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

Chapter 113 Customization
Anyway, I eventually arrived at Daves's office door.

Eric coughed and knocked on the closed door.

Knock knock! Two knocks, and there was a response from inside.

"Come in."

Eric immediately opened the door and entered. As he closed the door, he looked at the Black man sitting quietly at his desk and spoke loudly and earnestly.

"Good morning, Superintendent Daves! Patrolman Eric Stevens, badge number 3462, has completed his leave and is reporting for duty!"

Daves carefully examined Eric, whom he hadn't seen for almost a month.

It's only been a short time since I last saw him, but he seems to have become more energetic, and his mental state is quite good.

But then Daves thought about it carefully and realized that it was pretty much the same as before, even the volume of the sound was no different from before.

Therefore, he could imagine that Eric must be having a comfortable time lately.

"How was your vacation? Did you get into any trouble?"

Eric shouted, "Sir! No trouble! Everything's going smoothly! Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy and strong! I'll be well-prepared for the challenges of returning to my post!"

"That's exactly what Eric said," Daves thought helplessly, then flipped through the documents on the table, pulled out one along with the pen, and pushed it over.

"That's good. You know the rules. Come over and sign to confirm that you've rejoined the team."

"Yes, sir!" Eric obediently stepped forward, took the document, quickly glanced through it, confirmed there were no problems, and then signed his name on it.

Thinking of something, he said, "Sir! Do you need me to prepare a case briefing for the period of my leave?"

Daves shook his head, took the documents Eric had signed, and glanced at the empty holster on Eric's duty belt:
"No need, everything is as usual. You can go to the equipment department to retrieve your own equipment."

"Yes, sir! If there's nothing else, I'll go and make the preparations!"

Upon hearing this, Eric nodded and subconsciously glanced at a box on the side of the table.

If he's not mistaken, this is a donut packaging box.

Daves noticed his expression: "Take it, my wife insisted I bring two boxes, it's too sugary for me."

Eric smiled slightly. "Okay, please thank Mrs. Morgan for me."

After saying that, Eric took one of the boxes without any hesitation, under Daves's expressionless gaze.

These takeout boxes contain at least twelve donuts, and a quick glance confirms it.

Daves gestured towards the door, urging them to leave: "Go on, don't be late for the morning meeting."

Eric stepped forward and said, "Yes, sir!" Then he turned and left, closing the door behind him as he opened it.

Seeing this, Daves shook his head and continued to review the documents.

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"tasty!"

As Eric walked toward the equipment area, he casually picked up a donut and took a bite.

To be honest, there's a real reason why so many people, including Bauer from the equipment department, love eating donuts.

Nothing else, this stuff is really delicious.

The texture is like eating bread, but the flavor is much richer, with sweetness, rich milky aroma, thick consistency, and the slight sourness of yeast and the wheat aroma of flour.

It even has filling inside.

"No wonder Bauer can't live without donuts."

Eric mentally scoffed, passed through several security doors, and finally arrived at a gun display area fitted with thick bulletproof glass.

"Waldfa? What day is it today!"

Bauer, sitting inside, had his eyes shining! He didn't even notice Eric; his eyes were fixed on the takeout box Eric was carrying.

“Today is your lucky day, Bauer.” Eric casually placed the takeout box on the table.

"See? I told you I'd buy you some donuts next time I come, but you always said I was lying. Now look! I didn't lie to you!"

Bauer shook his head and secretly grabbed the takeout box, trying to take it away, but Eric held on tightly: "You're my good brother! Eric! From now on, I'll do whatever you ask me to do!"

"Have you come up with anything fun lately?" Eric asked.

Don't let the guy in front of you fool you; he's fat and looks harmless. He's actually a military research guru. Customizing firearms is a piece of cake for him. If he could, he could handcraft some pretty outrageous firearms.

“Yes, but probably not your type,” Bauer whispered.

"Are you interested in drones?"

Eric raised an eyebrow slightly and let go. He was interested in everything, but now was not the time to play with drones.

Bauer quickly grabbed the takeout box, his eyes filled with fascination.

This guy is definitely doomed. I bet if someone puts a donut in a hole, he'll jump in without hesitation.

“Bauer, get me a custom-made gun!” Eric said; that was exactly what he needed.

Custom guns exist solely to meet the needs and preferences of their owners, considering factors such as weight and comfort.

This also includes tactical applications, grip customization, trigger adjustment, barrel optimization, weight reduction/counterweighting, and so on.

He can also learn from this.

Bauer paused for a moment, quickly glanced around, and stared at Eric with a suspicious look, whispering:

"What do you want to do?"

Judging from the voice, Eric knew the guy had misunderstood: "Nothing, I just need a handgun for self-defense, so I asked you to customize one for me."

"Really?" Bauer was still skeptical and asked again.

“Really!” Eric said, speechless.

"I will report it."

Bauer gave an "oh," and Eric saw the distrust in his eyes, so he didn't bother to explain further.

"So are you going to do it for me or not?!"

"Get it!" Bauer glanced at the takeout box and gritted his teeth.

"You're my good brother!"

“Great, we’ll keep in touch privately then.” Eric smiled.

"The morning meeting is about to start, hurry up and get my equipment!"

"OK!"

Bauer nodded and said, "I've been waiting for you to come."

Eric asked in surprise, "You knew I was at work today?"

“You’re a big star at the West Canyon Police Department! Before you even arrived, the whole department was already buzzing about you,” Bauer said casually, pulling out Eric’s sidearm and an M4 he had purchased at his own expense.

“Well, I’m so low-key, yet I’ve become a big star,” Eric said.

"It seems I'll have to be more low-key in the future."

Bauer's cheek twitched, too lazy to respond: "Take a look first, everything's been tuned for you, absolutely stable."

Upon hearing this, Eric habitually checked his equipment, nodded in satisfaction, and signed his name on the documents that Bauer continued to push forward.

Once this step is completed, his registration for the day will be finished.

Now all that's left is the morning meeting to prepare for.

"gone."

Eric didn't delay and made a gesture to Bauer to contact him privately via telephone.

He then left the equipment station with his gear, watching Bauer shrug as he watched.

(End of this chapter)