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

Chapter 25 Car Window
"Look at his car window. If you still don't understand, I'm sorry."

After saying that, without waiting for Annie to say anything, Eric gave the order:
"Turn on the lights and sirens!"

As he spoke, he stepped on the accelerator, trying to stop the Honda CR-V that was driving slowly in front of him.

Annie had no say in this matter, so she quickly operated the control panel and turned on the police lights and sirens.

Baby baby baby!!!

Because of the sirens, the Honda CR-V in front soon seemed to know that the police car behind was coming for it, slowly moved to the side of the lane, and then slowly stopped.

Eric also slowed down, pulled to the side of the lane, and stopped two meters behind the Honda CR-V.

"It's important to keep enough space to react so you can react quickly if the suspect makes any suspicious movements."

Eric unbuckled his seat belt and said to Annie.

"Also, it's best not to turn off the engine. Keep it in a state where you can drive it right away. Understand?"

Annie nodded.

"Turn off the sirens and keep the lights running, rookie."

Eric said the last words as he got out of the car.

"Next, I will take you to make some contributions to the police station. This is the police station's favorite thing. If you do it more often, the chief will love you to death.

Of course, it should be done in moderation, otherwise if there are too many complaints, you will get the warnings above.”

Annie didn't quite understand what this sentence meant. She turned off the siren in a daze, got out of the car, and followed Eric obediently.

Eric took Annie and slowly approached the Honda CR-V, staring closely at the driver's back through the rear window, with his right hand on the Glock 17 holster, trying to draw his gun and shoot at the first opportunity.

Although the skill of Rapid Shooting lv5 (Expertise) can prove that he should be at the top level of T1 in the world in terms of rapid shooting, bullets are blind and deadly, so it is never too careful.

"Rookie, do you remember the previous summary and what I said? What should we do now?"

"Stay as alert as possible?" Annie looked at Eric and followed his example, placing her right hand on the edge of the holster.

"Whether you're stopping or doing something else, you should always park behind the target and keep a close eye on the driver, using the front and rear positions. If he makes a big move, you need to find cover immediately, which means passing behind the target's car."

Eric stared at the driver and said calmly, "Before we officially make contact, you must never take your eyes off the driver. No one knows what he will do."

Annie subconsciously looked at Eric, who had a calm face, and had a different feeling in her heart. This guy had a bad temper, but he was really teaching her and was a very responsible instructor.

"Yeah." She said softly.

"There's one last important thing," Eric continued.

"Before you make contact with the driver, sneak a touch of the car's taillights and its trunk. I'll tell you why later."

As he spoke, Eric had already taken the lead and walked to the rear of the Honda CR-V. Under Annie's gaze, he secretly touched the taillights and under the trunk of the Honda CR-V.

Then he brought her to the driver's side window.

The driver sitting in the Honda CR-V's driver's seat was a typical American middle-aged man, slightly overweight, with a well-defined figure and a little stubble on his chin. He wore a fitted shirt with his cuffs casually rolled up, revealing his strong wrists, and classic jeans.
Eric took in so much information at a glance. He first took out his police badge to identify himself. It was a piece of metal with the Los Angeles Police Department logo and a mark indicating his identity and position.

"Officer, am I speeding?" The driver looked at Eric and Annie behind him with a puzzled look.

"I don't look like I've done anything?" "Good morning, sir, you're not speeding." Eric said calmly, glancing inside the car to make sure the driver's hands were clear and everything was in his eyes.

“But do you know how deep your window tint goes?”

After hearing this, Annie finally understood why Eric reminded her to pay attention to the car window. She glanced at the car window above and found that it was indeed a bit deeper in terms of vision.

Related knowledge also comes to mind.

The driver was stunned: "Huh? Is there any problem with this, officer?" He really didn't seem to understand what was wrong with the car windows being too deep. It seemed that he had put the film on completely by himself.

Eric didn't answer, but looked at Annie behind him: "Understand?"

Annie nodded.

"You come!" Eric gestured, stepped aside, and stood a little behind the car window to make room for Annie.

Here it comes again. Annie stepped forward to take Eric's place and followed Eric's lead by taking out her police badge.

"Sir, this is the case. According to California law, the light transmittance of the glass on both sides of the front windows of a car must not be less than 70%.

Even if it is a film, the transmittance of the post-installed film must reach more than 88% to ensure that the overall transmittance after the film is applied is not less than 70%.

Otherwise it will be considered illegal.”

As she spoke, Annie took out a car window transmittance test card from an equipment bag on her belt, placed it on the car window, and continued.

"Your color is obviously darker than the test card, and it's already below 70%."

The driver smiled bitterly after hearing such a detailed notice and the obvious contrast between the card and the car window. He subconsciously glanced at the handsome police officer standing behind him who was staring at him, and felt uneasy in his heart.

This male police officer was so handsome that he looked like a celebrity, but the way he looked at him was like he was looking at prey, which was quite oppressive.

God knows what’s going on, the driver muttered to himself, and could only speak.

"I'm sorry, officer. I really didn't know. I'll pay more attention next time."

Annie nodded and took back the inspection card. "According to the relevant laws of our state, you need to pay a fine for this violation. Now please show me your driver's license and vehicle registration."

"Okay, officer, just one moment."

The driver was quite cooperative. He found the vehicle registration card in the middle storage compartment and handed it to Annie outside the window. Then he dug into his wallet and pulled out his driver's license.

In the United States, a driver's license is something that citizens often use to prove their identity, which is equivalent to an ID card.

Annie took the registration card and driver's license, spread them out in her hands, and picked up the walkie-talkie on her chest:
"10-Adam (two-man patrol unit)-11, calling dispatch."

Dispatch Center: "copy (I heard)"

"Please help me verify whether the citizen's driver's license matches the vehicle." Annie reported the information on the driver's license and registration card to the dispatch center.

Dispatch Center: "Received."

After a while, the dispatch center responded, confirming that the driver was not a wanted criminal in the system, and that there were no problems with his driver's license or vehicle registration.

"Got it!" Annie replied into the intercom, feeling relieved. This was a normal citizen.

She watched the waiting driver hand back his driver's license and registration card. Then, she pulled the ticket booklet from her belt and wrote down the reason for the fine and the amount according to her knowledge.
(End of this chapter)