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

Chapter 124 Near the End of the Workday
As Eric spoke, he reached out and covered the woman's naked body with a clean sheet, then picked up the walkie-talkie.

"10-Adam-11, codename 187 Homicide, there's a homicide here!"

Abby, sitting in the dispatch center, was clearly taken aback for a moment before replying.

"Received! Reporting in progress!"

The dispatch center's response had barely finished when the wailing of sirens blared outside.

The alternating high and low tones sound like a person's painful groans, "Ouch, ouch!" This is the siren of a rescue vehicle.

Eric looked at Annie and said, "Looks like we'll be busy for a while before we can go eat. You keep things under control."

“Okay!” Annie nodded.

"But what about the drugs here?"

"This is not something we will handle; someone else will take over later."

Eric left those words behind, walked over to the still somewhat dazed 'suspect,' took his hand with one hand, and led him outside.

"Let's go!"

However, the suspect seemed to have sobered up a bit, and said in a daze, "Why are you arresting me! I was trying to save her life!"

Eric didn't answer, but he was amused by the remark. Drug addicts often do things that others consider foolish, but they themselves think is perfectly normal.

Simply put, a drug addict is not a normal person; this guy is probably still addicted to drugs.

The first floor was crowded with people, mostly young women still shaken by the experience, as well as some party staff members mentioned by the middle-aged white man.

Eric couldn't pay attention to these people for the time being; he just led the suspect outside.

A fire rescue vehicle was parked outside, and four emergency responders got out, carrying their equipment.

The leader was a burly middle-aged man with a resolute face.

Upon seeing this, Eric understood why the emergency responders had arrived so quickly.

To ensure rapid response, the Los Angeles Fire Department has established numerous fire stations across the city, divided by district.

This area falls under the jurisdiction of Fire Station No. 118.

The man in front of you is Bobby Nash, the captain of Los Angeles Fire Station 118, a very dedicated man.

It just so happens that he knows someone; he's just gotten to know a lot of people by taking so many vacations.

The four paramedics also looked at each other in bewilderment when they saw Eric leading out a shirtless man.

"It's Eric!" "Looks like we made a wasted trip?"

An African American behind Burby shrugged and said, "That's right. Where Eric is, even Death has to take a number."

Eric's lips twitched. Those words, he thought, were like forcibly shoving the suspect into the police car.
"Henrietta, have you been eating a lot of sweets lately? Why do you talk so sweetly? I can smell it from several meters away."

This woman, Henrietta, is of African descent. She has short hair, looks like a man, and has a strong build. People who don't know her might really think she's a man.

But if his hearsay is true, Henrietta really does see herself as a man.

Henrietta shrugged: "You guessed it, I just finished a box of donuts today."

"So Eric,"

Ignoring his teammates' banter with Eric, Burby interrupted their conversation and glanced at the building in front of him.

"They still need us inside?"

Eric closed the car door and shook his head, saying, "The person is dead. It's suspected of being a homicide. This is a crime scene."

“Okay.” Burby shook his head, sighed, and walked inside.

"Let's go in and help too."

His teammates looked at each other, nodded to Eric, and then followed in their captain's footsteps.

Shortly after, the patrol officers who came to provide support also arrived.

It's Will, Weston, Darren, and the others.

"Gentlemen, it seems our lunch gathering will have to be postponed for a while."

"Newbies, what are you standing around for? Get up there now!"

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Will's voice rang out throughout the venue, and in an instant, the scene was organized. All relevant personnel were grouped together in one location, and a banner restricting access was put up on the second floor.

Before long, patrol officers who had already eaten lunch arrived to take over the secured scene and the suspect, awaiting the arrival of other personnel.

The group headed to the agreed-upon lunch spot to begin their meal. Murders were common occurrences and did not affect the group's actions or mindset; even the newlyweds were already used to it.

It's still here in Mexico.

The newbies crowded in front of the food cart to order, while the veterans had already taken over the tables and chairs under the shade of the trees, waiting with their legs crossed for the food to be brought over.

"Guys, how's your day?" Eric asked Weston, who was standing to the side.

“So-so,” Weston said.

"So you went and caused trouble for a few people?" Will asked.

Weston crossed his arms and said, "Two people, black!"

“See? I knew it.” Darren chuckled, looking at Eric, who was shaking his head, and Will, who had a knowing look on his face.

“I think he must have been bullied by Black people when he was a child.”

Weston calmly replied, "At least I didn't go looking for trouble with normal people. I just despise those black people who don't do anything productive."

“Okay, you decide,” Will said, looking at Eric and saying something that everyone was concerned about.

"I heard that things have gotten chaotic in Koreatown again. There was a gang fight last night."

Eric narrowed his eyes slightly, but his heart was not greatly disturbed. The Graystone Alley Brotherhood had been uprooted, creating a power vacuum in the area it controlled, which would naturally trigger a series of chain reactions.

The scramble for vacant territory by multiple gangs is essentially a reshuffling of underground power in Koreatown.

“That’s normal,” Eric said.

"Looks like we'll have to be more careful during our night shift patrols."

Will and Weston exchanged a glance and both nodded.

In front of the dining car.

"How was your day?" Lucy's voice rang out, drawing the attention of Jonah and Benny, whom they had just gotten to know.

"Did Commander Eric give you any trouble?"

Hearing this, Annie felt everyone's gaze and shook her head, saying, "No."

Benny said, "I think Commander Eric would be a good instructor; he saved our lives."

Lucy said, "So it's true that Commander Eric responded to the incident alone to save you, rushed over, and shot the prisoner dead with one shot?"

Annie's heart stirred, and she looked at Benny, who was sighing with emotion.

"Yes, my instructor was shot twice, it scared me to death! If it weren't for Commander Eric being there, I really wouldn't know what to do."

Benny nodded, wanting to say something more, but was interrupted by old Mouri in front of him.

"Officers, your food is ready."

Seeing that Benny was only focused on taking the food, Annie felt a pang of regret and reached out to take some food as well.

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Five o'clock in the afternoon.

Eric got out of the car and glanced at Annie.

This afternoon was surprisingly peaceful; the radio was quiet and no alarms sounded at all, so much so that there were only the three cases from this morning.

"After tidying up the things in the car, I came here to write the accident report."

Hearing this, Annie nodded, a hint of fatigue on her face: "Okay."

"I'll wait for you in the administration office." Eric said this, opened the car door, got out, and walked towards the entrance under Annie's silent gaze.

"call!"

Once Eric's figure had completely disappeared, Annie finally let out a long sigh of relief, stretched her stiff shoulders, and revealed her stunningly beautiful curves.

She grabbed a coffee cup from the cup holder, took a big gulp, and then got out of the car.

(End of this chapter)