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

Chapter 107 Evidence
America is a very magical country; they can exaggerate the power of any kind of authority.

Therefore, due to the need to protect citizens' privacy, the number of public cameras installed by the government is extremely limited.

The limited number of public cameras initially functioned properly, but due to lack of maintenance over time, they eventually became useless.

In addition, some idiots will steal these few cameras.

So even in a famous city like Los Angeles, there are still very few usable public security cameras.

Private cameras are more prevalent, especially in areas with high crime rates.

The surveillance footage that detectives need for their investigations mostly comes from private cameras or road surveillance.

Thanks to this situation, Eric found it particularly easy to avoid the monitored area.

Having already moved at least a block away, Eric randomly chose a bench on the pedestrian street and sat down.

It was nearing midnight, and there weren't many people on the streets anymore. Only a few restless homeless people were wandering around, or a few night owls who had stayed out late at bars, and a few drunkards.

Eric glanced at the figures at the end of the street, then boarded the late-night bus and began to take out the file package that McCall had interrogated him about.

Open it easily.

He was not the person in charge of the investigation or the follow-up.

All he needs to do is present the facts and related evidence of the Rusty Harbour gang's child trafficking to the relevant law enforcement agencies in a very straightforward manner.

That's why he told McCall that he didn't need evidence, just one fact: the Rust Iron Harbor gang was trafficking children.

Eric took all the documents out of the file bag and began to examine them closely, but the more he looked, the more silent he became.

This package contains not only evidence proving the Rusty Harbour gang's crimes of child trafficking, but also more related evidence.

But the most important thing was this USB drive. Eric looked at the USB drive in his hand, then put it away, preparing to find a place to quickly check the contents of the USB drive on his computer.

"We need to find a hotel."

Eric finished packing and got up to find a hotel to use the public computers in the lobby.

Unlike in China, where internet cafes are ubiquitous, here internet cafes are scarce, mainly concentrated in Asian communities such as Koreatown and Gardena Japanese Street. These are small internet cafes run by Asians, similar to the illegal internet cafes in China, small in scale and with ordinary environments.

Just as Eric was getting ready, a voice rang out.

"Hey, brother!"

Eric turned his head and saw that the few young men who had been lingering at the end of the street were now walking towards him.

There were both Black and White people, aged between twenty and thirty, dressed in a style similar to that of the West Coast freestyle.

“I have some questions for you,” the thinner white man said with a grin.

But before he could finish speaking, he was startled and his eyes widened. Then, as if he had seen something terrifying, he raised his hands.

Including his companions.

"Hey, don't be impulsive, buddy, I just want to ask you some questions."

Eric swung the CZ-75 in his right hand and uttered only one sentence:

"roll!"

These petty thugs, similar to those in China, don't learn anything good; all they do is bully lone individuals in blind spots of surveillance and extort small amounts of money to make a living.

"OK! Let's get out right now!"

So the group of seemingly arrogant young men sprinted 100 meters, then, under Eric's watchful eye, slunk away back the way they came and quickly disappeared.

Eric shook his head, holstered his pistol, and walked across the road to leave. As he reached the riverside promenade, he casually took out a napkin, wiped his CZ-75, and tossed it into the nearby lake.

Finally, after crossing the bridge, we arrived at our destination.

A four-star hotel, the Bay Hotel.

He booked a standard suite and, with the help of a hotel waiter, was able to use the public computers in the hotel lobby.

Eric glanced around to make sure no one was in the lobby. He first checked the computer to make sure there were no problems, then took out a USB drive from his briefcase, plugged it in, and entered the password he had already obtained from the interrogation.

The results showed that the contents of the USB drive were more abundant and direct compared to the files in the file package.

As long as it's sent to the police station, the Rusty Harbor gang will be firmly pinned down.

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The place where children are detained.

Darknet transaction IDs and Bitcoin wallet addresses—this already proves that the Rusty Harbor gang is involved in transnational human trafficking. Eric sighed and continued scrolling through the information.

The "cargo number" recorded in the ledger is very important evidence because, according to his understanding of California law, California courts recognize coded evidence from within criminal organizations.

Shell company documents and bank statements.

In addition to the above, there is also evidence of the transportation network, port container numbers, and VIN codes of modified vehicles.

Eric pursed his lips, his breathing becoming heavier. To him, these things simply represented more victims.

Finally, stop scrolling the mouse wheel and focus your gaze on the computer screen.

At this point, what appeared on the screen was no longer evidence, but some bank transfer receipts, involving so-called protectors, patrol officers, detectives, and some municipal officials.

Beyond the credentials, there's even more disgusting information, because these protectors not only accepted bribes but also smelted copper with the help of the Rusty Harbor gang.

"No wonder the quest was triggered, the Rusty Iron Harbor Gang deserves to die!"

Eric let out a sigh of relief, began to organize, and then sent everything to Tifa's private email address.

After completing this step, remove the USB drive and leave the hotel.

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at the same time.

McCall, who had just returned home, sat down at a small table and chair, took out his notebook, and began to use the various channels he was familiar with, including some investigative techniques, to investigate Eric's information.

He could tell from his intuition that the young man was a good person, but his professional instincts and professional habits made him want to investigate Eric even after he got home.

This isn't a matter of trust or confidence; it's about being prepared for the future.

Through interrogation, he also learned what disgusting things the Rusty Harbor gang had done. Relatively speaking, the fact that they could do so many disgusting things and still remain standing must be due to very complex interests.

Is Eric really a 'good person'?

Besides this, he also needs to analyze whether this person will cause him trouble later.
He was a little worried about Eric.

As information about Eric continued to appear on the laptop screen, McCall raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Just a regular second-level patrol officer? Oh, he was demoted because he caused serious damage to public property while trying to avenge his colleague who died tragically, which is suspected of being a major violation. Wait, why has this guy been on vacation the whole time?"

Muttering to himself, McCall subconsciously clicked on the police video related to Eric in the child abduction case that the Los Angeles Police Department had just released not long ago.

(End of this chapter)