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

Chapter 48 Stick
Perey Park.

Three rescue vehicles from the fire department were parked where the crowd gathered, and there were several patrol police cars mixed in.

Because it was an emergency involving both police officers and citizens, the ambulance responded quite quickly.

"Thank goodness you injected naloxone in time, otherwise their situation would have been really dangerous."

The person leading the team happened to be Alva, whom we met earlier (in Chapter 7). He looked at Eric and shrugged, "So can you tell me why you are here?"

Looking at him like this, he knew that Pere Park was a famous place for slacking off, and that it was completely unsuitable for Eric's temperament, or perhaps he instinctively felt that Eric was not suitable for this place.

"Just happened to pass by." Eric responded casually without explaining, and continued.

“So it’s really fentanyl?”

Fentanyl is a very powerful opioid analgesic, commonly used as a strong sedative for surgical anesthesia, surgery and various pain relief.

It is the most potent opioid known to date, far exceeding the effectiveness of traditional drugs.

The analgesic effect is 80-100 times that of morphine. Only 2 mg of fentanyl can cause death, while the lethal dose of morphine is much higher than this.

At the same time, fentanyl is 50-100 times more potent than heroin, is easily absorbed through the skin or mucous membranes, and has stronger addictive and respiratory depressant effects.

As far as Eric knows, fentanyl is often mixed into heroin or cocaine, leading to accidental overdose. Taking last year's data as an example, 66% of the more than 71,000 drug deaths were related to fentanyl.

So the Los Angeles Police Department has listed it as the "most deadly drug threat."

"No, they went into respiratory failure so quickly, it's most likely a further dose of carfentanil." Alva shrugged, but also frowned at Eric.

"Why did this thing appear here in the first place?"

Carfentanil is a derivative of fentanyl. It is 100 times more potent than fentanyl and 10,000 times more potent than morphine. The lethal dose for adults is only 0.02 mg.

"Don't ask me, I don't know." Eric said rather bluntly.

To him, there are drug dealers everywhere in the streets of this country.

He wasn't surprised at all that this thing suddenly appeared in Pere Park.

But in Eric's imagination, if it was Darren, the slacker, he would definitely wear a mask and gloves if he wanted to test or touch this thing, and he would be extremely careful.

But he didn't wear it, so the source of this incident was most likely caused by Lucy, the hot newcomer.

Looking ahead, Lucy had been carried into the ambulance, and rookie Annie was accompanying her.

Lucy's condition is more serious than the others. Even after being injected with naloxone and receiving emergency treatment from the rescue team, she can't even speak clearly.

Darren, whose condition was less serious, was also carried into the ambulance, but he was surrounded by veterans from other police stations.

They were all making fun of Darren. Looking at Darren's miserable expression, it was clear that this guy who often mocked others was not feeling well.

If we talk about the people with the foulest mouths, they must be the old patrolmen who roam the streets, mocking people in the same way over and over again without repeating themselves.

Considering the English vocabulary, this is incredible. It is conceivable that these patrolmen would use things to describe people.

"Just ask the person involved and you'll understand."

"OK!"

Eric left these words and walked towards Darren under Alva's gaze.

"Hey! Eric."

When Eric walked over, the old guys from other branches were generally very friendly and stretched out their hands to clap and fist bump with Eric.

"Are you okay? I heard that if it weren't for you, they would have gone to hell a long time ago."

"Not bad, I'm just here to show some newbies the way." Eric nodded, looking at Darren in the car, who was looking at him with a distressed look on his face, and smiled. "How about you give me some face? Let him go, or he'll pass out and pretend he can't hear you."

"Hahaha!"

"OK! See you later, Eric."

"See you later! We should get to work too."

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The veteran patrolmen all laughed, said goodbye to Eric, and left their places to continue working.

They just stopped by to join in the fun and didn't stay for too long.

Eric watched them go, glanced at the technicians who were surveying the scene and the enthusiastic people who had been cleared out, stepped into the rescue vehicle and sat next to Darren.

"So what's going on?"

After some treatment, Darren basically recovered. He was relieved that the many old birds who mocked him had left, and said unhappily.

"It's all Lucy's fault! Damn it, she saw someone moving around suspiciously, felt it was suspicious, and asked him to stop."

Hearing this, Eric's eyebrows moved slightly. He had already figured out what was going on through this sentence.

As Darren said, patrol officers often stop passers-by who are acting strangely, either because they feel they are suspicious or just looking for trouble or fun.

It now seems that Lucy's intuition was not wrong, so she informed the dispatch center and wanted some colleagues nearby to assist.

"That's right, that guy had something wrong in his mind and ran away on the spot. Lucy didn't listen to me and chased him, so I had no choice but to follow him.
Who knew that the kid who ran away would throw a box back at Lucy?" Darren said with a sigh.

"As you can see, we all fell down."

He paused and said, "That's fentanyl, right?"

Eric nodded: "It seems that there is only a little fentanyl left in the box, otherwise you would have already..."

Darren said, "Sure enough, I knew it." He looked at Eric seriously and said seriously.

"Honestly, I owe you my life."

Eric patted Darren on the shoulder and didn't refuse or anything:
"have a good rest."

"What are you going to do?" Darren asked Eric as he got out of the car.

"That kid won't get far." Eric said calmly. He got out of the car and first got into Darren's police car, logged into the system, and used his police computer to search for the video clips saved in Lucy's body camera.

By searching precisely according to the time, the boy's true appearance was found from the clip.

Eric paused, the computer screen stopping on a figure.

The result made Eric subconsciously ponder that the person who came out was not the black man Nico he thought, but a man with an Asian face.

"He doesn't look Chinese." Eric frowned and muttered to himself as he looked at the boy on the screen.

"Could it be Korean? He looks like someone from Korea."

Eric was a Chinese in his previous life. He did not feel the faces of people from his own ethnic group were the same as other white people did. He did not know which country they were from, whether they were Koreans, Chinese, or Japanese.

He can often tell the difference between Chinese, Koreans and Japanese at a glance. Because the territories of Koreans and Japanese are pitifully small, the differences in their faces, body shapes and temperaments are quite obvious compared to the Chinese.

The data started to drop again, it’s too difficult.

If leaders have time, please read it.

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(End of this chapter)