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Chapter 16: Outside the police car and inside the police car are two different worlds (please read and vote for me)

Unlike the Gusmer D Group, which thrives on money and business management, the Salamanca family's management system is a simple one:

blood.

Blood of blood relationship.

The entire Salamanca family, from top to bottom, leaving aside the hired gunmen, from the mules responsible for transporting goods to the person in charge of sales of D products in District 1 to the accountant who is in charge of financial affairs, almost all have the surname Salamanca.

This family workshop-style management system has both advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that it is difficult for a family to have a traitor, but nepotism also has a very big disadvantage.

That is, you have no way to put the most capable people in the most critical positions.

Jose Salamanca is a good example. A few years ago, he was a teacher in an elementary school in Mexico, but because of his blood, he was valued by a distant cousin.

Without any systematic training, he took the position of managing the finances of a family of dealers. At first, he might be trembling with fear and fulfill every task assigned to him conscientiously.

But as time goes by, because of their blood relationship with the leader, they will no longer be able to see their own position clearly and will boldly put their own interests above the group.

Jose is one, and the Tuku on his phone is also one.

But the difference is that Jose still has some brains, but Tuku is just a crazy lunatic!

"Snapped--!"

On a desk in a warehouse somewhere, a tattooed hand suddenly threw the phone in its hand and slammed it against the wall.

Behind the table was a short, stocky, bald man with a face full of flesh. He was the Tuco mentioned by Jose, and also the third in command of the Salamanca family.

"I knew that bastard Jose would cause trouble sooner or later. He even talked about inside information, saying it was a 3:1 bet, a guaranteed win? Fuck! He's going to kill me sooner or later!"

The flesh on Tuku's angry face trembled when he thought of what Jose had said to him when he was deceiving him.

Because of Jose's "inside information", he delayed the audit date for a week just to make a fortune from this boxing match.

Now, the fight is postponed indefinitely, and there's no money to cover the deficit. If my uncle finds out that I'm hiding this from José...

Thinking of the other party's extremely cruel treatment of his family, Tu Ku couldn't help but shudder.

He flung open a drawer, pulled out a palm-sized bag, and dumped out a few crystals. Then, he grabbed the pistol beside the table and smashed the crystals into powder with the butt of the gun.

Then he lowered his head.
"Sigh~~~"

Tu Ku kept repeating incoherently, "Wow, wow, so hot!!! Hahahaha."
He was so excited that he raised his gun and fired more than ten shots at the ceiling, which immediately alarmed the younger brothers who were watching the scene outside.

After they all rushed in with their weapons, they saw their boss's excited and crazy behavior, and they all looked at each other with expressions of being accustomed to it.

Apparently, this wasn't the first time Tuku had gone mad.

"You guys." Tu Ku emptied his gun and pointed it at them. "You, you, and you, take all the guys and go find that cop in the newspaper today, that damn cop named Rorschach Butcher, and kill him!"

Just like Jose said, even if he was to be punished by his uncle, he would send this cop who ruined their plans to hell first!
The gunmen he named were stunned for a moment, and then a brave one asked tentatively: "Boss, is this a public execution or..."

"You had surgery on your fucking brain and put it on your butt, didn't you?"

Although Tuku was high, he still had some sense. He pointed at his men and cursed, "This is Chicago, not Tijuana! How can you let such a thing as killing a police officer be so public?"

"Oh, I got it!"

After saying this, the gunmen looked at each other, nodded, and began to check the guns on their waists.

At this time, Tu Ku, who was already high, was leaning on a chair, staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes, as if he didn't care about the killing of the policeman at all.

For this group of drug traffickers from Mexico, killing police officers has long been a common occurrence, especially when the other party is a patrol officer with no background.

Of course, they still have to stay away from vindictive agencies like the DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration).

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On the streets of the South District, police car No. 7-C-15 was still patrolling the streets as usual.

But Rorschach and Ginny in the car seemed a little embarrassed, especially Ginny, whose face showed not only embarrassment but also a hint of anger.

She made a sour face from time to time and glanced at her partner beside her.

"I apologize to your father and you, OK?"

Rorschach couldn't stand the look in the girl's eyes and raised his hands in surrender. "I really didn't know that man was your father. And to be honest, your father was also at fault. I was already mad at him, and he started swearing at me right away, so I said something like 'fuck your wife...'"

"You still say that!" Ginny glared at him.

"Uh, sorry." Rorschach smiled awkwardly, then tentatively replied, "How about you explain it to your dad?"

Ginny rolled her eyes and said unhappily, "What explanation do you want? Explain that although my partner is impulsive, foul-mouthed, and has no professional ethics, he's actually a responsible and capable police officer?"

"Wow, I didn't expect you to think so highly of me."

Rorschach feigned surprise and teased, but seeing Ginny still looking unhappy, he coughed twice and didn't say anything more. To be honest, he wasn't worried.

After all, although Ginny's father is a senior official in the Counter-Terrorism Bureau, he has never thought about working in the Bureau, so if he is offended, then so be it.

At most, if we have a chance to meet in the future, he will hide a little.
Fortunately, before long, their daily work became busy again and they no longer cared about the awkward atmosphere.

As a patrol officer in Chicago, there are no tasks like rescuing pet cats that have climbed up trees, finding children's lost bicycles, giving directions to out-of-town tourists, or resolving speeding violations!
This is the South Side of Chicago, not Long Island, New York, nor Manhattan. Rorschach has only seen the kind of easy work mentioned above on TV dramas.

"boom--!"

The bullet grazed Ginny's scalp, missing it by a few centimeters and going straight through her head.

Ginny, who was forced down by a big hand, opened her mouth and gasped heavily.

In front of her was a small convenience store, and the person who opened fire was a robber wearing a headscarf who was looting the front desk.

She really didn't expect that the other party would actually dare to shoot, and this time the gun was aimed at her head!
Just when Ginny wanted to fight back, a series of gunshots rang out beside her!
The bullets from the gun in Rorschach's hand hit the robber without missing a single shot, and all the magazines were emptied in the fastest time!

"What were you doing?!"

Rorschach didn't even glance at the body on the ground. He grabbed Ginny's neck and lifted her up from the ground. He looked at her and asked in a deep voice, "Did you warn him just now?"

"The police have warned you." Seeing his expression, Ginny knew that she must have done something wrong again and nodded self-reproachfully.

"Since you warned him, he still dared to point a gun at you. Why didn't you shoot?!" Rorschach roared angrily in the rookie's ear: "Do you know that if I hadn't been there just now, the corpse lying on the ground would be you!"

Ginny bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and then whispered the reason, "It's stated in the Law Enforcement Manual that only after two or three consecutive warnings, if the other party still refuses to put down the gun, can it be used..."

"Fuck the Law Enforcement Manual!"

Rorschach interrupted her, tapped Ginny's forehead, and said seriously: "Do you know what the sixth lesson of being a good police officer is? It is to forget everything you learned in the police academy and textbooks!"

Ginny didn't say anything. Her eyes fell on the body on the ground, which was riddled with bullet holes and blood. She was silent for a moment and finally nodded.

There was a hint of confusion in her eyes, as if she was trying to digest everything in front of her.

Seeing this, Rorschach looked somewhat helpless.

In Hollywood terms, this may be the difference between academics and experientialists.

He went to the battlefield first and attended the police academy after retiring from the army.

There is no such thing as "advance warning" on the battlefield. There is only a split-second decision between life and death.

Picking up the radio, Rorschach called his colleague who was in charge of handling the scene. After things here were dealt with, Rorschach took Ginny to continue working.

The two spent the afternoon responding to several incidents of street violence involving guns or drugs.

Every time she went on a police call, Ginny's expression became more and more solemn, as if something was slowly accumulating in her heart.

When they got back to the car, Ginny's mood was obviously not right.

Her eyes were a little wandering, as if she was shocked by the violence and death, and as if she had deep doubts about the career she had chosen.

Seeing that the rookie was in a bad mood, Rorschach did not scold her with sharp words as usual.

He lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and said in a rare gentle tone: "Ginny, from the day you become a police officer, you need to understand one thing."

"Outside the police car and inside the police car are two completely different worlds."

"You can hold yourself to a higher standard of law enforcement and moral values, but you can't assume these guys outside the police car are as noble as you are."

"You're a nice girl, but a nice girl never makes a good cop in Chicago."

"After get off work, take a nice hot bath, turn on the TV, eat your favorite vanilla ice cream, and watch your favorite romantic soap opera. But when you put on the police uniform the next day, I hope to see a tougher you."

After Rorschach finished speaking, the car fell into a brief silence.

Ginny lowered her head, seeming to consider his words.

After a while, she suddenly turned her head, looked at Rorschach deeply, and said with a strange expression, "You actually know that I like vanilla ice cream and that I love watching soap operas?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Rorschach's face: "Uh... this..."

"Oh, right. I remember someone said that we are just ordinary colleagues and partners are forbidden to discuss private life in the police car, right?"

Ginny's mouth corners slightly raised, and she tilted her head towards Rorschach proudly: "It seems that we are friends now~"

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Rorschach was speechless.

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