The real life of an American police officer: Winning over others with virtue

Chapter 11 A man’s mouth is deceptive
"It seems like you're recovering well." Eric sat beside the bed and smiled at Weston who was eating an apple.

"I thought you were going to die this time."

Weston rolled his eyes at Eric, who seemed to be gloating. "Don't mention it! It really hurts!"

"So what's going on?" Eric laughed. "Even you're screwed."

Weston said, "I thought that damn guy was clear-headed, but I didn't expect that he was on drugs, so his mind was a little unclear."

Eric's eyes showed a look of "as expected". There are too many people with unclear minds in this country, perhaps because of the rampant powder and addictive painkillers that are available everywhere in the market.

This is the national condition of this country. There are too many mentally ill idiots, which leads to the greatest casualties among the patrol officers on the front line.

So generally speaking, once a conflict or dangerous situation occurs, the police here will empty the magazines if possible, and would rather kill the wrong person than let go of any dangerous factors.

Including Weston and him, of course there is also a very important point. The weapons equipped by the police station have all been modified, and their power is slightly smaller than the same type on the market.

"How about it?"

Eric smiled and said, "Are you planning to go to another department after this release, or are you going to continue being a patrol officer?"

According to Weston's police rank and his qualifications, he can actually apply for a transfer to a certain department.

But Weston looked at him like he was stupid: "Hey! Man, are you kidding me? There's no way I'm leaving. I love this job so much."

Eric shrugged. "I'm just saying."

Weston smiled and said, "West Canyon Police Station is my 'nest'! I've spent half of the past seventeen years there."

All the mess at home, as soon as I step into the police station, hey, all disappear automatically, goodbye! I love wandering the streets, being a nosy "superhero"!

Eric laughed too. "Yeah, a superhero? Kick those niggers in the ass?"

"Hahaha!"

Accompanied by a gasp of pain: "Damn it Eric! Don't make me laugh! My injury hasn't healed yet!"

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A charming voice sounded from the lounge deep inside a room.

"Eric, you're becoming more and more fascinating to me. I don't know what to do."

Eric's voice came: "If you don't know, you can give it to me!"

"What?" The woman's voice became more and more charming, and then came
“Oh shit! Oh! Oh my god! Fuck!!!!”

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Los Angeles Police Department's cooperative psychological counseling unit.

In a large office, Eric, feeling refreshed, pulled open the white curtain and looked back at the woman who was cleaning up the mess inside.

It's a super perfect car, the handling is simply invincible.

Maybe it’s because I haven’t been here recently and I haven’t received any psychological counseling, so this time the war was a bit intense.

"Tifa, did I pass the psychological counseling this time?" Eric said softly.

The woman in his eyes was about 1.78 meters tall, with long brown hair and a pair of translucent blue eyes. She was wearing a professional suit that showed off her tall figure.

She also wears glasses and has an intellectual beauty, but beneath the surface, she possesses a perfectly round figure, with curves in all the right places, enough to make some women jealous. Tifa Allison is a psychiatrist and a close collaborator with the Los Angeles Police Department, specializing in counseling police officers involved in shootings or struggling with psychological issues.

In addition to these, she also learned some knowledge of criminal psychology.

But after he came to receive psychological counseling again and again, the two of them started to burn fiercely like fire and dry wood.

According to Tifa, she was curious about why he could be so calm after killing a suspect, and eventually she began to fall for him.

Eric didn't believe this explanation at all. Women's mouths can lie!

All he knew was that many women would naturally have a great liking for a man who was handsome enough. If a handsome man launched an unyielding offensive, there was a high probability that women would fall for him.

Just like him, he accidentally took Tifa's virginity.
Thinking of this, Eric twitched the corners of his mouth. This made him feel quite restricted.

"I was wondering, what answer do you want?"

Tifa threw the tissue in her hand into the trash can and rolled her eyes at him. There was still some red on her face, which combined with her already beautiful queen face and the psychologist's uniform, made her extremely charming.

Eric subconsciously licked his dry lips, and felt a little restless in his heart, but he still knew the importance of the matter and knew how to restrain himself.

"Passed!" Eric replied with a smile, watching Tifa walk towards her desk.

In his eyes, there was a vase on the desk. What he found interesting was that there were several bouquets of roses in the vase. The varieties were different, but without exception, they all showed that kind of thoughts.

Tifa took out a document from the drawer, picked up the pen on the table, and signed her name.

"Here is your report. My assessment is that you are mentally healthy and able to handle the stress of the shooting and continue to perform your duties."

But as she spoke, she saw Eric pull out all the roses, crumple them into a ball and throw them into the trash can.

"It seems like there are still a lot of people pursuing you? How about we just make it public?"

Tifa raised the corner of her mouth slightly: "You know the risks, Eric."

There is a common tacit rule in this industry, which is about ethics, that is, consultants are not allowed to have relationships with their clients, otherwise their reputation will be ruined.

Eric naturally knew what Tifa meant: "Okay."

"I like my current job very much, but maybe one day I will get tired of it." Tifa said soothingly and handed the documents in her hand to Eric.

"You don't understand what I mean by placing it this way?"

"He just placed a very awkward vase on his desk, filled with different bouquets of flowers, for everyone to see, deliberately showing that he wasn't interested in that sort of thing for the time being?"

Eric took the document and smiled, then walked over to Tifa in a domineering manner and put his hands on her cheeks.

"Huh?" Tifa blinked, a little confused, not knowing what Eric wanted to do.

"We will all have a bright future! Thank you for giving me an unforgettable memory today."

As he said that, Eric gently kissed Tifa's fair and smooth forehead, then left Tifa, leaving her in a daze, and turned away, waving his hand.

"Work hard, I'm leaving now. I'll come over when I have time."

After Tifa came back to her senses, she looked at the figure that had already walked out and the door that was slowly closing, and shook her head.

"A bright future? Unforgettable memories? Men's mouths are lies."

But the corners of her mouth turned up slightly...

(End of this chapter)