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

Chapter 137 Background
This kind of environment is clearly the kind of area that ordinary office workers would choose.

Because neighborhoods like these often offer more affordable options for ordinary people than bustling areas.

Food and drink, or even rent.

In Eric's eyes, apart from ordinary residential buildings, most of the rest of the neighborhood consisted of apartment complexes managed by a single company.

So the place he was going to was naturally one of those apartment complexes.

Apartment building at 1387 Ryder Street.

An Explorer patrol car slowly pulled up on the street opposite the apartment building.

Eric's voice rang out: "10-A-11, Code 6 (Exit the vehicle to investigate)"

Dispatch Center: "Received."

Looking at her surroundings, then at the apartment building in front of her and the figures appearing below, Annie instinctively became alert.

"Let's go see what's going on." Eric said to Annie, then unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car.

Annie nodded and followed, still mimicking Eric's manner, her right hand always habitually resting on its holster. But after getting out of the car, she looked at Eric nodding at her, feeling helpless, and could only continue to greet the approaching figure as before.

"Are you the one who called the police?"

Eric stood behind Annie, observing the surrounding environment as if he were in charge of the overall situation.

Fortunately, nothing seemed amiss. He then looked at Annie, who was in contact with the person who had called the police.

However, Eric's gaze passed over the two people in front of him and landed on the apartment building.

With his superhuman hearing, he could hear the intense music, the kind of heavy music that gets people excited.

Eric glanced at his watch; it was almost eleven o'clock. Such a lively party so late at night meant there must be more than one person inside, and they were probably quite young.

"Yes, officer!" The person who called the police was a woman, around thirty or forty years old, but from her haggard appearance and expression, it was easy to tell that she was an ordinary, law-abiding office worker.

“What’s your name?” Annie continued, following the procedure.

“Laurina Vera!” the caller said, and the next second she poured out her grievances.

"Officer, I can't take it anymore! They play music every night, making it impossible for me to sleep. I keep dozing off at work and get scolded by my boss. My daughter is also suffering because of them; she's always in a daze. Our lives are being affected by them!"

Upon hearing this, Annie instinctively looked at Eric. She wasn't stupid; she was a top student from a prestigious university, and her words revealed a lot of information.

The person who called the police has probably been enduring this for a long time, and finally couldn't take it anymore, so they had no choice but to call the police.

So here's the question: why should the person who called the police tolerate it?
The other residents in this apartment building are probably in a similar situation to the person who called the police. So why didn't they call the police?
Analyzing these two issues further, it's clear that the person playing music is dangerous, and their background may be quite threatening, making the residents of this apartment building afraid to call the police.

What Annie could think of, the experienced Eric could naturally think of as well. He stepped forward, and his strong aura instantly took over the reins.

"Take us to see it."

This was clearly not something a novice could handle. Based on his observations and the caller's statement, Eric already understood the situation.

Those scoundrels who stay up late and disturb the peace mostly have gang connections; they're either gang members themselves or they frequently threaten the residents of this apartment building.

In either case, they are no pushovers.

"Okay, officer!" The person who called the police seemed to have mentally prepared himself, and after nodding, he walked ahead to lead the way.

Eric followed slowly.

Annie breathed a soft sigh of relief and followed Eric with light steps.

Looking at that broad back in front of her, the long-lost feeling in her heart finally returned! During the month Eric was away, she had been fantasizing about this scene every night.

Follow the person who called the police to the second floor.

The heavy metal music in Eric's ears grew louder and louder. He glanced at the person who had called the police, whose body was becoming increasingly tense as they got closer to their destination, and then looked up ahead.

There was a hint of pity in his eyes; heaven knows how the person who called the police or the residents on this floor managed to endure it.

“Madam! This is enough,” Eric said softly.

The person who called the police stopped and turned to look at Eric. Through Eric's eyes, it seemed as if they sensed something. Their eyes froze for a moment, and their already tense face instantly broke down, looking pitiful, as if they were about to cry.

"police officer?"

“Yes, that’s enough, ma’am,” Eric said with a smile, looking ahead.

"Because I already know where it is, you can go back first, and we will take care of this."

The person who called the police, Laurina, took a deep breath, suppressed her emotions, quickly glanced at the tag on Eric's collar, and then nodded.

Eric smiled and gestured, then walked past the person who had called the police, listening to the heavy metal music playing in his ears.

Without the caller leading the way, he could accurately identify which room the music was coming from by listening to the increasingly loud sound.

Annie glanced at the seemingly grateful person who had called the police, nodded in acknowledgment, and silently followed Eric's footsteps, pursing her lips as she watched the figure leading the way ahead.

"Is he afraid of retaliation against the person who called the police?"

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Eric stopped abruptly at the door of room 207, listening to the heavy metal music inside turning into a more intense, profanity-laden rap, and looked at Annie calmly.

"I haven't said anything, so don't move. Just look with your eyes, understand?"

Annie nodded, her heart pounding again.

Seeing this, Eric raised his hand and began to pound the door with his fist.

Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
With each pounding, Annie held her breath, feeling her heart pounding in rhythm with the sound. Watching Eric pounding on the door, she had the illusion that he was going to smash the trembling door through.

Bang!
Bang!
The previously continuous rap was interrupted by this intense door-pounding rhythm, like a waterfall being cut off in one stroke.

"The people inside must be feeling terrible, right?" Annie suddenly had this absurd thought.

Clearly, she was right.

There was a sudden noise inside, but the music only got quieter, it didn't stop.

Eric continued pounding on the door, then, following protocol, shouted, "LAPD! Open the door!"

Soon, at the sound of this voice, the tightly closed door was opened, accompanied by an angry curse.

"Fake!"

A dark-skinned, but not so dark, African American man appeared before Eric.

He was about 1.84 meters tall, shirtless, with tattoos on his shoulders and a metal necklace that looked like a dog collar. He exuded an aura of someone who had been involved in the underworld.

"Fuck! What's up?"

He stared at Eric with an unfriendly expression and fierce eyes, seemingly unafraid of the police. He then glanced at Annie beside him, his fierce eyes flashing for a moment, as if he hadn't expected to find such a beautiful white woman among the cops.

(End of this chapter)