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

Chapter 123 Murder
We handled two police incidents in total, and before we knew it, it was 10:30, almost lunchtime.

"There's still half an hour left."

When Annie drove the police car to a certain street, Eric took a look at the surrounding environment.

"You can stop here for now."

Annie nodded: "OK!" She knew what Eric meant; he simply wanted to slack off here until lunchtime.

When patrolling with Officer Ruhr, this is usually how it goes around this time of day: either he grabs a cup of coffee and stands guard on the side of the street, or he finds a place to park and rest.

“I need to use the restroom,” Annie said, glancing at the public restroom ahead.

“Go ahead,” Eric nodded.

However, the ideal is very full and the reality is very skinny.

Before Annie could even open the door and get out of the car, the radio crackled with the clear voice of the dispatch center.

"10-Adam (Two-person patrol unit)-11! Code 2-HIGH (Priority incident, requires use of police lights or sirens), 3321 Munholm Road, the caller reported that the resident is suspected of overdosing on drugs, and there are unusual noises inside the house."

Eric looked at Annie, who had already opened the car door and put her foot down, and left the choice to Annie.

"What do you think?"

Annie slammed the car door shut and grabbed the walkie-talkie from Eric's hand: "10-A-11, received, about to proceed to destination."

In Eric's eyes, her reply was so professional and cool.

Dispatch Center: "Received!"

As time went by, this rookie really shed her novice inexperience. Eric smiled as he watched her fasten her seatbelt.

"so you?"

“I just wanted to wash my face,” Annie said.

“This is not an urgent situation for me, but it is the most urgent situation for the person who called the police.”

Upon hearing this, Eric laughed and said, "Very good, I can give you a perfect score today."

Annie's eyes flickered, she took a deep breath, started the engine, shifted gears, turned the steering wheel, and sped off in the police car.

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Waaaaaah!

The sirens, still blaring, echoed along 3321 Munholm Road.

This is an affluent area, and the houses here are all villas.

The distance between them is very far.

A middle-aged white man rushed over to the police car with an anxious expression.

"Looks like something's happened," Eric said calmly, unbuckling his seatbelt and picking up the walkie-talkie to report it.

"10-A-11, code 23 has arrived at the scene, Code 6 (get off the vehicle to investigate)."

Dispatch Center: "Received!"

After giving the report, he got out of the car with Annie.

After getting out of the car, Eric vaguely heard music coming from inside the villa, and immediately made a judgment in his mind.

The people inside simply rented a place, had a party, got carried away, and started using drugs. They got more and more high and eventually overdosed.
Eric wasn't surprised; this was commonplace in America.

This kind of thing is essential to many parties.

He glanced at Annie and gave her a wary look.

"Officers! You've finally arrived!"

Seeing the middle-aged white man panting heavily, Eric said calmly.

"Are you the one who called the police?"

The middle-aged white man said, "Yes."

Eric glanced ahead and saw some people running out: "Take me over there."

“Follow me.” The middle-aged white man turned and led the way. “So what exactly happened?” Eric gestured for Annie to follow, his right hand resting on his holster.

“I don’t know either. My employees said they were doing drugs. After a night of this, one of the women suddenly couldn’t breathe.”

The middle-aged white man was very clear-headed: "So I think they were definitely overdosing on drugs."

As he spoke, his tone suddenly changed: "The main issue now isn't the drug use, but rather that my employee just told me that the man said he wanted to cut open the woman's trachea. I think something's not right!"

Before Eric could react, Annie's expression changed instantly. She looked at Eric and saw that he remained calm and casually took out a walkie-talkie.

"This is 10-A-11. Situation has changed. Calling emergency services from 10-54."

Dispatch Center: "Received, calling emergency rescue services."

After hearing Eric's report, Annie thought for a moment and then obediently followed behind.

However, her gaze unconsciously drifted to Eric, as she always felt that this man would show such a serious expression at times like these, which she found very intriguing.

His expression and the aura he exudes make people feel very safe.

Eric said in a deep voice, "Take us in!"

"Officer, come in with me!" The voice of the middle-aged white man interrupted her thoughts.

"Don't worry about these people, they're just employees here."

At the same time, Annie saw Eric about to turn his head.
She quickly looked away.

Eric glanced at Annie, who was fidgeting a lot, and frowned slightly, but still nodded to the employees around him.

"OK!"

America has so many strange and wonderful industries and services that he couldn't care less who these people were.

Led by a middle-aged white man, the two successfully entered the villa in front of them.

Upon entering, Eric glanced around and realized that the villa's living room was larger than his entire house.

A large single-level building, and a second level.

“They’re on the second floor because there’s a swimming pool there,” the middle-aged white man said.

Eric was looking up when suddenly a commotion came from the second floor, mixed with cries of "Oh my god, what do we do? She's going to die!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, but Eric instantly drew his Glock 17 and rushed towards the second floor.

Following closely behind was Annie, who was a step behind, and then the middle-aged white man, who was even slower.

Upon reaching the second floor, Eric saw several bikini-clad women running out of the right-hand aisle, and he strode over to them.

"Step aside!"

As the other women made way for him, Eric quickly went inside and found a naked woman lying motionless on a large bed in the center of the huge swimming pool platform.

A man sat slumped on the edge of the bed, his face blank, his hands, his bare upper body, including his underwear, covered in blood.

Eric walked along expressionlessly, putting away his Glock 17. He first forced the dazed man to the wet floor, then twisted his hands behind his back and handcuffed him.

"You have been arrested on suspicion of murder! You have the right to remain silent, and anything you say or do so will be used against you in court..."

"Officer, I didn't mean to! I really didn't mean to!" The man was still muttering to himself at this point, looking a bit dazed and helpless.

Eric ignored him and got up to observe the woman lying on the bed.

Annie and the middle-aged white man finally arrived later.

"Shit! What have you done, you stupid bastard?" The middle-aged white man was stunned when he saw the mess on the scene. He cursed at the man whose hands were cuffed.

Someone died here, which means that once word gets out, no one will dare to rent his house.

Annie glanced at it, frowned, put away her gun, and stepped forward.

The woman on the bed was covered in blood, and her neck was a bloody mess.

“Her trachea was cut, and she’s bleeding heavily from her carotid artery,” Eric said, glancing at a small knife on the bed before giving the handcuffed man a cold look.

“An accidental death is considered suicide, but this is not an accidental death; it is murder.”

(End of this chapter)