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

Chapter 12 Going to work
The second day of vacation.

Eric went to the psychological counseling department and hung out there for a whole day, but was eventually driven away by Tifa, who was as soft as water.

Therefore, Eric could only spend the long third day at home in a depressed mood until the day the holiday ended.

At 8:30 that morning, he arrived at the West Canyon Police Station early to start work.

"Hey! Eric, ready for work?"

"How was your three days off, Eric?"

"Huh? Eric, you're here? What's going on? Wait, has a year already passed?"

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Eric always gets treated like this by his colleagues at the West Canyon Police Department whenever he passes by.

Even Bauer, who was on duty in the clothing and weapons room, said in a joking tone:

"Congratulations on getting a job, Eric. We've all been wondering when your next vacation will be and how long you can last."

Eric rolled his eyes, put down his Glock 17, and took the police uniform he pushed up. "Bauer, I think you can trust me. Believe that I can hold on for a hundred years? Until the day you die of old age and are buried in the grave."

Ball smiled. "Well, thank you for your kind words, Eric. So I'm destined to die of old age?"

"Well, if you can eat less of those high-calorie donuts, maybe after your red blood cells full of sugar become lighter, you can really realize your wish." Eric shrugged and smelled the police uniform in his hand.

The uniforms are customized by the police station, so each person has one set and there will be no exchanges. Of course, if you pay some money, you may be able to get a few sets.

And he had about three sets to exchange.

"I'll try my best, but don't think you can make me quit donuts this way. They are the reason I'm alive today." Ball said seriously, and spread his hands when he saw Eric's action.

"Don't worry, I take your uniform seriously. Well, it's like washing my own clothes."

Hearing this, Eric couldn't help but laugh and cursed, "Shit! Everyone knows that you only wash your clothes after wearing them for two or three days!"

Bauer didn't care: "You decide for yourself!"

Eric sniffed again and indeed could smell the detergent, feeling relieved. He then signed his name on the table and took his gun and holster.

"I believe you, Bauer. Thank you for taking this seriously. I'll bring you a donut next time you come!"

Eric strode away, and the slightly overweight Ball shouted from behind, "Stingy guy, one might not be enough, I want ten!"

After getting his uniform and service gun, Eric took the form signed by Tifa to the office of the duty commander Daves and handed it to him with a serious expression.

Daves's skin color is dark, and combined with his scary face, he looks quite imposing.

But this can only scare newcomers, not the old birds who are more familiar with him. However, Eric also understands why Daves always has this expression.

After all, as a second-level superintendent in charge of a police station's patrol department, it is impossible to command the support of the people without authority. In free America, especially in places like the police station, if you cannot command the support of the people, something big will happen.

The police station is not an easy place to work, because it is a front line in a sense. Many patrol officers have to come into contact with people with problems on the street, and even quite bizarre police cases.

At the same time, in a country with free guns, many patrol officers are basically on edge when they go on duty.

This is why the patrolman job is so stressful.

This has also led to the increasingly serious bad habits of some patrol officers. Some of them relieve stress by smoking or overeating, and some even like to bully new recruits.

If Daves fails to convince the public, the consequences will be serious.

In this regard, he was deeply impressed by a remark made by Weston: Weston said that people without bad habits are not trustworthy, because only bad habits can prevent rational people from falling into the dark abyss. If people who do hard work do not have bad habits to relieve stress, they may just take an AR15 rifle and go to the street to shoot.

Well, that's very American!
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Daves examined the mental health report Eric had brought, pausing at one assessment that said this.

"His clarity of thought demonstrates his mental fortitude, allowing him to continue working. Given his situation, I know he possesses an exceptional sense of justice. I believe he is the most suitable candidate for the police position."

Seeing this, Daves raised his eyes and glanced at Eric standing in front of him. He felt a little disgusted, sighed in his heart, pushed the documents that had been prepared in front of him, and said in a cold voice.

"You've been obedient and haven't caused any more trouble during this period.

Your case has come to a conclusion. Given the circumstances at the time, your shooting was completely legal and in compliance with police regulations.
So after you sign the investigation report, you can go to work."

"Yes, sir!"

Eric said righteously, picked up the pen and signed his name on it.

Eric Stevens.

"Sir, how many people will come in today?" Eric asked after signing and pushing the document over.

Generally speaking, the day when new employees join the company and are assigned to new positions is jokingly called the legendary rookie day by veteran employees.

This is a day that some old hands are looking forward to, because the arrival of new people means that life will be easier, with more manpower, more people to run errands, and more people who can be bullied and have good words.

Of course, that's all. To bring in newcomers is something that veterans hate, because newcomers mean weakness and trouble. Weakness means no back protection, and you have to teach them step by step, otherwise you will face complaints or verbal warnings from your superiors.
"four people!"

Daves said, picked up the document and put it in the open drawer, then looked at Eric who raised his eyebrows.

"Why? Do you want one?"

Upon hearing this, Eric stood up and said, "Report! Sir! I will absolutely obey orders from above! If you say go east, I will never go west. If you say go west, I will never go east!"

Daves quipped, "So there's still north and south to go, huh, Eric?"

Eric didn't respond, but the expression on his face clearly said so.

"Damn it! None of them is worry-free!" Daves was amused by Eric's expression and pointed at the door.

"roll!"

Eric didn't care and saluted:

"Yes! Sir!"

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West Canyon Police Department Patrol Division locker room.

Eric stood in front of his personal closet, took out the bulletproof vest hanging inside, and slowly put it on.

Most of the bulletproof vests equipped by the Los Angeles Police Department to patrol officers are from the Blank ST series, with the ST-10 being the mainstream model. They are not made of Kevlar, but only of lightweight composite bulletproof materials.

Bulletproof vests like this can only withstand the impact of 9mm pistol bullets.

Of course, this level of bulletproof vest is distributed uniformly by the police station and there is no need to pay for it yourself.

(End of this chapter)