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

Chapter 52: Be a Good Person (Please Read)

"Hey! Don't push me!"

Zachary's depressed words came: "I can walk on my own!"

Eric behind him didn't even hear what he said. He glanced at the police car parked on the side of the street and saw Annie inside, who was holding the walkie-talkie and staring at this side. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

This chick can really hold her own.

Then, without a care in the world, he pushed Zachary again.

In fact, he doesn't care about his reputation or whether he can get a promotion. As long as he can continue to be a policeman and earn attribute points from the system to improve his physical fitness, that's enough.

He always had a hunch that as long as the values ​​continued to increase to a certain level, especially physical strength or other attribute values, he might really be able to live for a long time.

I can’t imagine living to 150, but I should still be able to move freely at 100.

Thinking of this, Eric glanced at Zachary, who dared not resist. This guy was his tool to shut everyone up.

His conversation with Gerke was essentially a kind of tacit cooperation.

He wanted to rely on Ge Ke to capture people and earn extremely rare attribute points, and Ge Ke could also express his attitude to the so-called Greystone Lane Brotherhood.

In the gang, this attitude is very important, probably because it gives people the feeling of having a legitimate reason.

Perhaps Gerke had a deeper idea, such as directly exposing the news that the Greystone Lane Brothers had access to carfentanil and the fact that it had spread to his territory.

In this way, there will definitely be many gangs that are afraid of and wary of the Graystone Lane Brotherhood. If the smart guy Geck guides
Even so, he didn't care what Gerke thought. He was just an ordinary patrolman who wanted to catch a suspect who committed a serious crime.

Even because of the Anti-Racketeering and Corrupt Organizations Act, which explicitly prohibits police from colluding with criminal organizations, he broke into the West Coast Wolf Clan's den alone and successfully arrested the criminals who illegally possessed guns.

If this were to be made public, I guess some citizens would shed tears, be moved by his brave behavior, and call him a hero!

Cough! Eric coughed dryly after thinking too much for a moment, and walked with Zachary to the police car, looking at Annie who seemed relieved by his appearance.

"Get down and drive!"

Before Annie could even relax, she could only collapse again and sigh, "So this is my future now, sir?"

Eric laughed and said, "Yeah, that's your future, rookie."

Annie continued, "I heard that only qualified students can master the steering wheel, so I think I passed the test in your eyes?"

After seeing Eric come out safely and capture someone in such a dangerous situation, she felt more relaxed.

"You'd better think about what you're saying now, rookie. Can a rookie understand this word?"

Annie secretly rolled her eyes at Eric, opened the car door and got out, looking at Eric stuffing a Latino guy who seemed to be named Zachary into the back seat of the police car, and asked in confusion.

"Is this what he is?"

"Illegal possession of a gun."

Eric sensed a hint of resistance from Zachary and gave him a hard kick, shoving him inside.

Zachary, who sat in the back seat, subconsciously touched his aching thigh and glared at Eric fiercely, but under Eric's calm gaze, his face gradually became aggrieved and he dared not say a word.

"Stay here!" Eric didn't bother to care about this boy who had been punished by him several times. He closed the car door and looked at Annie who was dawdling.

"Rookie, get in and drive!"

"Okay, okay! Respected instructor!"

"Call me sir!"

"Yes~Sir!"

On the road to the West Canyon Police Station, an Explorer patrol car was mixed in with the traffic, not at all noticeable.

Annie was still driving, Eric lazily sitting in the passenger seat. Eric glanced at Annie, who was driving seriously, picked up the intercom and pressed a button, connecting to a channel shared by patrol officers from the West Canyon Police Department.

"This is 10-A-11. We've apprehended a suspect and are on our way back to the station."

This sentence attracted Annie's attention and she listened attentively.

The next second, a hissing signal sounded, followed by a sentence.

"10-A-3, so this is your homecoming, Eric?"

Eric laughed, "Yeah, Will."

"Good! You're great!" Will's voice came, and then his tone suddenly changed.

"Rookie! Speed ​​up now!!"

Eric shrugged. Will had found something else to do.

"Good luck, Will."

Will didn't answer, but another sentence interrupted him.

"10-A-2, man, how's Darren doing?"

Eric said calmly: "He was lucky and survived."

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West Canyon Police Department.

As usual, Eric threw all the registration matters to the helpless Annie, calling it training so that she could become more familiar with some police work.

Walking out of the registration office, I came to the aisle of the patrol department lobby and stopped in front of the water dispenser. As usual, I took out a disposable cup from it, placed it under the water outlet of the dispenser, and let the water slowly flow into the cup.

Looking quietly at a window beside him.

This is the office area of ​​the patrol department of the West Canyon Police Department.

The windows on both sides, combined with the walls and gates, divide the area into several independent spaces, filled with police teams with different responsibilities.

In his eyes, the first office area facing the direction is for some auxiliary clerical staff, such as the administrative department.

Through the transparent window, Eric could see the female police officer inside staring at the computer with a serious expression, her hands clacking on the keyboard, so loud that afterimages appeared, and it was unclear what she was typing.

Eric shook his head, picked up his full water glass, and walked towards an office.

He didn't forget to write the report, otherwise he would be caught by Daves before leaving get off work today and then work overtime to write the report.

He knew Daves's character too well.

When he walked in, there was only one male clerk inside. When he saw Eric coming, he took out a document from the pile of files and put it under the corner of the table without Eric saying anything.

"I've put it here. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

Eric's eye twitched. "Why are you so sure I came in just to write a report? And not to see you, Bates?"

"hehe!"

Bates just smiled wryly. "It seems that in my memory, every time you come in, you sit at the table in front, buried in your writing?"

Got it!
Eric was at a loss for words. He glared at the smiling Bates, took the document he had just placed on the corner of the table, pulled out a pen from the pen holder, and then walked towards the long table in front with a gloomy look on his face.

Damn it! You better behave yourself and be a good person from now on! Don’t cause trouble if you can!
But Eric is well aware of his own shortcomings, and this possibility is too low.

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