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

Chapter 132 Nightlife Begins (Please Subscribe)
“Teddy Renson, whose real name is Nikolai Shinko,” Susan said.

"When Pushkin was in trouble, he would send this man to handle it. He had been rigorously trained in the Russian special forces and was both terrifying and shrewd. He was a well-known antisocial individual."

So he knows that if someone like you wants to run away, he can't stop you, which is why he stirred up your emotions and made you go to them.

McCall remained expressionless, but the image of the poor girl Audrey flashed through his mind; if this hadn't happened, he would have indeed run away.

But now, he only wants to get rid of these people, including the source behind them.

Although it didn't fit his personality, he had already died once, so he naturally acted as he pleased. McCall couldn't help but think of that young patrolman.

This young patrolman seemed to be acting on a whim.

“Besides their base in Los Angeles, they have many more outside.”

Susan's face turned serious.

“Robert, I don’t need to say what happens next. People like him will hunt you down indefinitely, as well as anyone connected to you or anyone associated with the Rusty Harbor gang.”

Upon hearing this, McCall shook his head and chuckled, then looked at Susan, who looked puzzled, and said with a smile.

“Susan, I’m not alone. To be honest, I didn’t even do the destruction of the Rusty Harbor gang. I just wanted to kill a few scum.”

Susan paused, then instinctively asked, "Someone else? Who?"

McCall said, "It's a long story."

-

Nine o'clock in the evening.

Eric, who was in the middle of the conversation, suddenly opened his eyes from the bed, sat up, and sneezed.

"Who's talking about me?"

Eric looked puzzled, rubbed his nose, muttered to himself, and casually picked up his watch to check the time.

His biological clock is as punctual as ever, like a machine. He wakes up at exactly the time he says he wants to before going to sleep, without the slightest deviation.

The effect of adding points to Dark Blue is indeed quite amazing.

Sometimes, he wondered if he would really become a superman if the values ​​of his four attributes reached one hundred.

Of course, it's just wishful thinking for now, but the visible changes are truly fascinating to him.

So the police should do their jobs well.

"Time to go to work."

Eric got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom next door to start tidying up.

He emerged in perfect condition, picked up everything he needed, and headed out towards the garage.

hum!
A short while later, as the garage door slowly descended, a muscular pickup truck burst out, executed a simple drift, and sped off towards the West Canyon Police Department after a red line of light appeared to curve into the distance.

————————————————————

Light flowed along the highway, and car headlights streaked across the road like shooting stars.

One of the Ford Raptors broke away from the traffic, turned onto the side intersection, and entered the West Canyon Police Department, which was shrouded in the night.

Unlike during the day, the West Canyon Police Station was no longer bustling with activity; instead, it had a rather serious atmosphere, giving one the feeling of being on high alert.

Eric remained unfazed, maneuvering his car through the security checkpoint and into the internal parking lot.

This parking lot is different from the ones outside. You can drive away directly from the back instead of going around to the front, which saves you a lot of distance.

After Eric got out of the car, he saw some of his fellow patrol officers walking inside.

Or the patrol officers on duty can go off duty.

"."

Eric greeted his fellow patrol officers and passing administrative officers as he made his way to the locker room.

Because of the three-shift system (morning, noon, and evening), many people may not know each other, but Eric has long since broken through this boundary and knows people in all three shifts.

Because he was occasionally and frequently reassigned to other classes by Daves, and then transferred back.

———————————————————— Arrived at the locker room.

There are already many people inside.

Will, Darren, Weston, the new recruits, and their fellow patrol officers were all there.

The scene resembled students after class, a noisy scene of them exchanging information.

For example, conversations might include things like what will happen tonight, or the hope of not encountering any demons or monsters.

Or it may also include some more private exchanges.

"Eric! You've come."

"Ah."

Eric walked over, nodded to Will and the others who greeted him, and stood in front of his cabinet to start tidying up.

His locker was in the same row as Will's and the others, which explains why he and the three of them seemed to be part of a small group.

“I’m all done, guys.” Will, standing next to him, was the first to finish.

Eric took off his shirt and glanced at him. Although the guy had some minor flaws, he was someone who took pride in his profession.

"I'm leaving now," Will said, nodding to everyone before slowly walking away.

“He’s probably going to go and find out more information,” Darren said.

Eric's lips twitched. If you were to ask who in the West Canyon Police Department was the most well-informed, it would definitely be Will.

Weston, who had also tidied up, closed the cabinet door and looked at Darren and Eric, who had taken off his pants.

"Anyway, we need to know what's going on with the night shift, so guys, get a taste of this damn atmosphere beforehand."

To be honest, my blood is already boiling, and I can't wait to go on patrol.

“Damn it!” Darren stared at Weston as if he were a madman, then turned to Eric.

It turned out that Eric was also smiling.

"You're not the same, are you, Eric?"

Eric didn't answer, but Darren could feel the intensity in Eric's eyes. He closed the cabinet door and muttered helplessly:

"A bunch of lunatics! Wouldn't it be better if we just lazed around, savored the aroma of coffee, and appreciated the beautiful night view?"

“Damn it, Darren! You’re a disgrace to the police department!” Weston grabbed Darren by the neck, nodded to Eric, and forcibly dragged him out.

Watching this love-hate relationship unfold, Eric smiled as he put his clothes in the closet, took out a clean police uniform and began to put it on, then tidied up his equipment one by one.

To be honest, like Weston, he was now involuntarily excited, both physically and mentally.

Los Angeles at night is what it truly looks like; after all, Los Santos in GTA is based on Los Angeles.

This is just one example.

Eric looked at his reflection in the mirror in the cabinet and saw that the corners of his mouth remained slightly upturned.

"The wonderful nightlife has begun!"

With a sigh, Eric closed the cabinet door, but paused at the last moment, raising an eyebrow as he thought of the rookie Annie, a hint of curiosity stirring within him.

"I wonder how she'll perform?"

The feeling of working the night shift is completely different from that of working the day shift; the pressure that always surrounds you gradually increases over time.

Some newbies with poor mental fortitude are fine during the day shift, but they are broken down after a few night shifts and then choose to resign.

So being a patrol officer is really not an easy job.

Eric closed the cabinet door and walked out, but stopped when he heard someone calling him.

"Commander Eric!"

"Hmm." Eric glanced at the newlyweds coming out, shook his head inwardly, and then walked towards the locker room exit.

(End of this chapter)