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

Chapter 112 Night Shift
Looking at the steps leading downwards into the darkness, Eric recalled a phrase.

You are gazing into the abyss, and the abyss is gazing into you.

He set off and stepped onto the flat ground. Here, the damp smell of the earth became especially strong.

pat.

The sensor light turned on automatically, illuminating a small passage.

Following the illuminated motion-sensor lights, Eric calmly walked through the passageway to its end, where a large space resembling a warehouse appeared before him.

At this moment, this place really is like those repair warehouses on the ground, except that they haven't been filled with the necessary items yet.

However, shelves and cabinets for displaying tools were placed there.

Most of the furniture was still unassembled, along with various miscellaneous decorations.

"Get to work."

Looking at the huge pile of unorganized trash and assembly tools, Eric mentally scoffed.

He spent a lot of money to build this basement. You have to know that in the free United States, the price of labor is relatively high, at least much higher than in other countries.

Looking ahead, he didn't know if his idea of ​​turning his home into a military fortress where anyone who entered would die could be realized.

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Far away in another country.

A suburb of Moscow, Russia.

The main building is constructed with light gray stone as its base, topped with a dark gray pitched roof that undulates like piano keys.
A manor that blends the elegance of the Renaissance with the romance of France.

At that moment, a furious voice rang out.

"My painstakingly built trafficking network, money laundering channels, and personal connections have all been wiped out in one fell swoop?"
Nick, what do you think we should do about this?

The next second, a voice devoid of any emotion rang out.

“Mr. Pushkin, there must be a dark force behind all this, otherwise it would have been impossible to be wiped out so quickly.”

“Find him! Nick, I’m entrusting this to you. Don’t let me down.”

"Yes, Mr. Pushkin, I will personally travel to Los Angeles tonight."

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"Phew! Next up are some lathes."

Eric looked at the shelves and furniture that were beginning to be set up around him, as well as the warehouse that was beginning to take shape, and nodded in satisfaction.

He could imagine that he would spend a long time here in the future.

He wants to wear work clothes and work as a technician here!
Eric seemed to envision a 'bright' future, and his heart was filled with anticipation as he picked up the neatly packed garbage bag and headed towards the exit.

He had no idea that the Rusty Harbor gang's affairs would have any follow-up.

And so it went until the day after tomorrow.

Time: 8:20.

Today is the day I need to report to the police station.

Eric, all ready to go, walked into the garage, opened the driver's door, and got in. For some reason, he felt very excited.

"Hold your ground! Go all out!"

Eric looked at his hands resting on the steering wheel, and through his superhuman eyes, he could see that his hands were trembling slightly with excitement.

But this trembling did not affect the movement; on the contrary, it felt like a long-lost feeling.

"Damn it, it's only been a month."

Eric chuckled, pulled at the sun visor in front of him, looked at his reflection in the mirror, and realized that he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

"I'm afraid I've already been poisoned!"

Eric shook his head, unusually making a self-deprecating remark, then started the engine and propelled the car out of the garage, drifting off towards the police station. Behind him, the garage door was slowly descending.

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West Canyon Police Department.

Eric had a good time here while he was on vacation.

The demolition operation in Koreatown was very successful, yielding significant results.

The Los Angeles Police Department headquarters sent many commendations.

The officers who participated in the operation received corresponding rewards, including a decent vacation and tickets to ball games such as baseball and NBA.

Unfortunately, Eric wasn't included.

However, as time went on, many of the officers involved in the operation came to know that a certain guy had made a significant contribution.

Male police officer's locker room.

"Will, have you been in contact with Eric recently?"

While changing clothes, someone looked at Will next to them and asked.

Will glanced in the direction of the sound. This guy was a disgrace to him, but unfortunately, he was also his classmate and friend.

Known as the "King of Slacking Off" in the West Canyon Police Station!
Darren only received three Code 3 command reports in total and never fired a shot in over a decade.

He was lucky; Eric happened to be patrolling near the fishing paradise and arrived just in time.

I recently returned to my post.

"No, you know Eric disappears like a ghost when he's on vacation, nobody knows what he's doing."

“Okay.” Darren took clothes out of the closet and shrugged. “I was thinking of inviting him over for dinner privately. My wife really wants to meet him.”

The moment those words were spoken, another voice rang out: "Heh, Eric looks like a succubus, not only is he great-looking, but he's also kind and gentle. Be careful your wife doesn't fall for someone else and leave you!"

"Fuck, Weston, only your wife would fall for someone else. My wife loves me the most!" Darren cursed.

After that shooting incident, this guy seems to have evolved; his sweet talk has become increasingly venomous since he returned to his post.

“Anyway, I’ve invited Eric over to my house before,” Weston said, looking past Darren at Will.

"Will too, it's you."

“I can’t get in touch with him.” Darren sighed and slowly packed his gear.

“It’s okay, there will be opportunities. I heard Daves has already contacted Eric and asked him to come back to work,” Will said.

After saying that, Weston shook his head: "Guys, looks like we're going to have to work the night shift again. Wow, I wonder what kind of monsters will show up this time."

“Okay,” Darren sighed.

"Honestly, I need you to protect me."

Will patted his clothes to make the final adjustments, then rolled his eyes.

I can't be bothered with you!

Weston replied, "I don't know you. Who are you?"

"Don't do this, guys!" Darren's pleading voice rang out.

"I'll treat you to a late-night snack."

Will couldn't be bothered with this slacker. Over the past ten years, this guy had always found a way to slack off, whether he was on the day shift or the night shift.

In the last two years, he's even evolved, figuring out new ways to slack off. In his words...

When on night shift, as long as you keep an eye on Eric's location and stay close to him, all police incidents will be assigned to Eric.

Listen to what he's saying! Is that even human language? Eric is already the best person in the world for not killing this slacker.

(End of this chapter)