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

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West Canyon Police Department.

In an empty office with only a table and a chair, Eric sat inside, yawned with some boredom, and then looked up at his watch.

It was nearly midnight.

He reviewed the situation carefully again and concluded that he was still perfectly fine.

Because his situation is quite special.

Unlike other ordinary patrol officers, he had nothing.

On the contrary, in a sense, he felt a sense of impunity when there were no illegal or irregular rules.

Why do I say this? Because he saved many people and had the backing of a major donor.

No kidding, even if the West Canyon Police Department doesn't want him, other police departments will.

Eric recalled a real-life example of a patrol officer who deliberately caused trouble, committed murder in violation of regulations, and was subsequently dismissed from the local police department, but later continued to work for another police department.

There was another special case: he committed the crime while on the night shift.

Eric closed his eyes to rest, and as his thoughts drifted, a phrase came to mind.

The Los Angeles Police Department is the law during the day, but the underworld at night.

What does this mean? It means that at night, it is not uncommon for patrol officers to violate regulations or even break the law, and many things happen in places unknown to the public.

So nighttime isn't just a camouflage for others, as Daves said; it's also a camouflage for some patrol officers.

Just then, a noise reached his ears. Eric opened his eyes and looked up to see the door open, revealing Robert, an internal affairs officer from the West Canyon Police Department.

He looked at Eric, who had his arms crossed, with a helpless expression, walked over, pulled out a chair, and placed the documents and pen in his hand on the table.

The results of Eric's investigation are out, very quickly.

According to video footage recorded by law enforcement, as Eric and Annie stated, the black man made a gesture of grabbing and pointing a gun at Eric after hitting him.

Meanwhile, the three people inside the house also committed the deadly act of drawing their guns and attacking.

Eric's counterattack was flawless and clear throughout, so the result came quickly.

Of course, that means Eric. His situation is different from other patrol officers. He has undergone too much scrutiny, so the scrutiny process is different from others.

The only slightly suspicious thing is that Eric's actions were quite clear and his counterattack was swift, which contradicts his claim of having a blank mind.

Robert stared at Eric; to him, the guy was definitely doing this on purpose.

But on one side are so-called scum, even scum without IDs or with a criminal record, and on the other side is this 'celebrity' in front of you. Making a choice is not difficult.

The so-called Internal Affairs Department is responsible for the police department's internal discipline, oversight, and compliance matters, ensuring that members of the Los Angeles Police Department adhere to laws, regulations, and ethical standards to maintain the integrity and efficiency of the police force.

But actually, it's quite 'humane' in some ways.

"Sir, have the results come out yet? What will happen to me?"

Hearing Eric's words, Robert withdrew his many thoughts and looked at Eric, who looked serious and cautious, feeling utterly disgusted.

Having been at the West Canyon Police Department for so long, most of the interrogation work he was in charge of was brought in by this guy in front of him, so you can imagine how many times he had seen this face.

Damn, this is so disgusting!
He was having a wonderful dream at home, about a passionate game with a beautiful woman, but now it's all ruined because of this guy.

"It's out!" Robert said coldly, pushing the documents in front of him forward.

"Sign it. After you sign, Superintendent Daves will explain your arrangements."

Eric raised an eyebrow, glanced at the document in front of him, and seeing that there was no unexpected result, he felt quite satisfied. He picked up the pen and signed his name.

"I heard you only got back from two days off?" Robert said in a muffled voice.

Eric nodded. "It seems so?" he replied casually, pushing the signed document over.

"Sigh," Robert sighed, "Two days, only two days."

After saying that, under Eric's speechless gaze, he picked up the documents, stood up, and walked towards the door.

"Superintendent Daves is waiting for you outside."

Eric nodded, watching Robert walk out with the documents. He stretched and then got up and headed for the door. He was already wondering how many days of vacation he would have.

"Judging from Robert's attitude, it will probably be three days?"

After he went outside, Robert was nowhere to be seen; only Daves, with a blank expression, stood there staring at him.

"follow me!"

As always, Eric obediently followed Daves to his office.

Still the same taste.

Daves sat at his desk and tossed him another document.

"signature."

The outcome was never mentioned; Eric could only pick up the documents and speak as he went.

"Sir, what was the result?"

"Take a day off, and I'll be back at work the day after tomorrow!" Daves said.

Eric was a little surprised that the vacation time was getting shorter and shorter. It seemed that the impact of this matter was not as great as he had imagined. He guessed that there was something wrong with the identities of those black people who had long since gone to hell.

"Roger that!"

Eric grinned, picked up a pen, signed his name on the document, and, thinking of rookie Annie, asked...

"An intern police officer, Annie, is one too?"

After saying that, he pushed the signed document over.

Daves nodded, took the file, and put it in the drawer: "Stay home, don't leave Los Angeles, and don't cause trouble!"

His words were concise and to the point; it seemed Daves was too tired to waste any more words.

Eric said helplessly, "Sir, you must have some misunderstanding about me."

But Daves simply pointed to the doorway.

"Yes, sir!" Eric understood immediately, stood up straight, and shouted loudly.

"I will absolutely obey the police station's arrangements, stay home obediently, and behave myself! I will be in perfect condition to return to work the day after tomorrow!"

After saying this loudly, Eric turned and left, afraid that if he stayed too long, Daves would scold him again and spit in his face.

Click!

Eric came in quickly and left quickly.

Daves was left sitting there alone, staring at the closed door, and shook his head.

He didn't really care about the lives or deaths of those scumbags; what he cared about most was whether Eric's situation would affect his own career.

Sometimes, situations like Eric's definitely have some potential consequences.

"Is this guy really going to be a patrolman for life?" Daves sighed, thinking to himself.

To him, someone as outstanding as Eric shouldn't spend his whole life as a patrolman.

But there's nothing I can do; this guy is just too unconventional. I've only encountered one like him since I started working as a police officer.

"Never mind," Daves thought with a hint of helplessness.

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Eric was unaware of Daves's thoughts, and even if he did, he wouldn't care, because he didn't have any ideas at the moment.

He simply strode out of the somewhat empty police station, slipped out the back door, and into his Ford Raptor.

He silently recited the system's instructions, preparing to think about how to handle the newly acquired attribute points.

But before he could do anything, his phone suddenly rang.
(End of this chapter)