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

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The phone suddenly rang in the silence, the ringtone was very loud.

Eric narrowed his eyes slightly; not many people knew his private number.

Who would call at this time?

Eric muttered to himself, then temporarily ignored the virtual window in front of him and picked up his phone to take a look.

The caller turned out to be someone he hadn't expected—Mick.

The gym owner was also the brother of the person he had asked to train Tifa.

Eric frowned habitually, a few thoughts flashing through his mind in an instant.

Was he being harassed by thugs? But that's unlikely; he deliberately cleared out the area around the boxing gym to keep things quiet.

That leaves only the reason of Tifa's brother.

Thinking of this, Eric inexplicably felt that something had indeed happened, and he answered the phone.

"Mick?"

“Eric, has your brother-in-law gotten into some trouble?” Mick asked in a deep voice.

It was indeed because of Tifa's brother.

Eric's thoughts turned to the Rusty Harbor gang, and he frowned.

"Why do you say that?"

“I’ve noticed someone’s been watching him these past few days,” Mick’s voice rang out.

"I initially thought it was just a coincidence, but after reviewing the surveillance footage, it doesn't seem to be a coincidence."

He paused for a moment and continued, "Because that car only moves when your brother-in-law leaves. Although it's not obvious, it seems to me that your brother-in-law has probably gotten into some trouble, so I wanted to tell you."

Upon hearing this, Eric's eyes narrowed slightly: "Mick, can you see the people inside the car?"

“They don’t look like people from around here; they look like they’re from the Russian side,” Mick replied.

As expected, it was the influence of the Rust Iron Harbor gang. The moment Eric heard the word "Russian," he immediately thought of the Grizzly Gang.

Eric sighed inwardly. He was naturally prepared, but instead of harassing the FBI, the other party was targeting innocent ordinary people.

"Mick, are you still at the boxing gym?"

"exist!"

"wait for me."

After hanging up the phone, Eric started the car, drove out of the police station parking lot, and headed towards the boxing gym.

-

The night is dark.

A dilapidated hall.

Mick, whose hair was already gray, was sitting at the front desk of his own boxing gym, staring at the computer screen in front of him.

The screen is displaying real-time monitoring footage from outside.

Not long after, a brand-new muscle pickup truck slowly appeared in the frame. Seeing the man get out of the truck, he breathed a sigh of relief and got up to walk towards the door.

Just as he reached the door, he heard a knock. Mick glanced through the peephole to make sure it was Eric before opening the door.

Eric nodded to Mick and walked in.

“Aren’t you on the night shift?” Mick asked Eric as he closed the door.

"You're here so quickly? Are you off work?"

"How did you know I was on the night shift?" Eric glanced around and replied casually.

Mick closed the door: "You probably don't know how famous you are now, so what's so strange about me knowing you work the night shift? It's not just me, a lot of people who hang out on the streets here know you work the night shift."

Eric raised an eyebrow, having some idea of ​​what was going on, but he couldn't be bothered with it.

“I’m on vacation, Mick.”

Mick paused, looking at Eric: "You've only been working for two days?"

Eric said, "It's a long story, Mick. I want to see the surveillance video."

Upon hearing this, Mick could only suppress his thoughts and walked over, saying, "I already prepared it for you."

Eric silently followed Mick into the front desk and stood by watching him operate the equipment.

“This is the first one,” Mick said. “I didn’t even know they were here at this time. I found it after I checked again.”

Eric's eyes remained expressionless as he stared at the computer screen.

The screen showed a video clip in which Tifa's brother Genos and Terry drove away at 10:30 p.m. A black Ford Fusion suddenly appeared and followed them.

If it's just like that, there's nothing unusual about it.

When Mick pulled up another surveillance video, the car reappeared and followed him again, which indicated a problem.

And it wasn't just these two times, there was a third time.

It was on this third occasion that the observant Mick noticed the anomaly, because he remembered seeing it before.

“This is for tonight,” Mick said.

Eric watched silently as Genos and Terry continued to leave around 11 o'clock, and the black Ford Fusion reappeared on the surveillance video.

From the image that Mick deliberately paused and zoomed in on, he could see that the person sitting in the passenger seat was indeed Russian.

This time, they can't escape being implicated by the Grizzly Gang.

Eric patted Mick on the shoulder.

"Thanks, Mick."

Mick shrugged, looking completely unconcerned.

The fact that his little boxing gym can still exist is all thanks to this young man, so this is nothing.

“I quite like that Genos kid,” Mick said, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

"He has a strong fighting spirit! He trains very hard!! And that girl named Terry is also very nice."

He paused for a moment, then continued under Eric's surprised gaze, "To be honest, when I heard she had no relatives, I was even considering adopting her as my goddaughter!"

Eric smiled, looking at the times shown in the surveillance video and the periods when Genos and Terry came out each time, feeling somewhat gratified.

"Okay, I support you."

After saying that, Eric walked towards the door.

"To be honest, do you need my help, Eric?" Mick asked.

"I have a friend who works in a special industry, and he owes me a favor."

Eric stopped and interrupted Mick.

"No need, keep this favor for your retirement."

Mick remained silent.

Eric nodded to him, opened the door, and went out.

Although I don't know who Mick's friend is, judging from Mick's tone, his friend must be very powerful.

Unfortunately, he might be facing the behemoth that is the Grizzly Gang, and Mick has nothing to do with this, nor does he want to involve Mick.

I had a feeling this old guy was no ordinary person before, and now, seeing his skillful computer operation and meticulous mind, it's clear he's something special.
Adding to what he just said, the old man is most likely here to retire in this small place.

Since that's the case, he shouldn't harm elderly people who are in need of care.

-

"Speaking of which, a special industry? What exactly defines a special industry?"

Eric couldn't understand it, so he simply sat back in the Ford Raptor, looked down, and silently opened the hatch inside to take out a pistol.

He's been carrying the same Beretta M9A3 lately.

This made him even more eager to customize a handgun, but he's been too busy lately and hasn't had time to get started yet.

Eric then pulled out an Osprey silencer from the depths of the hidden compartment and slowly screwed it on.

First, I did a routine check to make sure there were no problems. After putting it away properly, I started the engine, stepped on the gas, and drove away.

The car was heading in the same direction that Genos had just left.

This scene was also reflected on the computer screen at the front desk of the boxing gym. Mick stared silently at the disappearing taillights, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the edge of the drawer.

He abruptly pulled open the drawer and pulled out a worn-out, old-fashioned keypad phone.

But after staring at the small screen for a moment, struggling with his expression, he finally just sighed heavily and stuffed it back into the depths of the drawer.

"damn it!"

(End of this chapter)