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

Chapter 131 Investigation (Please Subscribe)

"Finish."

Eric looked at the Hitman 47 game character on the screen in front of him and let out a soft sigh of relief.

To be honest, playing games was quite effective for him. He had only played about a third of the game when the corresponding skills naturally appeared.

Eric withdrew his gaze and looked at the empty virtual window in front of him, scrolling down continuously.

Ultimately, it stopped at the newly introduced skill [Building Analysis] LV1 (Beginner).
His understanding of this skill is that as long as he has seen the building floor plan or design drawings, he can know its related structure and corresponding vulnerabilities, and his mind will automatically generate a perfect infiltration route.

As the level increases, the effect of this skill will continuously improve.

It's roughly similar to how McCall could enter Bingham's restaurant as if it were his own backyard.

Of course, he is only in the beginner stage now, and there is still an entry point to advance to the next level.

However, once the corresponding skill appears, everything becomes much easier. Whenever it involves buildings, the skill's progress bar will slowly increase.

Eric stared at the skill, as if he could actually see the hidden progress bar.

As soon as he starts playing the game, the progress bar will slowly rise, little by little, until he reaches the next level, which is LV2 beginner.

"Let's leave it at that for now, and work on it slowly later."

Eric glanced at the schedule below and realized that he had unknowingly played until 10:30.

"Take a shower first, then go to sleep. I'm on duty tonight." Eric stretched, turned off his computer, and got up to walk out the door.

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While Eric was already asleep.

One o'clock in the afternoon.

After passing through a rigorous security check, the Chevrolet Camaro slowly drove towards the estate inside.

McCall, who had driven from Los Angeles to Washington, D.C., looked out the window with a nostalgic expression. He drove inside and saw a huge building.

When he saw the elderly couple below the building, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"He's here," Dennis whispered to his smiling wife, Susan.

"Ah."

Susan smiled and went to greet the Chevrolet Camaro that had come to a stop.

Dennis followed slowly behind.

"Robert!"

“Susan, Denise.”

The three old friends hugged each other by the car.

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In a small living room with a classic Western aristocratic style.

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"Robert, if you've come to me for help with something, to be honest, I probably don't have many options right now."

After exchanging pleasantries and finishing lunch, Susan looked at McCall, who was sitting in a chair, and said softly.

“I know,” McCall said with a smile, a rare moment of relaxation on his part with an old friend.

"Really?" Susan smiled and handed him the brewed tea.

“I just came here for tea, because I haven’t had your tea in a long time,” McCall nodded and smiled, taking the teacup.

"Of course, there is indeed something I need your help with."

Susan said, "My influence is very limited now. I haven't done intelligence work for a long time. Now I only occasionally act as an advisor."

As she spoke, she looked at McCall earnestly and said, "Of course, if you really need it, I will try my best to help you."

“You’re overthinking it, Susan,” McCall said helplessly.

“It’s just a small matter.” Susan raised an eyebrow. She instinctively felt that someone like McCall was only capable of big things, which was why she mentioned it beforehand.

"is it?"

McCall nodded, took his phone out of his pocket, and the screen displayed a screenshot of the surveillance footage.

A very clear photograph appeared before Susan's eyes; the subject was Nick standing at the door.

“Susan, I need to know who this person is, including everything behind him.”

Susan took the phone, looked at the photo, and then looked at McCall, who had a calm expression.

"What does he have to do with you?"

“It’s alright,” McCall said calmly. “That’s why I came here, to find out the truth.”

Susan sighed inwardly. If it were just about investigating this person's identity, she wouldn't be so bothered, but Robert wanted to investigate not only this person but also everything behind him, which made things different.

“Tell me what’s going on, please.” She put down her teacup, her expression turning serious.

McCall stared at the teacup in silence, but finally spoke.

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The plaza outside the manor features a neatly arranged outdoor tea area.

Dennis sat on the other side of the small table, looked at McCall who was sitting with his legs crossed and a look of contentment on his face, and then moved a piece of the chessboard.

"Just so you know, your funeral was very grand, Robert."

McCall smiled, as if he had also thought of the scene. He had done so much for the country, and a grand funeral was a common occurrence for him.

"Ok."

“When they told Susan about your death, she couldn’t understand it at all,” Dennis said.

"She said it couldn't be Robert; he couldn't have died from something as trivial as a car bomb."

McCall looked at Dennis.

“You’re alive,” she breathed a sigh of relief, her smile never fading, but she wasn’t entirely surprised either, because we’ve talked about you a lot over the years, and she said that if anyone could figure out a way to get rid of all this forever and start a different life, that person would be you.

McCall pursed his lips as if to say something, but the loud noise in his ears made him look up. A buzzing helicopter was flying over the building and finally came to a slow stop on the large lawn square outside.

Susan came down from inside, carrying a large document.

“Well, it seems we’re even,” Dennis said.

McCall nodded and said, "Yes, it's a draw."

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Susan acted swiftly as always, returning to CIA headquarters after obtaining Nick's photo to use her connections to gather information about him.

In the restaurant.

Susan took a stack of documents out of the file folder and handed them to McCall.

“You’re not just destroying a gang, Robert.”

McCall listened as he took the document.

"Instead, it destroyed one of Pushkin's key strongholds in Los Angeles, which was a crucial part of his network."

McCall took out a photograph of a Russian man, who appeared to be around fifty years old.

"Pushkin had deep ties with the Grizzly Bear Gang and was responsible for managing some of their important resources, including gasoline, weapons, prostitutes, and more."

He not only established bases in Los Angeles, but also in other places, forming an intricate network with impenetrable defenses. Furthermore, he maintained excellent political and business connections, so no one dared to touch his bases.
And you've created a huge vulnerability in his otherwise perfect network.

McCall silently memorized all the information about this person, including their current address, and then turned to the next page.

The person who appeared this time was Nick, who was now wearing camouflage clothing, unlike his usual suit.

(End of this chapter)