Los Angeles Detective

  Chapter 68 Survivor

   Ino Community.

  Luke made an appointment with Fatty today to teach him how to fight.

  Wrong, it is exercise.

  It is not uncommon for students to fight. Almost every school has them, but it is rare to hear of sports students being beaten.

  Why?

  He is strong himself, and there are a group of friends who are also strong. It is good if they don't beat others.

   As soon as Harley stopped in the yard, the little fat man heard the movement and ran out.

   "Luke, you're late."

  Luke took off his helmet, "Something happened today, the bureau is a little busy."

  Luke glanced at his watch, "Let's get started, I have to leave at eight o'clock."

  The little fat man was a little disappointed, "I thought you would live at home today."

   "I want to live at home too, but... I still have tasks."

   "Comeon, I'm not a kid anymore. Don't fool me with this excuse."

  The little fat man came over and asked in a low voice with curiosity, "Are you with that female lawyer? I won't tell my mother."

   Luke asked back, "Where's your little girlfriend, Maggie? When are you going to tell mom?"

   "Uh oh..." The little fat man seemed to be strangled, and looked towards the door with some guilt, "You won. Let's start, I can't wait."

   "good, what do you want to learn?"

   "I don't know either, what can you teach me?"

   "Boxing, grappling, Sanda, wrestling, you can choose one."

   "Wow, you know so many fighting skills, why didn't I know."

  Luke is a man of two generations. Boxing is learned in this life, grappling, Sanda, and wrestling are practiced in his previous life. "You don't know a lot, don't waste time."

  The little fat man thought about it carefully, "I want to learn boxing."

   "why?"

   "Andrew that **** just punched me and I want to fight back."

   "OK, I have a pair of gloves and protective gear in my room, you can just use them."

   Soon, Luke brought a pair of black gloves and protective gear for the little fat man to wear.

  Seeing that Luke was still putting on the hood, the little fat man was a little worried, "Will you hit me?"

  If you want to learn to fight, you have to start with being beaten. "

   "You won't come for real, will you?" The little fat man's expression changed immediately.

   "Either be beaten by me or by Andrew, which one do you choose?"

   The little fat man didn't struggle for too long, "OK, take it easy."

  Looking at him like this, Luke really wanted to beat him up.

   "Look at me." Luke put on a boxing attacking posture, "Practicing boxing requires learning to predict, move flexibly, block, keep an appropriate attack distance from your opponent, and learn to defend and counterattack.

  As long as you learn to predict, move, and block, it's okay for others to punch you a few times. If you can't learn to block, you may be hit with a punch. Even KO."

   "I'm starting to attack." After speaking, Luke punched the little fat man on the cheek.

  The little fat man quickly put his arms in front of him.

  Luke's fist passed between his two arms, and stopped a centimeter away from his cheek, "Jack, your arms are raised too high and too far apart, this is an invalid block.

  Luke is very serious in teaching, and the little fat man is also very serious in learning.

  After teaching for half an hour, Luke felt that the little fat man was not suitable for boxing.

  He learns blocking skills quite quickly, and his prediction is okay, but he is too fat, his body is not flexible enough, and his physical strength is weak, so he will suffer a lot in fighting.

   "Jack, you can't do this. The most important thing in boxing is the pace. You have to learn to move flexibly."

  The little fat man was already out of breath, and wiped the sweat off his face with his arm, "Can I take a break?"

  Luke sighed softly, "I think you should exercise your physical strength first. If your physical strength can't keep up, you will get tired after punching a few times, and you will only be beaten."

  The little fat man sat down on the lawn, "How long will it take me to beat Andrew."

   "Looking at Andrew's posture that day, he should have learned boxing. Although he is not proficient, he is definitely better than you. You haven't started yet, so it's too early to ask this question."

   "Then what if he hits me again?"

  Luke thought for a while and said, "Andrew is a boxer himself, and it is not easy for you to beat him in the way he is good at.

  Actually, I suggest you learn from others, maybe there is a more suitable one. "

   "Practice what?"

   "Wrestling."

   "Why did you ask me to practice wrestling?"

   "You are fatter, practicing wrestling can just give full play to your physical advantages."

   "You really think I'm more suitable for wrestling?"

   "Andrew probably never learned wrestling. No matter how well you learn, you are better than him in this area. At least you won't be beaten blindly."

  The little fat man thought about it, and felt that what his brother said made sense. Andrew had learned boxing, so he was already better than himself.

  If I practice boxing, I not only have to learn it, but I also have to be more proficient than him in order to win.

   To be honest, he wasn't sure.

  He didn't have the patience to wait any longer, maybe by the time he learned and mastered it, his girlfriend would have been snatched away.

   Wrestling, he can't, and neither can Andrew.

  If he learns, he will be better than Andrew and have the possibility of winning.

   "I want to learn to wrestle!" The little fat man rekindled his fighting spirit.

   "Then let me tell you the essentials of wrestling, the main points.

  Grip, to hold the opponent firmly, it can be any part or clothing.

  The strength of the waist and hips is to throw or throw the opponent out.

  Leg strength, in addition to standing firmly, you must also learn the tricks of hooking, hanging, sweeping, and mixing.

   Endurance, this needs more practice.

  …

   Explained the basics, and Luke began to teach his brother how to wrestle.

   Among them, there are also some techniques of grappling and fighting.

  His fighting skills are more complicated, and his teaching is also more complicated.

  The purpose of teaching my younger brother is not to make him more powerful, but to make him better than ordinary people.

  The learning method is also tailor-made for the little fat man, and it is very simple to sum up.

  Using wrestling and grappling techniques to knock the opponent to the ground, and then use the weight advantage to subdue or hit the opponent.

  …

  The next morning.

   Police Detective Agency.

  Deputy Director Reid walked into the office and slapped his hands, "Everyone, put down the work at hand, I have something to announce.

  The severely corroded Ford car was tested, repaired, and compared, and it was exactly the same as the vehicle in the "Tellson Manor Disappearance Case". The bureau decided to restart the investigation of this case.

  The deputy team asked, "What about the DNA comparison results of the two bones in the car?"

  Rett explained, "According to forensic identification, the two bones should have been dead for nearly twenty years. It is difficult to extract DNA samples from old bones, and they need more time.

  But the engine number of the Ford car is unique, which cannot be faked.

  This is a major discovery and new evidence, and I think it is time to reopen the case.

   In addition, I also participated in the investigation of this case 20 years ago..."

   Deputy said, "I agree.

  The time of death of the skeleton is also similar to the time when the victim of the disappearance at Tellson Manor was killed. I think it is better to start the investigation now instead of waiting.

  I don't want to miss the best time to investigate like I did twenty years ago. "

  Rett took a document and put it on the projector, "This is the dossier of the 'Disappearance Case at Tellson Manor' 20 years ago. There were three victims in total. The date of disappearance was August 6, 2002.

  The hostess of the manor, Anna Miller, was born on February 4, 1970.

  Son Shuart Miller, date of birth, March 7, 1992.

  The youngest daughter, Lily Miller, was born on June 9, 2000.

  …”

  Luke carefully checked the information on the projector. Judging from the age of the victim, the two bones in the car were probably the hostess of the manor, Anna Miller, and her son Shuart Miller.

   In other words, the youngest daughter, Lily Miller, may still be alive.

  (end of this chapter)