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

Chapter 32 Underground Shooting Range
In this world, in most areas with basic morality, children and the elderly are relatively awesome.

Eric was completely helpless in the face of the age of eighty-one. Even though he was just a stranger in this parallel world, his moral values ​​from his previous life still made him agree to Clint's request.

However, the 81-year-old's body had indeed reached its limit. Eric, rookie Annie, and their colleagues took great pains to get Clint into the police car.

"Sorry, my body is starting to disobey me."

Clint looked at Eric standing by the car door and laughed, "My God, it looks like a nearly scrapped car."

Eric didn't respond and seemed very cold. He just nodded and closed the car door, blocking out the old man's gentle gaze, and looked at the rookie Annie.

"You drive and get familiar with the feeling of driving in advance."

Annie nodded obediently.

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West Canyon Police Department Patrol Division.

The corridor outside the lounge.

Leaving everything to Annie, Eric, who was slacking off, stopped in front of the water dispenser, took out a disposable cup and placed it underneath, looking thoughtful.

To be honest, in his personal opinion, he undoubtedly approved of Clint's approach.

"What a pity, if it were me, I would only..."

Eric picked up the disposable cup and took a sip of water to moisten his throat.

"But his situation is quite special. He is probably well prepared."

Based on his current knowledge and understanding of California law, Clint will most likely be charged with first-degree murder and other crimes. However, given his age and condition, he should not be detained in prison and can be released on bail.
Thinking of this, although Eric was curious about Clint's identity, as Clint was taken back to the police station, all this had nothing to do with him.

Although he is curious, he will not get involved in anything that has nothing to do with him. He is just an ordinary low-level patrolman.

Eric drank the water in the cup in one gulp, then threw it into the trash can next to him and walked into the empty lounge next to him.

The lounge was very small, with a shelf filled with file baskets on the wall and a simple table and chairs in the center for patrol officers who were returning but about to get off work to rest and kill time before leaving.

Eric pulled out a chair, sat down, and looked at the time on his wrist.

"Only half an hour left before get off work ends."

Eric let out a light breath, closed his eyes, and began to evaluate Annie's situation today in his mind.

In the Los Angeles Police Department, the system of mentoring new employees by veterans is called FTO.

Refers to experienced senior patrol officers who are responsible for providing on-site guidance to new recruits on law enforcement skills, emergency response and professional norms.

In addition to guiding rookies to master practical skills such as weapon use, traffic interception, suspect control, and evidence collection.

When you have time, you also have to train the rookies' shooting skills. Of course, this is just a responsibility and you don't have to do it.

As Annie's training instructor, he has to fill out a training log every day to record the new police officer's decision-making ability, communication performance and emergency response.

A comprehensive evaluation report must also be submitted.

This evaluation will determine whether rookie Annie advances or is eliminated.

Once his evaluation score is lower than the passing score, then even if Annie is the first in the overall performance in the police academy,
The police station still would not allow her to stay or extend her probationary period until her grades were satisfactory.

Because it is irresponsible to her.

"But this chick is okay, she doesn't have stage fright."

In his opinion, stage fright is the original sin for newcomers. Once they are stage frightened, there is no need to watch the subsequent training sessions.

Eric opened his eyes, pulled out a small notebook from his uniform pocket, and flipped open the folded assessment form. But when he saw the twenty assessment items, covering everything from legal knowledge application to basic skills, his lips curled.

He hated this kind of clerical work the most. To him, clerical work was not as exciting as fighting and killing.

"The first two to four weeks seems to be enough to assess a rookie's basic skills."

Eric looked at the small option under the basic skills on the evaluation form, and remembered the process and operation of Annie's fine today. After thinking about it, he gave a more conservative score of four.

Just after he finished, he heard footsteps. Eric folded the assessment form and put it into a small notebook, then put it and the pen into the pocket of his police uniform and looked towards the door.

Annie appeared right in front of him, standing straight and looking extremely cool.

"Is it done?" Eric asked.

Aini pursed her lips and nodded, "It's done."

"OK!"

Eric stood up and walked towards the door, passing the space that Annie had given up.

"Come on, before I get off work, I'll show you around the shooting range in the basement. You can practice there when you're almost done with get off work."

Hearing this, Annie blinked, looked at Eric's broad back, and followed him.

But she clenched her hands slightly.
Because the West Canyon Police Department is close to Los Angeles' most famous super-rich areas, Hollywood and Beverly Hills, it often receives donations from wealthy people and has sufficient funds.

Therefore, the area of ​​the West Canyon Police Department's office building is relatively large among many police stations, but because it is close to the Santa Monica Mountains, the building is relatively low.

Although it is short, it has everything. There is a parking lot outside and a reception hall inside. In addition to the police armory, there is also a small shooting training ground in the basement for police officers to train and for daily entertainment.

Eric led Annie, one in front and one behind, walking silently through the busy crowd and all the way to the underground shooting training ground.

The person in charge of the shooting training ground is an old police officer named Ivor who is about to retire. He looks like a retiree, with a bored look on his face, enjoying the quiet time.

After he retires, he will be replaced by another retired police officer who is willing to take over, and the cycle will repeat.

"Eric, do you have a new partner?"

Ivor sat in the office inside, looking at Annie beside Eric, and said in surprise.

"She's not yet." Eric handed over his police card.

"Iver, give me a whole family bucket!"

Ivor shrugged, understanding what Eric meant. He had been a policeman for so many years, so he naturally knew that in addition to partners, there was also a link where the old led the new.

Looking at Annie's childish face, Ivor said.

"You're going to use such a strong force right after you get here?"

Eric said indifferently, "How can she improve without some difficulty? I need to know her true level."

Eric turned around and looked at Annie. "If you don't like it, just tell me."

Annie shook her head and said, "I'll try my best."

Eric looked back and shrugged, "Look, she said she wanted to try it."

"Do you think everyone is as crazy as you?" Ivor complained, reached out to pick up Eric's police card, and swiped the card while muttering to himself.

"I shot all night on my first day here, and I'm not afraid of damaging my hand."

(End of this chapter)