You're a US police officer, what are you thinking about going back to the East for?

This guy started spacing out.

Lyon looked at Mia's submissive appearance and sneered inwardly.

Even when he was still in elementary school, he had already learned to let things go in one ear and out the other, or to bow his head and pretend to be dead when he was being scolded.

He used to act the same way when he was being scolded. He seemed to be reflecting on his actions, but in reality, he was probably reviewing how cool his pentakill was in the game last night.

This is all stuff he's already done.

Nonviolent noncooperation, huh? This girl started by stalling him right in front of him.

Hey, look here.

Leon suddenly reached out, placed his index finger under Mia's chin, and gently lifted it upwards.

Because the movements were so fast, Mia didn't have time to adjust her expression.

Lyon saw her blank stare again; it was obvious she had lost her mind once more.

It's obvious they think he talks too much nonsense.

"What were you thinking about just now? Were you mentally drawing circles around me, or were you simply spacing out?"

Lyon moved closer, exuding an intense sense of pressure.

Mia was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

But soon, she took a deep breath, and her eyes quickly changed from a dazed look to one of adoration.

"Oh! Officer Vance, you've misunderstood me!"

Mia spoke, her voice so enthusiastic it was almost exaggerated.

"I was simply struck by your serious and dedicated work ethic!"

"Honestly, I've never received such profound instruction at the police academy. Just now, I was constantly replaying every word you said in my mind, trying to etch them into my brain!"

She leaned forward, perhaps deliberately getting closer to Leon, her tone becoming increasingly impassioned.

"It's unfortunate for Seattle criminals to encounter you, but it's a blessing from God for me to have met such a charismatic instructor like you."

When Leon heard this flattery, his previously stern face almost cramped up.

He had seen people who flattered others, but he had never seen anyone flatter so shamelessly and so self-righteously.

Mia's skin is so thick it could block a bullet; she's almost as thick-skinned as I am.

He felt the corners of his mouth uncontrollably turning upwards, and the dignity he had painstakingly cultivated was about to vanish completely.

"Um--"

Leon let out a drawn-out nasal sound, released his grip on Mia's chin, and patted her shoulder instead.

"Good, Torres."

His voice instantly softened in a very unrestrained manner.

"Your awareness and mindset show that the basic education you received at the police academy was very successful."

"What the Seattle Police Department needs right now is a newcomer like you who can see through appearances to the essence and always maintain enthusiasm."

"That was just a small test for you. Since you performed so well, I won't waste any more words."

Keep up this momentum, and your future is limitless.

"Thank you, sir! I will certainly live up to your expectations!"

Mia, completely shameless, immediately started taking advantage of the situation.

Now that this matter was over, it was time to get out on the streets and get to work. Leon went straight to the driver's seat.

He knew, of course, that the girl was bragging, but honestly, it felt fucking awesome.

Even though he knew the other person was deliberately flattering him, Leon still enjoyed the feeling of being praised so highly by a beautiful woman.

Just like some bosses you knew in your past life, why were there always a few people around who were good at talking but not at doing anything useful? This might be part of the reason.

Who can resist a sensible, obedient, good-looking person who can flatter you without batting an eye?

"Get on the bus"

"Yes, sir!"

Mia went around to the passenger side from the other side and quickly slipped into the car.

Leon watched her fasten her seatbelt, then pointed to the car's computer in the middle of the seat, "Enter your badge number."

Mia nodded and did as she was told.

"Is the body camera working properly?"

Mia pressed the recorder button, and it beeped, indicating everything was normal.

"Alright, now that everything is ready, let's see what's happening in Seattle today that we need to deal with."

Lyon stepped on the gas, and the patrol car slowly drove out of the police station garage and onto the streets of Seattle.

Mia sat in the passenger seat, took a deep breath, and looked lingeringly shaken. But in reality, she was laughing out loud inside, just like Leon, trying hard to keep her smile.

Get it done.

While observing the rearview mirror, she secretly raised an eyebrow.

She herself felt a little nauseous from the flattery she just received, but the effect was surprisingly good.

Watching Officer Vance, who was almost too handsome, instantly switch from a "stern-faced instructor" to a "gratified older brother," Mia knew that her internship for the next year was probably secure.

Oh man.

Mia silently complained to herself.

Sure enough, men are creatures that, no matter how handsome or bad-tempered they are, will treat you as a trusted confidant if you praise them for being tough and strong.

At the current pace, once we arrive at the site, this hero will definitely be at the forefront of doing the heavy, tiring, and dangerous work.

All she had to do was stand behind him with a recorder, filming Leon's heroic figure, occasionally handing him water, massaging his shoulders, and being a good wife.

Mia felt that the sun was much brighter, although the clouds in Seattle were still as thick as a pot lid, so it was still a cloudy day.

However, what Mia didn't know was that Leon, who was sitting next to her and focused on driving, had already decided in his mind to give her all those police reports and case closure reports that would make anyone's hands break from writing them.

What she didn't know was that Lyon's words "promising future" actually referred to her enormous potential in "handling paperwork," since she had done paperwork before, and there was no harm in not using it.

In Seattle, or rather in the police system across the United States, paperwork can truly be a nightmare for police officers, causing them immense suffering.

Even in a simple domestic violence case where the two parties only pushed each other a few times, the police still need to fill out at least eight different forms, including a victim statement, a suspect record, and a force assessment report.

If you're unlucky enough to encounter a home invasion robbery, and the case involves drugs, then the case report will usually start at 15 pages.

All contraband items seized must be individually numbered, and on-site photos must be accompanied by a text description of at least 50 words.

The most outrageous cases involved firing.

Just like the incident Lyon experienced a few days ago, the statement report required by the Ministry of the Interior alone had to be filled with at least 20 pages, in addition to several different cross-examination forms of witnesses.

Of course, Bob, that old fox, stopped most of these things.

……

Leon, with one hand on the steering wheel, gradually dropped the exaggerated expression he had just displayed while exchanging acting skills with Mia.

He straightened his back slightly, got into work mode, and began to scan the street with his eyes.