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

Chapter 130 Rough Learning

Importantly, besides his demeanor, Nick could also sense that the other person's gaze habitually swept over his vulnerable areas.

This made him tense all over.

"So what should we do?" asked the Russian in the back seat.

“Send someone to keep an eye on him and see what he’s up to,” Nick said calmly.

“I deliberately provoked him. He’s already got his eye on us and he won’t run away.”

The Russians present looked at each other and nodded.

"Let's go. We need to prepare properly to deal with such a dangerous person."

As Nick finished speaking, the black sedan slowly drove away.

Just as the car drove away, McCall lowered the curtain, took out his personal cell phone from his pocket, found a number, and dialed it.

The screen displays Manager Tom.

"Hello? Bob?"

Upon hearing the manager's voice, McCall's voice immediately changed, becoming warm and gentle.

"Tom, I need to ask for a day off."

Tom on the other end was clearly taken aback: "What happened?"

“Uh, it’s just a bit urgent,” McCall said.

“Okay.” Tom didn’t refuse.

"Just for one day? You'll be coming again tomorrow, right?"

“Yes, it will.” McCall paused, then changed the subject.

"Oh, by the way, Tom, did that customer from yesterday buy something? A lot?"

"Hmm?" Tom seemed puzzled as to why McCall was asking this question, but he didn't think much of it and just said it casually.

"Yes, the two machine tools, PM-1236T and GrizzlyG0709 metal lathe, made a deep impression on me to be honest."

Upon seeing these two machine tools, McCall's eyes twitched slightly. As an executioner working for the government and the country, how could he not know what these two machine tools were capable of?

Eric's image flashed through his mind, and he shook his head with a sigh.

This young patrolman seems to be a genius, having dabbled in many fields. It's worth noting that most people have limited talent, and it's already quite difficult to become an expert in a particular area.

For example, some people are very strong in combat, but are much weaker in other aspects.

This is because it is already quite an achievement for a person to master one thing in their entire life, and there is simply no extra time to master or explore another field.

This young patrolman is not only highly capable in combat, but he has also ventured into another field.

He was only in his early twenties.

"Tom, did he order a delivery service?"

"Yeah, wait, why are you asking these questions?"

"It's nothing, I just want to go deliver food tomorrow too. Leave this to me, Tom, I'll keep a close eye on those lazy guys."

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After hanging up, McCall pulled out another number he'd never used before, remained silent, but eventually dialed it.

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If we're talking about which department in the United States has the strongest intelligence work, it would naturally be the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA).

Abbreviation: "CIA".

And one of his best friends happens to be one of the directors of the CIA.

"Hey?"

A questioning voice rang out, seemingly wondering how the other person knew her private phone number.

That's why the other party didn't hang up.

And so it happened, at a manor in Washington, D.C.

A woman, roughly in her fifties or sixties, sat at her dining table, holding her personal cell phone, her face showing some confusion. Beside her sat a man of similar age, who frowned as he looked at his wife.

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McCall took a deep breath: "It's me, Susan."

Upon hearing this, Susan, who had been frowning, immediately relaxed, revealing a look of surprise, and then called out McCall's real name.

"Robert?"

McCall looked up at the ceiling: "Can we meet?"

Susan smiled and said, "Of course, my friend, you should know where I live."

"See you later," McCall said.

"Okay, see you later," Susan said, and after hearing the disconnection notification, she picked up her phone and smiled at her husband, Dennis.

"It's Robert."

Dennis raised an eyebrow, revealing a look of surprise.

Susan laughed and said, "I told you he wasn't dead yet."

Dennis asked, "So he made this call?"

“He wants to meet with us,” Susan said, putting down her phone and picking up her spoon to continue eating her breakfast.

"He must have encountered some difficult problem to solve, but we don't know what it is."

As she spoke, she looked at her husband, Dennis, and said, "I think I smell anger in the air. Robert is very angry."

Dennis shrugged. "Well, I think we should think about how to welcome this old friend."

Susan smiled and said, "To be honest, I'm glad Robert is still alive."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

It was still that futuristic digital studio, except now an expensive sound system was emitting a voice.

"Welcome to the Special Agent Project, newbie. I'll be waiting for you inside. Please follow the lights."

Eric, whose buttocks were still on the ergonomic chair, stared at the game character on the screen in front of him, using one hand on the keyboard and the other on the mouse to control the game character, named Killer 47, as he ran towards the base ahead.

He stayed up all night.

But it was intentional. When it was his turn to work the night shift, he would habitually stay up all night and then sleep during the day, so that he would be unusually energetic at night.

Although it was unnecessary for him, at least he spent the night finding a few games that could improve his skill progress.

Yes, once the four physical attributes reached a certain level, Eric discovered that this method could also be used to hone his skills.

Because he is genuinely learning, and as long as he is learning, he can improve his skill progress bar.

Moreover, it's more intuitive than what's in books.

He learned about CQB (Close Quarters Battle) and corner cutting techniques and tactics by combining games, movies, and real-life practice.

This is why he has such a computer room; besides honing his hacking skills, he also learns how to gather intelligence and plays games.

After all, no one is born with knowledge or these skills.

The first game he played, "Ready for Battle," was a tactical first-person shooter developed by VOID Interactive.

This game is considered the most hardcore CQB simulation game.

Interestingly, the main characters are SWAT teams carrying out high-risk hostage rescue and counter-terrorism operations.

It allowed him to learn a lot of professional CQB procedures, such as tactical room clearing, weapon handling, squad coordination, and so on.

So after playing Metal Gear Solid V: The Phantom Pain and learning the basics of infiltrating enemy bases to complete missions,
The next game is a game called "Hitman" in front of him, which will teach him how to successfully assassinate targets through disguise, environmental interaction, and meticulous planning.

The game also provides building floor plans, marking guard routes, cameras, secret passages, etc., allowing him to plan infiltration routes based on the design plans.

Eric opened the architectural floor plan and began to study it intently.

He planned to play, no, study until 10 o'clock and then go to sleep.

If McCall were there and witnessed Eric's unorthodox training methods firsthand, he would probably be dumbfounded, because Eric's methods were really too rough and too brutal.

(End of this chapter)