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

Chapter 101 Thoughts
Outside the hospital.

"Eric, I'll let you know when I have any news, including the matter you mentioned."

Manny looked at his partner Ron, who was shoving the two unconscious Russians into the patrol car.

Based on the information provided by Eric, they examined the tattoos on the two Russians and discovered that they were the exclusive tattoos of the Rust Iron Harbor gang.

Furthermore, the surveillance footage inside the elevator also shows that it was these two Russians who attacked Eric first.

The two Russians were also carrying a ninja concealed knife, a CZ-75 rifle, and an injection needle containing an unknown liquid.

Combining all the information, they knew that Eric's suspicions were not wrong.

However, this was not something that the two patrol officers were responsible for; they would simply report it one by one, and the investigation would eventually be handled by the detective department.

"You know the process."

Eric nodded and smiled, "Thanks, Manny."

Manny simply looked intently at young Eric, shook his head, and left.

"See you later, Eric."

"See you later, Manny."

Eric watched Manny get into the patrol car and then waved.

Only after the patrol car's taillights disappeared from sight did he pull a tempting business card out of his pocket.

The cover features a woman's thigh and the theme is "Russian Night Escort Service," with a series of numbers below.

Eric wasn't interested in those details, but rather in the small print below the number—it was an address.

No. 1432, Shanzhuyu Road, Liebinxin Restaurant.

"It seems that the place where Manny and the others found Tifa's brother is not far from here."

Eric watched silently for a few seconds, then turned around and re-entered the hospital, making his way to the sixth floor.

At that moment, Tifa was sitting on a bench in the corridor waiting for him. When she saw him appear, she turned around and looked at him.

"it's over?"

Eric sat down beside him, looking toward the door to the ward ahead.

"It's over, but Genos is still not awake?"

Tifa shook her head and said, "His injuries are too severe; he needs to rest."

She paused for a moment, then asked seriously, "What do you plan to do now?"

Eric looked at Tifa in surprise and asked, "What?"

“You can’t fool me, my dear,” Tifa said earnestly. “In my eyes, your eyes are burning with a raging fire.”

Eric coughed lightly and said truthfully, "I think this matter involves other things as well."

He had only guessed at first, but the system task told him in a forceful way that his guess was correct.

The Rusty Harbour gang is involved in serious crimes such as human trafficking, which may primarily target children.

These words made Tifa frown and look at Eric.

Eric said calmly, "That girl, Terry, was also controlled by him when she was very young. I suspect so."

Tifa understood what she meant. In the learning materials she had taken over, most of the cases of child trafficking involved gangs forcing minors into prostitution or labor.

She asked again seriously, "What do you plan to do?"

Eric took out the business card he had just received and handed it to Tifa: "I'm going to this place, and if things go smoothly, I'll likely need your help."

In his view, the system task triggered after his vacation must involve a case that is no small matter. This is the first time a task has been triggered during his vacation.

Since the case is significant, it must involve a fairly complete human trafficking network, and the trafficking will inevitably involve interstate or transnational crimes. This necessitates the involvement of the FBI.

Because the Los Angeles Police Department's law enforcement authority is only valid within the city of Los Angeles.

Therefore, it is highly likely that the LAPD will operate in conjunction with the FBI.

As for why Tifa's help was needed, it's because Tifa's teacher seems to be working as an advisor for the FBI.

In this way, he only needs to do the preliminary work to symbolically participate in the case, and then, with the help of Tifa and by reporting the case, he can hand over all the follow-up work to the FBI and LAPD, wait for the case to be solved, and then collect the mission reward.

Tifa stared silently at the business card, but a thought quickly revealed what Eric wanted to do.

Rather than the slow process of reporting the crime and then watching law enforcement investigate and search for evidence, he preferred to be like those unsung heroes in movies, breaking into the lion's den and forcibly bringing the whole affair to light.

Similar to an undercover agent, but even more brutal.

Of course, Eric may have also taken into account what was happening here.

If there is no further news from here, the Rusty Harbor gang will inevitably become more cautious, which will correspondingly increase the difficulty of the investigation.

"It's very dangerous." She didn't even consider whether Eric had law enforcement authority; she only thought about the danger of the matter.

But before she could finish speaking, Eric interrupted her: "It's okay, I'll be careful."

As he spoke, Eric reached out and habitually cupped Tifa's delicate face in his hand, meeting her eyes in his gaze.

“Tifa, the longer this goes on, the more victims there will be, and they'll become even more difficult to deal with. I really want to do this! You have to help me!”

Upon hearing this, Tifa knew she couldn't stop Eric, so she could only offer her support, sighing, "If anything happens, you must tell me immediately."

"I will. Wait for my good news."

Eric noticed the fleeting worry in Tifa's eyes, kissed her forehead, then got up, glanced at the small window of the ward door, looked at the sleeping man and woman inside, smiled at Tifa, and turned to leave.

As he walked out of the hospital, the night grew even darker, with only the streetlights and tall buildings faintly emitting light, and the stars twinkling overhead.

The night view is really nice tonight.

Just then, his phone vibrated, and Eric picked it up without thinking.

It was a message from Manny.

The liquid inside the syringe is still being tested, but the identities of the two Russians have been confirmed. Their tattoos and records in the archives confirm that they are indeed members of the Rusty Harbor gang, but more secretive information has not yet been uncovered.

For example, what are the true identities of these two Russians?

Meanwhile, the matter will be transferred to the detective department, regardless of whether the detective department will investigate it or whether there will be any results.

But Eric didn't care about any of that; what he cared about was the following information.

In the message sent by Manny, the Los Angeles Police Department currently has over a hundred unsolved child abduction cases on record in the past year.

Most of them were girls.

Eric's pupils contracted slightly. Even including false reports and runaway cases, leaving only a few dozen genuine missing persons cases, the number was still astonishing, especially considering that this only included those that had been reported.

The rest is predictable. This is not Eric exaggerating; there are simply too many bad people in America, which means there are far too many families unable to raise their children, and this trend continues to rise.

I carefully noted down important information about the Rust Iron Harbor gang, including a photo of Aiguer himself.
Putting his phone away, Eric looked at the bus stop sign on the side of the street for some reason, remembering the black driver who had just gotten on the bus, and then slowly walked over.

Stopping at the bus stop, I suddenly realized that there was a stop on the bus that was not far from my destination, No. 1432 Shanzhuyu Road.

With only a few dozen seconds left before the next bus, Eric turned his head and saw a bus slowly approaching.

"Is this fate?"

The bus stopped, and the driver, a middle-aged Black man, opened the door and looked at Eric with the numbness of a night shift worker.

Eric nodded in acknowledgment and got into the car.

(End of this chapter)