as a talented psychological profiler."

Listening to the long series of words in Jack's excited tone, Rossi fell into deep thought, while Reid argued weakly.

"But I was at BAU with Gideon for almost a year."

Immediately, he was stared at by a cold gaze, and he took half a step back in fright.

Jack looked away, sighing.

"You are a genius, Dr. Reid. I remember that your first doctorate was in mathematics. It is not difficult to find the casualty data of FBI criminal investigators, so please tell me, you would rather believe in luck than probability?"

Reid was speechless, and Rossi also sighed, "It was my negligence. His excellent resume made me ignore the most important short board."

"Please tell me, if there is a way to remedy it, what should we do, and how sure are you that Dr. Reed can successfully leave the academy as an ordinary FBI agent?"

Jack looked at Red again, "It depends on how much Dr. Red wants to be an FBI agent. I don't think it's a big deal for someone who can get three PhDs and two bachelor's degrees before the age of 21." What a difficult thing."

"Cancel the special admission, but make some small adjustments to the order of the tests. I will make a step-by-step plan based on my previous experience, but it all depends on Dr. Reid's willingness to cooperate."

Finally, the pressure came to Reid's side, feeling the eyes from the two, he showed a lack of confidence.

"I don't know, can I really do it? It's not my field at all."

"I can assure you, it's not as difficult as you think."

Jack reached out and grabbed his shoulders with a slight force, as if he wanted to cheer him up in this way.

"Of course, this requires you to actively force yourself to do the most annoying thing, exercise, persistent exercise, you will be very, very tired, which requires great perseverance."

Reid seemed to feel Jack's sincerity at this moment, and nodded vigorously.

"I'm willing to give it a shot, I don't want to disappoint Gideon who said I'd make a good FBI agent, but you really can...you don't know how bad my marksmanship is."

"You can, trust me." Jack let go and patted him on the shoulder.

"When your hands are completely under the command of your brain, hitting the target is just a simple ballistic calculation problem, Dr. Rhett. Of course, the premise is that you wear suitable contact lenses."

So at Jack's suggestion, Reid's shooting, fighting and physical fitness tests were franchised to the last week.

Then all his time, outside of normal training sessions, was handed over to Jack.

In the end, the college allocated a corner of the central kitchen to him and provided the corresponding ingredients according to his requirements.

So, on the fifth day when Reid came to the FBI Academy, every morning, other students who were doing physical exercise saw two guys doing aerobics at the corner of the runway.

"One two three four, two two three four, three two three four, four two three four."

Jack yelled the beat, and led Reid to do the eighth set of radio gymnastics, correcting his deformed movements from time to time.

Ignorant old beauties regard radio gymnastics as aerobics, but for Reid, who is as delicate as Lin Daiyu, being able to complete a set of radio gymnastics as standard as possible is enough to make him sweat like rain .

For the academy's obvious partiality, some students may have complained a little, thinking it was unfair, but these noises quickly disappeared.

Because in all subsequent trainings involving academic courses, Reid's amazing memory and reading speed of 2 words per minute made Jack, who has the ability to remember images, even if he is turned on, is beyond the reach.

Relying on his extensive knowledge reserve, the vast majority of academic course teachers believe that it is Dr. Reid who is on the podium and not himself.

This made Jack fully understand why Rossi specially admitted Reid. It would be a pity not to throw such an extremely wise brain into BAU, which mainly uses behavioral analysis and psychological profiling to solve cases.

Now that he's here and can help make up for the shortest shortcoming on the barrel, why not do it.

Anyway, if you want to be locked up in the academy for 5 months, why not find something interesting to do, such as making some small changes to the protagonist in an American drama that suits his wishes, which can eliminate many problems in advance.

　The deletion from [-] words to [-] words is almost in line with my own wishes. Sorry for being so late today, I didn’t expect to change it so many times.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)