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

Chapter 7 Afterwards
Ouch ouch!!!

As the sound got closer, Eric looked towards the intersection, and a rescue vehicle similar to a hospital ambulance appeared in his sight.

It took less than ten minutes, which is a pretty fast response.

Eric nodded secretly in his heart, but he didn't feel that surprised.

After all, in Los Angeles, the Fire Department's rescue vehicles can almost cover the entire city. With the cooperation of the 911 dispatch center, the response time is generally 6-8 minutes, forming an efficient "law enforcement-rescue" collaborative system with the Los Angeles Police Department.

Seeing the convoy of rescue vehicles approaching, Eric turned around and called out to Benny, who was still a little confused, and asked him to come out.

"Please keep my gun."

Benny looked at Eric blankly, not knowing the reason.

"Haven't you learned this yet?" Eric said helplessly.

"The suspect was shot dead by me and is now considered the shooter. You who were present at the scene are responsible for securing the scene and preserving the evidence."

As he spoke, Eric handed over the M4 carbine in his hand.

"That's what's called evidence."

Benny took a deep breath, nodded, and took the M4 carbine from Eric.

Eric continued to pull out his Glock 17 and handed it to Benny, who silently took it.

"Take good care of my gun," Eric said with a smile.

He didn't think anything would happen to him.

Although he appears to have been shot in the head, posing a risk of second-degree murder, it depends on the circumstances.

As the current situation shows, the suspect who was shot dead was armed with a heavy weapon, an automatic rifle, and injured civilians and police officers. He is a real gangster.
Moreover, he had specifically warned the suspect, causing him to shift his body, with clear intentions of attacking.

So no matter how many times he shoots someone in the head, the result will only be a major incident leave.

Well, it was the kind of nice vacation where you get paid for killing an armed gangster.

"I will, Officer Eric," Benny said seriously.

Eric smiled and patted Benny on the shoulder, then walked towards the rescue convoy parked on the street ahead.

There were many people in the rescue convoy, and the person leading the team was also someone he was familiar with.

These rescuers are part of the police department's cooperation. Some are from the fire department and some are from cooperating medical institutions.

Whenever there are casualties, there will be the presence of these people, so there is no way, after a few visits, he has almost become familiar with the rescue teams here.

"You again? Eric! Didn't I remember you just getting back from vacation?"

The leader was a sturdy man. When he saw Eric helplessly spreading his hands, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch.

When he first saw this guy, he didn't take it seriously. After all, it was not uncommon for police to shoot suspects throughout the city of Los Angeles.

But the second time, the third time, the fourth time, when this guy was present for most of his sorties, it was different.

The suspects were either shot by him or beaten horribly by him.

So he either stood beside the dead suspect with an innocent look on his face, or squatted there to treat the suspect's injuries, with an anxious look on his face, fearing that the suspect would die.
That scene was simply insane! Anyway, this guy is definitely seriously ill! It's a pity that he can't find any evidence! I kept hearing that this guy was on paid leave.

"Yes, today is the fifth day back to work."

Eric said helplessly, seeing Alva's weird expression and the weird looks cast at him by the team members who passed by him.

"Huh? Is there something wrong with me?" Eric looked at his body and asked in confusion.

The corner of Alva's mouth twitched slightly: "There's nothing wrong with you, no! What could be wrong with you!"

As he said this, he saw that Eric was about to speak, then looked at the situation inside the garage.

"So, how's the patient?" Eric shrugged. "It's not a vital wound, and the bleeding has stopped. There shouldn't be any problems. It's just that Weston has lost a lot of blood."

"Weston? That guy got caught here. Looks like it's another serious matter."

Alva naturally knew Weston, after all, Weston had been a patrolman for more than ten years. He looked at Eric who nodded.

"So where's the suspect?"

Eric coughed dryly: "The suspect has been shot dead by me."

Hearing this, Alva had only one sentence in his mind that kept appearing: I knew it, I knew it, but when he looked at Eric, he finally had only one sentence.

"very good."

After saying that, he ignored Eric and walked towards the crowd.

Eric made an American expression, spreading his hands to show his feelings, watching the situation being controlled by the rescue team, and then turned to look at the intersection.

He heard a noise.

One after another, police cars with red and blue lights and some cars appeared at the intersection.

This meant the arrival of his fellow patrol officers controlling the scene, the forensic science department investigating the scene, the police inspectorate, and his watch commander, Daves.

In fact it is.

After the convoys stopped, a group of people he was familiar with got off.

Not to mention the patrol officers, but the forensic science department and the police inspection department who were investigating the scene...

To ensure that shootings or other casualties are handled properly, follow-up work is essential.

These people will be responsible for on-site investigation and evidence collection.

They will take photos of the scene for archiving and record the conditions at the scene in detail, including the location of the body, the surrounding environment, relevant physical evidence and other details.

The photos will become key evidence in the investigation into the shooting.

At the same time, other personnel will be responsible for collecting relevant physical evidence such as guns, ammunition, fingerprints, etc., and conducting preliminary inspection and identification.

In addition, he, the person involved, will receive a notice to suspend all affairs and undergo a more in-depth investigation to determine whether his actions are compliant and legal.

He understood the whole process very well. After all, he was a little nervous the first time, and still nervous the second time, but after doing it over and over again, he got used to it.
He looked at a middle-aged black man in the crowd, whose face was so smelly that it was bleeding, with an innocent expression on his face.

A clean open space.

"Officer Eric!" Daves, the duty commander, said in a stiff voice as he looked at Eric standing obediently in front of him.

"How do you feel now?"

Eric said in a serious tone: "Report to the commander! I feel fine now!"

Daves, a police superintendent with the rank of Second Class, is the duty commander of the patrol department of their West Canyon Police Department. Literally, he is the boss of the patrol department in the entire area.

Daves's face twitched repeatedly. Looking at Eric in front of him, he was convinced in his heart. Ever since this guy came to the West Canyon Police Station, the West Canyon Police Station has become too lively.

"Do you remember what gun you used? How many shots did you fire?"

"Sir! I used an M4 carbine! I fired three shots in total!"

"Do you remember where you shot and what direction you shot from?"

"Report to the commander! I shot at the right corner of the front yard of the third house across the street. The suspect was inside the fence, so the shooting direction was upper left."

"Damn it! Eric, could you please not be so loud?"

“Yes! Sir!

(End of this chapter)