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

Chapter 26: The Hardworking Old Mo (Please Read!!!!)

After writing, Annie looked at the amount of the fine she had written. This was her first time fining someone else, and she was indeed a little lacking in confidence.

But she remembered what she had learned in the police academy: there are limits to fines. As long as the amount you write down is within these limits and there are no complaints, then everything will be fine.

As Eric said, this is generating revenue for the police department and the chief will love you.

Thinking of this, Annie no longer hesitated and handed the ticket in her hand to the driver.

"Sir, this is your ticket. It lists your violation and the amount of the fine. All of this is done in accordance with the law. Please deal with the fine promptly."

"Okay." The driver took the ticket with a helpless look on his face. No one would be in a good mood if they had to pay a fine out of no reason.

Annie closed the fine book, nodded, and continued, "Also, I've recorded it here, and this is my police number. If you have any objections, you can go through the legal process."

The driver took one look and said, "Okay, so, officer, can I go now?"

Aini took a step back and said, "Yes, you can go!"

After hearing this, the driver did not linger, but just glanced at Eric, who had an expressionless face, and quickly drove away.

"Well done." Eric praised generously and watched the Honda CR-V leave.

Annie put away the fine book and said, "Sir, I was ranked first in the overall score at the police academy. I just haven't gotten used to it yet, so I didn't think about it for a while."

Eric didn't respond and turned back toward the police car.

Annie curled her lips and followed Eric silently into the car with him.

"So, you haven't told me why you touched the rear of the car and the trunk?" Annie asked Eric while pulling her seat belt.

Eric lit the engine and said calmly, "This is knowledge that every patrol officer needs to know for two reasons.

First, before body cameras were available, there were many people who fled the scene. This method can leave your fingerprints and information on the car to prevent the driver from fleeing and denying their violation.

Annie blinked. She really couldn't think of this, but it was indeed quite effective. As long as there was evidence left, no matter where you escaped to or how good your mouth was, the car would be evidence.

"Of course, the most important thing is not the issue of escaping. This is to prevent you from being shot by him so that we can find evidence."

Annie's pupils contracted.

Eric looked calm and continued:

"Secondly, check the trunk to see if there are any abnormalities, whether it is closed tightly, and whether there are any people or victims. Check whether the car is turned off. From the rear of the car, you can immediately observe the situation inside the car and have a clear idea of ​​the number of people in the car."

At this point, Eric looked at the pensive Annie and said, "If you still want to continue being a patrol officer, then you must remember these two points. These are the lessons learned through the blood of our predecessors. They are simple but very effective."

Annie took a deep breath and nodded, "Yeah."

Eric looked away, checked the police computer to confirm the time, and stepped on the accelerator to start the car.

"Okay, it's lunch time now. I'll take you to my usual lunch spot."

Annie instinctively grabbed the handle on the side of the car door with her right hand. She didn't want to be like a small boat in the waves, swaying up and down.

An Explorer patrol car slowly stopped on the side of a street.

"10-A-11, Code 7 meal break."

"Roger that!"

"..."

"Get out of the car." Eric put down the walkie-talkie and said, unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car directly, leaving Annie looking at the front window with a little hesitation on her face.

In her eyes, there was a stall on the street in front of her, and under a large parasol was a modified truck.

The car was painted with bright Mexican-style patterns and colorful patterns. The windows had been transformed into an open service counter, with a few simple but clean plastic tables and chairs placed inside and outside. If she guessed correctly, this was a place that sold sausage and hot dog buns.

"This heat"

Seeing that Eric had already walked to the stall, Annie muttered, unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car.

When she arrived at the stall, Eric had already started taking orders. Looking forward, she saw that the stall owner was a warm Mexican man wearing a wide-brimmed hat. He was laughing and chatting with Eric, and the two seemed very familiar with each other.

"Hey, Officer Eric, is this your new partner?" Uriel, who was grilling hot dogs, raised his eyebrows in surprise.

This is a very beautiful female patrolwoman. Even a thought popped up in his mind: How could such a beautiful woman become a patrolwoman?

Eric nodded and looked at Annie who was already standing beside him. "What do you want to eat? Order it yourself. If you don't like these, they also sell fruit salad."

After saying that, he ignored her.

In Eric's opinion, this girl should be an elite who eats fine food. She would not even eat street food with such high calories, even if it is just a salad.

After all, the slowly bulging bellies of many patrolmen are basically filled with these street foods.

As for why he eats, it is because his body is forged by attribute points and should not be deformed.

What’s more important is that he prefers this kind of Mexican food with rich taste, including vegetables, tomatoes, onions, sauces and meat, to other street foods.

"Give me one too." Annie was indeed a little hesitant, but she was decisive and planned to exercise more after get off work to burn off the calories.

"Uh, same as him."

Uriel said enthusiastically, "OK! It'll be over soon!"

Then, Annie saw a very vivid scene. Uriel's hands were flying, and hot dogs, bread, and various vegetables were all placed on the table.

"Officer Eric, still mayonnaise and onions?"

Eric responded with a shrug.

Uriel smiled and looked at Annie.

Annie looked at the abundant toppings and thought for a moment before saying, "Just some onions on top will do."

"OK!"

Uriel's hands and feet were very nimble. He finished the task in just a few words, facing Annie's confused eyes. Even the moving of his hands left afterimages.

"Officer Eric, here!"

Eric reached out to take it, handed over a five-dollar bill, glanced at Annie who was a little surprised, and knew why she was like that.

He had the same expression when he first came here.

It has to be said that, whether in the past life or the present life, the Mexicans in America are really hardworking. No matter whether they are men or women, they are all very successful. Most people can't compare to them.

After all, even washing dishes can create sparks.

"Beautiful officer, this is for you!" Uriel handed the packed box to Annie.

"Thank you."

After Annie came back to her senses, she took it with her left hand and freed her right hand to dig out the cash.

But unexpectedly, the stall owner in front of him said enthusiastically: "No, no, no! Beautiful officer, this is your first time here, but you have added a touch of beauty to this place. This meal is my treat."

(End of this chapter)