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

Chapter 129 Initial Confrontation
McCall's gaze sharpened slightly.

Nick happened to see McCall's gaze. He took a deep breath, looked at McCall, and stepped onto the last step, one step at a time, while smiling.

"Mr. McCall?"

McCall's expression changed instantly, and he looked at Nick as he walked up to him, calmly saying, just like a normal middle-aged man living alone.

"Huh? I don't think I know you?"

Nick glanced at the space behind McCall and smiled, "Sorry to bother you, we are investigating a murder case from three weeks ago, at the Repinshin Restaurant, a Russian restaurant, where nineteen people died."

McCall raised an eyebrow. That young man was incredibly bloodthirsty, considering he had only killed the two people in the security room.

“So? What does this have to do with me?” McCall asked, looking at Nick.

"Although I think I have seen related news reports."

At this point, McCall paused for a moment, then laughed and said, "I heard that the Rebins Inn restaurant was a den of thieves? It was stained with the blood of countless people, and was eventually destroyed by the police?"
So who are you?

Nick exclaimed, as if he had thought of something, and then, while taking out a photo from his pocket, he said with a smile, "No, no, no, that's not what I meant. I didn't come here for the Rebins Inn restaurant; it's because of this."

As he spoke, he unfolded the photos and showed them to McCall.

McCall glanced down at the photo, which showed a Russian girl lying on her back in a chair, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling, her white neck bearing a particularly noticeable scar.

The girl was surrounded from behind and had her throat tightly gripped, suffocating to death.

McCall knew who the girl was; she was Terry's friend, Audrey, the girl he had talked to that night.

He remembers her as a very gentle girl, now.
McCall looked up at the smiling Nick, his face turning into a deathly expression, his facial muscles becoming still, and his demeanor changing accordingly.

His lifeless eyes stared at Nick as if he were looking at a dead man.

Even Nick, who was smiling, began to have the illusion that the temperature around him seemed to drop inexplicably, and he also felt an intuitive sense of pressure emanating from the other party, similar to that of a predator.

In that instant, Nick was basically certain that the person in front of him was the expert he was looking for.

However, the fact that the other person could maintain such a fierce state at such an age was something he had never seen before.

It's easy to imagine how dangerous the other party must have been when they were young.

Nick was still smiling, but McCall's behavior made the smile stiffen and his whole body tense.

"You should know this deceased person? It's said that you met her at the hospital. What did she say to you?"

McCall said calmly, "I know her. What's wrong with her talking to me?"

“Hmm?” Nick took back the photo and smiled. “No problem. I’m just curious about what she said to you. Maybe it will help my investigation and allow me to find the killer as soon as possible.”

“Oh,” McCall said, “she told me that some people deserve to die!”

Nick's smile faded, and his index finger twitched involuntarily: "Who?"

McCall said, "She didn't say, and I don't know who they are. If I knew, I would tell you myself who those damned people she was talking about are and how many there are."

Nick stared at McCall: "Okay, I understand. Thank you for your cooperation. I'll contact you again once I find new leads."

Having said that, he turned and headed towards the stairs, his muscles tense, guarding against a possible attack from behind. But McCall said in a completely emotionless voice, "Aren't you going to leave a business card, officer? What if I remember something and can't find you?"

Nick stopped and turned to McCall: "Sorry, I just finished sending it."

McCall said, "How did you find me? I only spoke a few words to her."

“This is our job, and it’s not convenient for us to talk to you about it, Mr. McCall,” Nick said.

McCall said, "Us? So who are you?"

"Who are we?" Nick smiled and started walking.

"You'll see, we'll catch all the 'murderers' and not let anyone connected to this go unpunished."

McCall watched quietly as Nick walked to the landing, then down the next flight of stairs and disappeared from sight. He then closed the door behind him, turned, and strode towards the master bedroom.

Through the window of the master bedroom, he could see the street in front of the front door.

Finally, he stopped in front of the window with the curtains drawn, turned to the side to hide himself, and casually lifted a corner of the curtain to look outside.

He spotted a black sedan parked on the side of the street and saw Nick quickly get out and get into the car.

McCall narrowed his eyes slightly, quickly sorting out everything. According to his plan, the possibility of exposure was extremely low, but there was one only variable: the young patrolman.

Recalling the hospital Nick mentioned, McCall's eyes revealed helplessness. After going through all this, how could he not understand all of this?

He knew the whole story. Terry's case involved the young patrolman's brother-in-law. In the end, the Rusty Harbor gang was wiped out. Then the young patrolman went to their door in person, both to seek revenge and to gather evidence. Finally, the police department and the FBI destroyed the Rusty Harbor gang.

This series of incredibly smooth processes, anyone could guess the very beginning, the point where things started to change, was the young patrolman's brother-in-law.

So the hospital was exposed, and then he was exposed, which also implicated that poor girl.

However, the other party seemed unaware of the young patrol officer's existence and shifted all the blame onto him.

McCall stared blankly at the still-moving car, recalling Nick's earlier words.

“We will arrest all the ‘murderers’ and not let anyone connected to this matter go unpunished.”

He subconsciously thought of the young patrolman who had bought something at his workplace yesterday.

It seems the other party ordered a delivery service? Is it for tomorrow?
Thinking of this, McCall shook his head inwardly, only staring at the black sedan outside: "No rush, let's check these guys' backgrounds first."

From the conversation just now, he knew that the damn guy wasn't ready to take action yet.

In that case, he must make thorough preparations.

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"This guy is definitely suspicious; it's 80% likely him."

Nick had barely settled into the back seat of the car when he spoke, instinctively tugging at his suit tie and taking a breath.

He was all too familiar with the aura emanating from this expert; it was the aura of an executioner. Without a large amount of blood as a base, there wouldn't be this kind of aura that made one feel cold and physically uncomfortable.

(End of this chapter)