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

Chapter 13: Rookie's Day of Suffering

The important point is that patrol officers do not need to use the bulletproof vests issued by the police station, and can also purchase and upgrade them on their own.

So he did not use the bulletproof vest issued by the police station, but bought a bulletproof vest with reinforced plates that would not affect his movements.

There is no other way. There are too many mentally ill people on the street. He can only do this for safety.

Not only him, many patrol officers choose to upgrade their bulletproof vests and guns at their own expense.

The main reason why he did not upgrade his gun was that the Glock 17 was quite easy to use, lightweight, and could hold seventeen rounds of bullets. It had a special trigger safety design, so the shooter did not need to open the special safety before shooting, allowing for quick drawing and shooting in an emergency.

In short, just draw your gun and shoot!

After putting on the bulletproof vest, Eric took out the police uniform he had just retrieved and put it on.

He approves of the uniform police uniforms of the Los Angeles Police Department.

The overall design is dark blue, with a classic lapel design and a gold LAPD badge embroidered on the collar.

It looked pretty good, and Eric was quite satisfied.

Because he did look quite handsome in it, as evidenced by the looks from the female police officers in the reception area and the civilian staff of the police station.

Before he could get dressed, two unfamiliar young men walked in.

Eric looked over subconsciously and saw a pairing of a black man and a white man.

The faces of black people are all the same, and the same is true for white people. Simply put, none of them are handsome, and they look average.

When the two men came in and saw him, they looked a little confused and a little surprised, as if they were surprised that there was such a young patrolman, or why he came so early.

"Are there any newcomers here today?" Eric said calmly while buttoning his shirt and looking at them.

"Yes, yes!" Compared to the black man who seemed even more silent.

The white guy seemed like the talkative type.

"Brother, you're here so early. Are you a newcomer too? His name is Farrell, mine is Jonah, and what about you? Why didn't I see you at the police academy? Aren't you in the same class as us?"

Eric silently took out his second-level police officer badge. When he took it out, he could see the two men's eyes change instantly.

But Eric didn't care about what the white guy said, nor did he bother to bully the newcomer. He just pointed in the direction behind.

"The newlyweds' wardrobes are usually at the back. If you don't know which wardrobe yours is, you can find it by the label on it. Your names will usually be on it."

Farrell, who is black, and Jonah, who is white, looked at each other with a bit of embarrassment on their faces.

Jonah smiled apologetically and said, "Sorry, sir, we just..."

But before he could finish, Eric interrupted him and said.

"Go ahead, it'll be time soon."

"Yes, sir!"

After saying this, Jonah could only nod with Farrell and walk towards the back.

Seeing the two men disappear here, Eric shook his head in his heart and continued to take out the duty belt from the closet and wrapped it around his waist.

It was because he came a little early in order to get his things and submit reports and get his signatures.

As he put on his duty belt, a voice that sounded a bit teasing and a little excited rang in his ears.

"Rookie Day is awesome! I love these new rookies so much! They're the darlings of our police department! I told you, I made a vow yesterday that I would definitely pamper these darlings of the police department!"

Along with this voice, Eric, whose five senses were very sensitive, heard the sound of footsteps one after another.

"The veterans are back at work." He complained in his mind, "Rookie Day? Or rather, Rookie Suffering Day."

"Oh, can I ask you, Will, how do you feel today?"

"It's like Christmas meets The Purge."

"." The sound of conversation kept reaching his ears. Eric just silently took out the holster from inside and buckled it on his duty belt. Then he took out the Glock 17 gun from inside and stuffed it in.

At the same time, the magazine pouch, telescopic baton, handcuffs, tactical flashlight, walkie-talkie, first aid kit/pepper spray, and spare equipment bag were all buckled onto the duty belt.

This duty belt is made of high-strength nylon and has a standardized mounting point MOLLE system, which can flexibly install a variety of police equipment bags.

All in all, it's okay. It has dispersed force points to reduce the pressure on the waist, and the weight is suitable, so it doesn't affect the movements.

"Eric? You're here so early! Wait, are you done with your vacation?"

After he finished dunking, he heard a sound from the right. Eric looked towards the source of the sound and saw a group of people standing on the outside looking at him.

The man in the lead was quite sturdy, with arms as thick as a thin person's thighs. This guy was Will, and the voice just now was also his.

"Yeah." Eric said calmly.

"Okay, I forgot." Will laughed and pointed to the rookie area.

"Eric?"

With this action and his expression, Eric knew what Will meant, so he shook his head and refused.

"I have something else to do."

He actually doesn't need to show off his power, nor does he bother to show off his ability and authority to newcomers, because it is useless. People with strength will always be respected wherever they go.

Of course, it’s not that these old guys are not capable, but their tempers are too bad. Maybe this is the tradition of the police station, but he is so lazy.

"OK!"

Will and his group of patrolmen didn't care much and left the spot and headed towards the rookie area.

Seeing the excitement of his patrol colleagues, Eric shook his head inwardly, tidied up his things, and closed his closet door.

"Poor rookies, I'm praying for you."

Then prepare to leave and go outside to chat with the civilian staff or female police officers, talk nonsense, brag, and touch the fish.

This is much more comfortable than playing with the newcomer.

Before he could walk out, he heard a sound coming from the rookie area.

"Look, this is our West Canyon Police Department's number one and number two babe!"

It was Will's voice.

"Good morning, recruit."

"Good morning, sir." Based on the previous encounter, Eric could tell that the voice came from the white guy named Jonah.

But the next second, Will's pretended serious voice sounded.

"Did you speak, new recruit? You know there will be an assignment today. You'd better pray to God that I won't be your instructor, otherwise you will regret coming into this world!"

Hearing this, Eric laughed speechlessly, put his hands on his duty belt, and walked out of the locker room to greet some colleagues who were coming to work one after another.

…………

Patrol briefing room.

There was a noisy sound. Eric had just finished slacking off and came back from the bathroom. As he was walking in the corridor, he heard Will's voice again.

"Newbies, your seats are in the front! Don't even think about it! Wait until we withdraw or you climb up and become successful, then consider whether to sit in the back!"

"This guy..." Eric felt funny but didn't feel too upset.

It happens in every workplace that senior employees show off their authority or show off their authority to new employees. Yes, the Los Angeles Police Department is also a relatively alternative workplace.

(End of this chapter)