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

Chapter 119 Call it a day
The voice acted like a magic potion, instantly stabilizing the dizzying scene.

Annie finally snapped out of her daze, and her hands gripping the steering wheel became stronger, but she just stared blankly at the feeling of her hands being covered by warmth.

"Light braking."

Eric immediately observed the car's rotation direction and slightly counter-steered to balance the vehicle.

When using PIT (Park Instant Interruption), loss of control is usually due to not keeping a firm grip on the steering wheel and braking suddenly.

"Ah, okay." Annie responded, snapping out of her daze, and gently applied the brakes, bringing the police car, which was about to go out of control, back to a steady position on the road.

"Take a break."

Eric nodded, casually unbuckled his seatbelt, pulled out his Glock 17 from his waist, got out of the car, and pointed his gun at the suspect police car, which was parked on the sidewalk in a Weaver-style stance, and shouted.

"LAPD!!!!!"

The gun and the line of sight were both aimed at the African American woman in the car.

Due to the impact of the pit and the car's rapid spin, the other party seemed to still be in a daze.

"Hands up!!!"

Eric shouted as he rapidly approached, "Let me see your hands!!!"

Given the current situation, if the other party makes any unusual moves, he will definitely fire first and send them to where they need to go.

Fortunately, the suspect was now able to hear Eric's words and slowly raised her hands so that Eric could see them.

"get off!!!!!"

Eric opened the door at close range, stepped back, and continued to point his gun at the suspect, indicating that the suspect should unbuckle his seatbelt and then get out of the car himself.

At this moment, Eric realized that there was music playing in the car, a black rap song. He looked at the suspect who obediently did as he was told, unbuckled his seatbelt, and got out of the car with his hands raised, and a smirk appeared on his face.

This damn feeling of relaxation is just too much.

"Put your hands on the car! Palms down!"

Eric kept his gun pointed at the suspect and gestured for him to put his hands on the police car. The suspect obediently did so, placing his palms on the car and showing them to the public from behind.

"Officer, what will happen to me?" she asked, seemingly regaining some composure.

Eric didn't bother to answer. The other person must have been mentally prepared for this question, either genuinely looking for fun or wanting to go to jail. So she definitely knew what punishment she would face.

This person is most likely a veteran.

"Spread your feet apart!"

“OK!” the suspect obediently complied.

Eric then looked to the other side, where rookie Annie had already gotten out of the car and was hurrying towards them.

"Cuff her!"

Annie nodded, stepped forward, and took out the handcuffs hanging from her waist to cuff the suspect's hands.

Eric then put away his Glock 17 and took out his walkie-talkie to report: "This is 10-A-11, Code 4 (Safe, no unit intervention required), Code 95 (Prisoner/Target apprehended)"

This announcement rang out among patrol units within the channel's signal range.

William and Michael, who were waiting for news, exchanged a glance and sighed. Although it hadn't caused much damage, this incident would definitely become a laughing stock among their colleagues.

And those veterans are always good at insulting people.

In the 911 emergency call center room, Abby breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the announcement. Looking at the two overlapping icons on the map above, and the number 10-A-11, her eyes brightened slightly.

As expected, it has to be Eric.

Just then, another call came in, and she had to pull herself together and get back into the focused mindset of a 911 dispatcher.

"This is 911 emergency center. What's the emergency?"

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The matter came to an end, and the scene was filled with the noise of passersby.

Patrol cars from the West Canyon Police Department arrived one after another and stopped at the side.

"Is this place your responsibility?" Eric said to his patrol colleagues who came to meet him.

"I'll take the suspect back to register first."

"OK! Thanks for your hard work, Eric." His fellow patrol officers were all very polite, after all, it was Eric who solved this case.

Eric nodded in acknowledgment and walked toward the Explorer patrol car that was waiting for him.

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"Let's go back and register."

Eric sat in the passenger seat and fastened his seatbelt.

"Yes!" Annie started the engine and drove the police car toward the police station.

Eric glanced back at the silent suspect, a typical middle-aged Black woman commonly seen on the street, with a figure like a barrel.

Based on his clothing and relatively energetic appearance, Eric instantly gleaned a wealth of information.

A good mental state indicates that the other party is currently very clear-headed, while the clothes are cheap street vendor items with signs of being worn for a long time, indicating that the other party's strength is not particularly strong.

So this wasn't for fun; she secretly drove the police car with only one purpose: to go to jail.

However, Eric understood. He turned his gaze back to the front window and instinctively glanced at the silent Annie, who clearly had something on her mind.

"Isn't that a little confusing?"

Annie glanced at the car's rearview mirror, looked at the silent suspect reflected in the mirror, and nodded.

"Why did she do this?"

Eric said calmly, "In my personal opinion, there is only one reason: poverty. They can't make a living outside."

Annie paused for a moment.

Eric noticed her odd behavior: "Sometimes life is just that cruel. For some people, being in jail is really better than being out there."

Annie remained silent: "Okay."

Although this girl comes from a good family, she does have some empathy and is a kind-hearted girl, which is much better than many of the extremely bad-behaved children of officials and the wealthy.

Eric could roughly judge Annie's family atmosphere from this.

But he couldn't be bothered to care what Annie was thinking. He simply turned his head to look at the street scene flashing past the car window, watching the passersby chatting and laughing and enjoying life on the side of the street, and remained silent.

Unlike Annie, he was used to it. After two years as a patrolman, coupled with his unlucky death-gathering constitution, he had seen it all.

If he had to keep things like this to himself, he would have become depressed long ago.

The right thing to do is to focus on your own well-being and the relationships around you, rather than worrying unnecessarily and investing unnecessary emotions in a stranger.

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West Canyon Police Department.

An Explorer patrol car discreetly drove into the detention area behind.

"I'm leaving the registration to you. This is the first task I'm giving you as your instructor."

As before, Eric dumped everything on a sullen-looking Annie, then walked out of the detention area like a hands-off manager, looking for somewhere to relax.

They either sit idly by, or they tease passing office workers.

After Annie finished everything, she took two cups of freshly brewed coffee and sat back in the passenger seat with a relaxed expression.

"Here, for you."

Eric handed one of the glasses: "Don't be shy with me."

Annie took the cup holder that was placed next to her and looked at Eric, who was already lying down with his seatbelt fastened.

"Sir, is it enough for us to register?"

(End of this chapter)