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

Chapter 108 Support
The figure that appeared before Tifa was none other than Eric, who had just arrived.

He watched as Tifa went from being silent to showing her expression when she saw him, and then moved violently. With a slight smile, he strode forward to meet her, raising his hand before she could speak.

Tifa paused for a moment, but when she saw Eric's smile, she knew what it meant.

"You really are something."

She smiled and gently patted Eric's large hand.

Snapped!
The soft applause seemed to celebrate the success of the operation and the pleasant cooperation.

Eric grabbed Tifa's soft hand and said, "Let's go home and sleep!"

"Oh! It's really sleeping? Sleep?"

"Yah, since you've been waiting for me so obediently!"

"uh-huh!"

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"You are experiencing brief dizziness or confusion because during orgasm, there is a temporary decrease in blood supply to the brain, hyperventilation leading to an imbalance in blood oxygen levels, and over-excitation of the vagus nerve causing a drop in blood pressure."

A gentle voice entered her dizzy brain through her ears, and Tifa blinked, beginning to come to her senses.

"Of course, most importantly, this dizziness is temporary and harmless."

Hearing this, Tifa finally snapped out of her daze, turned to look at Eric who was smiling and watching the show, and couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.

God knows why he suddenly changed like this; he'd never explained the reason before.

Eric smiled and, as always, pulled her close with one hand.

"So you've come to your senses now."

Tifa leaned closer and whispered, "This is the first time you've explained the principle. Didn't you say the same thing to someone else not long ago?"

Eric recalled everything that had happened in the office, and McCall's interrogation techniques, and coughed, but didn't hide anything from Tifa.

After all, Tifa is a psychological analysis expert; the moment she spoke, she already had a judgment in her mind.

The fact that the evidence is very detailed is sufficient to expand and make a judgment.

"Ah."

"Were you hit?" Tifa asked tentatively.

“No, not at all,” Eric laughed, reaching out to smooth Tifa’s messy brown hair.

"I am fine."

Tifa said softly, "That's good. Aren't you curious about what happens next?"

Eric understood and shook his head: "If such a detailed chain of evidence can't solve this, then this country under our feet would have been overthrown long ago. The main reason is that I believe in you, and your teacher."

According to the plan, he was only responsible for the front end and waited for the task rewards to be received, so from now on he was in the role of an observer.

He wanted to practice, but mainly because he was still on vacation.

At this point, Eric looked at Tifa, recalling the silence she had during the phone call. It wasn't the expression of someone handing over evidence; rather, it indicated something else was at play.

So what did your teacher say to you?

Tifa paused for a moment, then looked at Eric as well.

Eric said gently, "I saw your expression."

Tifa understood immediately, sighed inwardly, and looked at Eric, saying, "My teacher wants to invite me to join the department he used to work for."

Eric raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing across his face: "The FBI?"

But I wasn't too surprised.

Although the FBI is renowned worldwide, it wasn't actually that prestigious to him.

He is a Los Angeles City Police Department officer, while the FBI is essentially a federal police force. There is no hierarchical relationship between the two; they are not interconnected and each has its own jurisdiction.

The reason for this is that while the composition of the police force in the United States is extremely complex, it is relatively independent. For example, the Los Angeles Police Department, where he works, is a city police department, so all criminal cases and police incidents within Los Angeles fall under the jurisdiction of the Los Angeles Police Department.

Counties are larger than cities. In name, police affairs within a county are under the jurisdiction of the county police, but in reality, they only govern areas within the county that do not have a city police or cities that do not have a city police.

Similarly, nominally, the state police are in charge of all policing in the state, but in reality, the state police only handle areas and cross-county crimes that are not handled by city or county police.

Therefore, the FBI, as the federal police force, is responsible for cases involving interstate and transnational crimes.

Local crimes, such as those in Los Angeles, are not their concern unless the crime is interstate, in which case the FBI would have grounds to intervene and seek assistance from the Los Angeles Police Department for cooperation.

That's all; the FBI has absolutely no involvement in local crime cases in Los Angeles.

However, if the local state, county, or city police have extremely complex cases that require the assistance of the FBI with its advanced equipment and investigative methods, then the FBI can intervene in local crimes.

This means that the FBI's role is actually just so-so.

Of course, the federal police have more power and authority than the city police.

Seeing Eric deep in thought, Tifa said softly, "Well, so I'm still considering it."

Eric snapped out of his daze: "The FBI has many departments. Which department does your teacher want you to join?"

“BAU,” Tifa said.

"really."

Eric laughed without surprise; he knew this department, similar to the CSI Crime Scene Investigation Unit in Los Angeles, which searches for, analyzes, and interprets evidence at crime scenes to uncover the truth and arrest criminals.
"suitable for you."

Tifa stared blankly at Eric, understanding what he meant.

"Don't frown, it'll make you look ugly." Eric gently stroked Tifa's furrowed brows.

"Are you worried that I'll have a problem with you going to Quantico, Virginia? After all, Quantico, Virginia is quite far away."

Tifa pursed her lips and nodded. She did like the BAU's positioning, but it was a bit too far away. She was afraid that she would miss Eric, and she was also afraid that Eric would have different opinions.

This is also her main point of hesitation.

"You're overthinking it." Eric chuckled. A woman who was originally quite decisive and capable had become fussy and indecisive because of him. He really had made something of himself.

"Do you think things are still the same as before? Airplanes will shorten the distance between us. I know you like that. Since you like it, don't hesitate, because I will always support you and stand by your side."

Upon hearing this, Tifa's eyes softened slightly.

I like women who take their work seriously.

Before Eric could finish speaking, Tifa suddenly straightened up and grabbed his fatal weakness, saying passionately.

"Shall we do it again?"

"Are you an idiot?" Eric smiled and shook his head, stopping her movements, and simply hugged her.

"Madam, you are too badly poisoned to be saved."

Tifa's eyes deepened with affection, but she nestled obediently into Eric's arms: "I like it."

“Okay,” Eric laughed.

"So when do we leave?"

"a."

"Have you spoken to your family?"

"No, but their opinions don't matter."

Upon hearing Tifa's words, Eric felt that if he really wanted to set a trap for Tifa, this clever woman would probably jump in without hesitation.

But for some reason, he always felt that Tifa clearly knew the consequences of this and knew that he wouldn't do it.

In a way, Eric felt that while he had Tifa completely under his control, he was also being controlled by Tifa.

"Let's sleep."

"Good~"

(End of this chapter)