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

Chapter 46 Emergency

The police car stopped the car quickly and left quickly.

Maggie watched the taillights disappear at the intersection, patted the old man Fao who was still sorting the cards and said, "Old man, do you think he found out?"

Fao didn't answer, but just kept packing, pushing the shotgun deeper under the middle of the seat, but waited until Maggie hammered it, then he said in a muffled voice.

"When you're in doubt, you're not far from the truth."

He added, "Didn't you see that boy's eyes were very cunning? I guess he noticed it when he looked down. He didn't point it out because he didn't want to cause trouble. He's a smart boy."

Maggie raised an eyebrow: "I like this guy."

"There's no such thing as liking someone for no reason! Humph! You just think this guy is handsome!" Fao said, and was hit by his wife again. He happily ignited the fire:

"Let's go, quickly deal with the old man and get out of here!"

The next second, accompanied by a voice complaining, the UFO gradually moved away:

"Fuck! He's already so old, how come he's still so ignorant?"

"the same as you!"

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Explorer patrol car.

Annie was still driving. She subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror, looking at Eric lying on the back of the car seat in the mirror, and recalled what had just happened.

"I really didn't expect that such a person could look like a child." The corners of her mouth rose slightly, and she found it a little funny after realizing it.

The next second, she suddenly saw Eric in the mirror, his eyes staring straight at her, meeting her gaze.

Annie's whole body tensed up and she quickly shifted her gaze.

"Rookie, do you think this is funny?" Eric turned to look at Annie who was sitting upright.

Aini said loudly and seriously, "Report, sir! It's not funny."

"Drive carefully and don't be distracted!" Eric said calmly.

"Yes! Sir!" Seeing that Eric did not pursue the matter, Annie couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. She stared straight at the front window, not daring to look again.

Eric withdrew his gaze and looked out the front window. He didn't care about Annie. He was still reviewing what had just happened in his mind.

From the moment he saw the handle of what looked like a shotgun, he felt that the old couple was no ordinary person.

Now it seems that it is not only because of their ferocity in crossing the entire America and rushing from New York to Los Angeles at the age of 67, but also because of their special temperament and physical conditions that are different from ordinary old people.

Whose old man is still so strong and energetic at the age of 67?
"Never mind. I'll just do what I have to do."

Eric thought to himself, picking up the coffee that was sitting on the slot and taking another sip.

As a patrolman, coffee is almost always in his hand, not only to refresh himself, but also to keep his alertness at a certain level.

This is the most important.

Because when a patrolman loses his vigilance while on duty, danger will soon come.

Therefore, many patrol officers on night shift basically have a cup of coffee in hand.

Of course, he didn't drink it for refreshment, but simply enjoyed drinking it, and slowly savored the taste and rich flavor in boredom.

"Turn right."

Eric put down his coffee cup and instructed.

"it is good!"

After hearing Annie's response and seeing the car turn, Eric nodded with satisfaction. He was not just reminding Annie, but also taking her to familiarize herself with the route.

Instead, he wanted to test the rookie's reaction speed and see if she had lost her vigilance while driving.

"Where is this place?"

Annie replied in seconds: "Ovila 33."

"Yeah." Eric nodded, put one hand on the car window, and looked at the bustling street beside the window with a bored look on his face.

This area is the favorite of the slackers because it is not only crowded but also relatively safe and has less trouble.

There is also a garden nearby.

That place is safer, and many citizens come here to relax, take a walk, or walk their dogs. The scent in the air and the overall atmosphere can make people drowsy.

"I remember this being the patrol area Darren, that old slacker, often comes to?"

Because he hadn't been here for a long time, Eric rarely thought of the old police officer Darren.

This guy was in the same profession as Weston and both had been patrolmen for more than a decade, but their patrol styles were completely opposite.

Weston likes to find a little excitement and also likes to cause trouble for Street Nigo, but Darren is a completely opposite style. He will slack off whenever he can. Even in a more dangerous mission, he will look for opportunities to slack off. He is the best example of a slacker.

Over the past decade, not a single shot has been fired, and only two or three Code 3 reports have been received in a year. They are simply invincible and insane.

Although, most of the 10,000 officers in the Los Angeles Police Department can't fire many guns in a year, even one shot is considered a special event,
But it is still quite rare for someone like Darren, who has been a street patrol officer for more than ten years, to have never fired a shot.

This is a veteran patrolman who has been working on the front line for more than ten years. He is not a patrolman who was promoted or resigned after only a few years, or was transferred to another position.

So the difference is still a difference.

The place he was about to go was Pere Park, one of the holy places for slacking off that Darren often mentioned.

Thinking of this, seeing the intersection appearing again in front of him, Eric said calmly:

"Turn left."

"Okay!" Annie responded, subconsciously looking at the map on the central console and seeing the icon of Pere Gardens appear after turning left.

"Sir, where are you going?"

"Concentrate on driving."

Eric didn't even answer, which made Annie grit her teeth again. She felt like she was just a driver today, not a patrol officer.

But she still had no way to deal with Eric, because this annoying guy was her training instructor.

She could only turn around and move to the left.

But just as she was steering the patrol car into the right lane, her spirits suddenly lifted.

The dispatch center has assigned another report!

"10-Adam-11! Perret Park! Code 18 emergency, 100 drug related, 78 officer needs help."

This series of notifications stunned Annie.

But by the time she realized what was happening, Eric had already picked up the intercom and spoke calmly.

"10-Adam-11! Roger, 23 arrived at scene."

As he said that, he put down the walkie-talkie and looked at Annie with a frown.

"accelerate!"

"Okay!" Annie quickly stepped on the accelerator and sped towards Pere Park, which was not far away.

Just as she stepped on the accelerator, the police radio started to sound again, but it was no longer the voice of the dispatch center, but a strange voice.

"Fuck!"

Annie didn't know who it was, but Eric knew whose voice it was.

It's not the voice of Darren, the slacker, but someone else.

"Lucy."

Darren's voice had become a little intermittent by this point, but Eric could hear a hint of complaint and worry in it.

(End of this chapter)