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

Chapter 161 Damn Fate (Please Subscribe and Vote)
"Eric!"

Stock leaned out from the passenger seat and reached out his hand to him:
"Long time no see. Are you lying in some woman's bed again, refusing to get up? Are you feeling weak? Should I find someone to take a look at you?"

Eric listened, his gaze lingering on the person sitting in the passenger seat.

This guy wore glasses, was thin, but looked completely unconcerned.

He also reached out and touched the other person's outstretched fist:

“Stock, if you could clean your mouth properly, I think you’d see me all the time.”

"Hahahaha!" Stock and the person in the driver's seat exchanged a glance and burst into laughter, completely ignoring Eric's words.

“Hey, Eric! I’ll keep an eye on him,” the man in the driver’s seat shouted.

“I hope so, Jack.” Eric rested one hand on the car window, looking at the burly man, and said calmly, his expression relaxed.

This guy's physique is getting more and more exaggerated; he's probably taken a lot of hormones to build muscle. He must be in great spirits right now.

"Good!"

Jack laughed a little exaggeratedly and turned to the police lane next to him.

"Ray! You're back in action? With you here, the residents of Los Angeles can finally get a good night's sleep."

Ray remained calm: "Jack, I hope it's really like you said."

“Hey, how are you guys, Little Lei Lei? Are you guys masturbating over there?” Stock asked.

Eric's lips twitched; this guy's mouth was as foul as ever.

Upon hearing this, Eric knew that the two were about to bully the newcomer.

Sure enough, Jack immediately retorted to Ray, "Look at this newbie, are they asking you to deflower their newbie? Ray."

Ray didn't say anything, but Jack went straight to Holland, who had been watching.

Hello, newbie!

Holland was not used to the situation for a moment; he was a little slow to react and tried to respond.

But Jack, who suddenly turned cold and stared intently at him, interrupted, "Hey! Don't fucking stare at me, newbie!"

As Jack spoke, he climbed his upper body out of the car window, looking quite imposing and terrifying.

"Look down at the dashboard, you little bitch!"

Holland was momentarily stunned by the imposing manner and those words, and his gaze subconsciously shifted.

This amused Jack, and he and Stock, who was watching the show, burst into laughter.

Ray looked at Jack and Stock with a helpless expression, but did not speak up for his students, because in his mind, this kind of thing was normal.

Eric seemed to hear Ray's thoughts. He shook his head inwardly. He was different. No one could bully his people in front of him.

Of course, he doesn't care about that in private. Working in the police station is like working in a pack of wolves, where strength is paramount and if you're afraid, you'll be kicked out and eliminated by the group.

“Hey! I was just kidding, kid, you really are! Hahaha!” Jack leaned back against the car window and said to Holland, whose face had darkened.

Stockk chimed in loudly, "Why the long face! Can't the newbie take a joke?"

"Haha!" Jack laughed loudly, "What's your name! Newbie!"

Holland glanced at Ray instinctively, then finally took a deep breath and said...

"Nick!"

Jack shouted, "I can't hear you! Say it louder! I can't hear you!"

Eric shook his head and said something in his place:

"I heard everything, Jack! Are you sure you didn't hear it?"

If these two keep going, things might really get ugly. The more timid the newcomer is, the more excited these two will become.

Jack turned to Eric, shrugged, and said, "Okay, I think I heard that too. Ah, his name is Nick!"

At this point, he turned to look at the newcomer:
"Hey! Kid, have you heard of Eric and Ray's glorious history? Wow! Just thinking about it gives me a burst of energy!"
Because of this history, Eric was demoted and put on leave, while Ray sat in his office for two months.” Eric subconsciously glanced at Ray across the two men.

“That’s enough, Jack!” Eric said calmly.

"Are you that free?"

Eric's calm voice rang out, silencing Jack. He let the newcomer go and touched his cheek.

"No! Eric, do you see this wound? I caught a little poisonous insect last week, and that damn bastard dared to fight back, scratching my face and making me bleed. Can you believe it?"
I might contract some terrible disease, like tuberculosis or AIDS.
I still remember what he looked like: 170 cm tall and 59 kg.

At this point, Jack said in a deep voice:

"He escaped last night, and we're looking for him. I'm definitely going to teach that little bastard a lesson! I'm going to knock out all his teeth, arrest him, and let those bastards in the detention room take turns ravaging his genitals!"

Eric said, "So you're here, and the conclusion is that person escaped here? You want to cause trouble here?"

"Yap! My God, Eric, you're so smart!" Jack exclaimed, moved.

"Come on, Jack." Eric, too lazy to deal with this nasty guy, gestured to Ray on the other end of the line as if he were making a phone call.

"gone."

Ray nodded.

“Eric! We’re friends, right?” Jack’s voice came through the phone.

"friend!"

Eric sighed, controlled the car with one hand, stuck his hand out the window and gave a thumbs-up in response, then drove away.

“Hey! Stock! Eric is my friend! He considers me a friend!” Jack said to Stock as he watched the taillights of the car disappear into the distance, his face full of emotion.

Stock chuckled: "Yap! Friend!"

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"10-L (single patrol unit)-11, resume patrol."

The dispatch center called from the car: "Roger!"

Eric put down the walkie-talkie and drove the car aimlessly, waiting for the police to report the incident, because in his eyes, the streets were deserted.

The streets were so empty you could hear your own breathing; there were hardly any pedestrians in sight.

The streetlights stretched along the street, barely illuminating the paved sidewalk, the parked vehicles, and the closed roller shutters of the shops along the street.

Most of the huge, brightly colored signs have been turned off, leaving only a few 24-hour convenience stores or fast food restaurants, which still emit pale or glaring fluorescent light, standing out conspicuously in the deserted night.

It doesn't look prosperous at all; it feels like a dead city.

At this time of day, people still walking on the streets are generally considered to be in serious danger.

At that moment, a radio announcement came over the loudspeaker: "Attention all units, the Los Angeles County Sheriff has just released a description of a fugitive who has committed multiple robberies and assaults, and there is evidence that he has just fled to Los Angeles."

An African American male, approximately 178 cm tall, of medium build, wearing a white vest, green camouflage pants, and pink sneakers.

As Eric listened to the report, he watched the green light at the intersection turn red, then stopped his car and waited for the light to turn red before picking up his walkie-talkie.

"10-L-11, received!"

He glanced subconsciously at the person appearing on the sidewalk. He had noticed them before they even drove over, but that one glance caused Eric's pupils to shrink slightly.

The African American man, who was about 180 centimeters tall, was wearing a white vest, green camouflage pants, and pink sneakers. He was swaggering across the zebra crossing in front of him and walking towards the other side of the street.

It seems that even though there were no cars around, the other person was still patiently waiting for the green light.

"Damn luck."

Eric watched this scene and couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.

This is truly the capriciousness of fate.

(End of this chapter)