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

Chapter 31 Gentle Eric
Eric shook his head inwardly and picked up the intercom: "10-Adam-11 calling the dispatch center, Code 4 (scene safe, no unit intervention required),
Codename 187 Homicide (homicide or homicide), there is a homicide here! "

Dispatch Center: "Received! Reporting!"

After hearing the response from the intercom, Eric took a few more glances inside the house and turned to leave.

"This is free America. Even an 81-year-old man cannot be underestimated."

Eric looked at the old man kneeling obediently on the lawn, and an ambiguous expression appeared on his face.

But he was used to it.

"finish watching?"

When he came out, the old man's expression was still calm as ever. At the age of 81, he could still hear the noise behind him. He turned around and looked at him.

"You'll have to help me up later. I'm old. I only knelt for a moment, and now my feet feel numb."

"Ok! I'll help you up! Just don't move."

Eric carefully pulled the old man up. He was eighty-one years old. He didn't dare to imagine whether his movements would still be so light and his shooting posture would still be so stable when he was eighty-one years old.

But with the system, his future might be different.

"I tell you, I'm not a very cruel person, they are."

The old man seemed to be able to sense Eric's careful and gentle movements, and turned around and smiled at him kindly.

"They've been messing with me for a long time."

Eric looked at the blood on his face and for a moment couldn't tell whether the old man was a murderer or a kind old man.

Anyway, he still didn't answer, but continued to search him, fished out a wallet from his pocket, and pulled out the documents inside.

"Clint Foster?"

"It's my name."

Clint said, looking at Eric seriously: "Kid, you are a gentle person, I can see that, so I won't do anything, don't worry.

What happened has happened, it's over, and I won't do anything crazy again."

Hearing the old man's kind and quite organized tone, Eric was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to feel in his heart, and looked at the old man.

"Why would you do that, no! What did they do?"

Clint said, "Kid, are you willing to listen?"

Eric closed his wallet and nodded. “Of course, although I’m not a detective, just an ordinary police officer, but if you want to tell me.”

"This couple is not from this community. They moved here a year and a half ago, but they don't work at all and have been engaging in some illegal business."

Clint looked at Eric who was listening quietly and smiled. "You're a policeman, you should know about that deal."

Eric remained silent. He certainly knew that in this country, illegal transactions could involve anything except those weird flour and drugs.

Only these two things are the easiest to sell.

It seems that the couple in this house deserved it.

"Although I served twice, went to the battlefield twice, and retired at the age of 66, I was already too old to deal with these two young people, so I didn't care about them.
But my home is closer to theirs, and they keep trying to cause me trouble, you know, just for fun.

Sometimes I would just be drinking in the yard and they would throw shit at my house, yell at me, and even throw beer bottles and break my windows in the middle of the night."

Clint said: "This situation has been going on for a year and a half. They haven't done anything worthwhile, but they keep harassing and bullying me, so I made a break today.
Oh, and today is my birthday, kid, can you wish me a happy birthday? "

Eric's mouth twitched. He had noticed such a damn sense of relaxation in an 81-year-old man. No wonder he seemed prepared. It turned out to be his birthday. Oh! This was truly a sense of ceremony.

"Sorry, I don't think I can."

Clint laughed. "I know, I'm just saying that. You're a cop, after all."

"Well, what I'm wondering is, since you've been harassed for a long time, why don't you call the police?" Eric said, but the moment he said it, he felt like he was talking nonsense.

Sure enough, Clint said calmly, "If the police were useful, then I wouldn't be like this." Then the old man looked at the silent Eric and smiled, "Of course, if it was you who came, it would be useful."

Eric was at a loss for words.

Clint said, "Don't you think so, kid? Just from the speed at which you got here, I can tell something. I've been on a real battlefield."

Eric nodded seriously, and Clint put on his American expression, looking very kind.

Just when the two seemed to be surrounded by a strange atmosphere, a fierce sirens suddenly sounded outside, coming from far away and getting closer.

The two men subconsciously looked over the courtyard wall and soon saw the red and blue lights and the sneaky figures.

Eric said, "Let's go, this is over."

Clint nodded, his face calm.

Eric grabbed Clint's arm and used some strength to support him as he walked across the lawn.

The figure who had just arrived at the corner of the courtyard wall seemed to see that Eric had taken control of the situation and also came out.

They were two old colleagues from unit 10-Adam-8, William and Michael, with Annie popping up beside them, and they were holding guns in their hands.

At the same time, two patrol cars drove over hurriedly and stopped on the street in front of them. The sirens blared in the quiet neighborhood and the red and blue lights flashed.

"Eric, is it over?" William, whose police rank was one level higher than Eric, put away his gun and looked at Eric and Clint with surprise in his eyes.

Eric nodded: "Yeah."

"What? This is the suspect?" William was confused. Not only him, but also his partner Michael and rookie Annie were staring at Clint in a daze.

Such a kind-looking old man actually broke into someone else's house with a gun and shot people.

"if not."

Eric walked past them with a calm-looking Clint, heading towards the police car parked on the street.

"Kid, what's going to happen to me?" Clint looked at the police car approaching.

"You will be escorted to the detention room first, awaiting interrogation and questioning by the detective." Eric said, opening the back door of the police car.

"When the time comes, you will receive the judgment you deserve."

"Yeah!" Clint was not surprised at all, but he resisted Eric's push and said under the gaze of the confused police officer next to him.

"I don't want to ride in this car. I want to ride in the car you drive. I'm 81 years old. If you make me unhappy, believe it or not, I'll be very uncomfortable and then complain to you!"

Eric's eye twitched. This old guy seemed to be quite knowledgeable about the law and was very difficult to deal with. At the same time, he couldn't force an 81-year-old man.

"Why should you ride in my car? It's all the same!"

Clint said, "Because I like you, little guy! I have a good impression of you!"

Eric was a little numb. If it was another young man or something, he would have pushed in violently.

But seeing Clint, who refused to back down and said he had a good impression of him for no reason, he could only look at his colleague standing at the car door next to him.

"So I drive your car to take him back first, and you drive my car back later?"

The police officer next to him shrugged: "OK! No problem!"

He listened to the whole process. He did not retreat from the 81-year-old man, but he also did not want to cause trouble.

It is basically impossible for such an elderly person to go to jail. There is a high probability that he will be given a suspended sentence and released on bail to go home.

So Eric turned around and looked at the rookie Annie who didn't know what to do.

"Rookie! Stop standing there! We should go back!"

(End of this chapter)