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

Chapter 143 Waiting for the rabbit
Eric turned and went back into the house, sitting down in his previous spot. He began to organize the information he had and how to plan for the trouble that was about to come.

The dangerous thing is that these people have not yet come to light.

The comparative advantage is that this group of people doesn't seem to have found him yet, which means they are unaware of his existence.

"In that case."

Eric took out his phone and pulled up the surveillance video from Mick's boxing gym that he had saved.

Once the black Ford Fusion drove off, I quickly tapped to pause the video, then used two fingers to widen the paused screen.

Eric stared at the license plate on the car, silently memorized it, then found Weston's phone number and dialed it.

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A brightly lit street-side restaurant.

This area is home to many patrol officers from the West Canyon Police Department.

In the corner in front of the mobile food truck sat several veteran patrol officers, including Will, Weston, and others.

The sound of complaining came from Darren.

"Shit! Eric is on vacation again."

Will calmly crossed his arms and said, "I heard he killed four people. Can you do that?"

Darren said, "Of course not, that's obvious."

“Oh!” Weston scoffed, “the benevolent gun of the West Canyon Police Department.”

Darren, seemingly unconcerned, picked up his coffee cup, took a sip, and said, "I'm under a lot of pressure without Eric around."

Will and Weston exchanged speechless glances.

Meanwhile, the newbies on the other side were also discussing Annie, especially Jonah, whose face was full of envy.

"Do you think that if I were working for Commander Eric, I'd be on vacation all the time?"

Benny said, "I have a feeling it will. As far as I know, it seems that Commander Eric's days off and days on duty are about 50/50."

"Wow! This is so awesome!" Jonah exclaimed, a hint of pressure flashing in his eyes.

"Guys, how many emergency calls have you handled?"

Benny said, "Seven times."

The young Black men all answered: "Five times!"

But Lucy's answer stunned everyone:

"once."

Lucy calmly said, "Don't look at me like that. I don't know how my instructor managed to do this either. I'm more eager to answer the call than any of you!"

Jonah cursed under his breath: "Shit! You guys are so nice, I've done it eleven times!"
Damn it, it's only the first half of the night, and this amount is already equivalent to two days' worth of food!
To be honest, I'm so envious of Annie! She must be thoroughly enjoying this wonderful nightlife right now.

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“That’s why I like Eric,” Weston said.

"One shot, one trashy black guy! Just thinking about it is awesome!"

Darren looked at Weston as if he were a psychopath, and quietly moved a little closer to Will: "Will, how about we go together later?"

Will said, "My area is closer to Koreatown. Do you want to come along?"

Darren shook his head violently and moved the chair back to its original position. He had heard that there were frequent reports of shootings in Koreatown, and he was not going there.

Seeing this, Weston wanted to say something, but a ringtone suddenly rang out beside him, attracting everyone's attention.

Weston frowned and subconsciously took out his phone. Calls this late usually meant something was wrong, and his first thought was that something had happened at home.

To his surprise, the caller ID on his phone screen was Eric.

Meeting his colleagues' gazes, Weston said, "It's Eric on the phone."

Will and Darren exchanged a glance.

“Eric?” Weston answered the phone.

"Is something wrong?"

Eric's voice rang out: "Yes, you're having a meal?"

Weston said, "Hmm."

On the other side, Eric looked into the void and said, "Check a license plate number for me, and if possible, also check the address where the license plate is registered." Tracing the origin of a car is still faster and more accurate through official channels.

Unfortunately, he was already off work, so he could only rely on his colleagues' connections. He wasn't afraid of what Weston and his group might do.

As the old saying goes, beneath the silent blue walls, the patrol officers on the streets are the most united.

Conversely, if Weston and his group needed his help, he would also help them. That's why these people invited him to their dinner party.

Upon hearing this, not only Weston's expression changed, but Will and the others did as well.

The group exchanged glances, but Weston neither pressed for details nor refused to answer.
"OK! I'll get back to you in a bit."

“Okay.” Eric didn’t say thank you, but simply hung up the phone and sent each clear screenshot to Weston’s phone.

next second.

Weston glanced at the group and said, "I'm leaving now!"

Will, Darren, and the others nodded.

Weston immediately stood up, looked towards the rookie's group, and shouted, "Hey! Benny! Let's go!"

As Weston walked toward his patrol car, he pulled up the information he had just received, noticing the license plate number and car model. He then pulled out his walkie-talkie and said...

"10-A (Two-person patrol unit) -15! Calling dispatch center, resume duty!"

Dispatch Center: "Received!"

Once he reached the police car, Weston opened the driver's side door, got in, and looked at the laptop next to him.

This notebook has many uses. It is the main tool for patrol officers to conduct information inquiries, verify license plates and ID cards, and can also be used to swipe cards on the side. It can also be used to investigate the identity information of suspects, etc.

Therefore, it is also possible to investigate all the information under the license plate.

Weston began by accessing the state DMV database (vehicle registration information) through the laptop, and then entered the license plate number he had just noted down.
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呲呲!

Eric felt his phone vibrate and picked it up to look at it.

Weston's reply has arrived.

It contains not only detailed information about the vehicle but also its registered address.

324 Grand Street.

What made him shudder was that the car's information was clean, with no outstanding traffic violations.

So there are two possibilities: either the identity is fake or real, or the car owner was murdered.

But regardless, having this real address is enough.

Eric then got up, walked out of the house, closed the door, got back into his car, and drove away.

The direction I'm heading is the address I just received.

He had no intention of making a move tonight.

Because if they wanted to take action, they had to wait until all of Tifa's family members had left.

Otherwise, taking action tonight would only alert the enemy, which would be counterproductive.

So the current objective is to investigate the enemy situation and try to find out all the enemies hiding in the shadows.

It's not too late to deal with all the threats after Tifa's family leaves.

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Two o'clock in the morning.

324 Grand Street.

A Ford Raptor with its lights off slowly emerged from the thick darkness of the night and finally stopped on the side of the street.

Eric stared at a detached villa not far ahead, shrouded in darkness. He pulled down his seat, hiding himself deep inside the car, yawned, and stared at the vehicle in that direction.

The car was a black Ford Fusion, and the license plate was California 5A0J230.

He decided to wait and see what happened, since it wouldn't be long before dawn.

Eric closed his eyes and began to rest.

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(End of this chapter)