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

Chapter 164 Dark work
This information alone is enough to show that McCall is a good shot, after all, a nail gun is not a firearm.

There are also traces of the Mozambican shooting method here, which is torso control and final kill, similar to fighting monsters in a game, causing them to freeze, and then delivering a critical hit.

However, his ability to carry out assassinations is truly enviable; he really needs to practice it diligently.

Eric recalled his infiltration of the factory, looked at Nick's lifeless body, and took out his walkie-talkie: "10-L-11, Code 4 (Safe, no unit intervention required) Code 10-66 Unusual Incident, Body Found, Requesting notification of the on-duty commander."

Dispatch Center: "Received!"

Upon hearing the reply, Eric turned and left.

The rest was no longer his concern as a low-ranking patrolman; if the sky fell, there were always taller people to hold it up.

Of course, he did not deny the seriousness of the matter.

With so many victims, plus so many strangers dying in the mall, the nature of this incident is definitely very serious.

Not only was the on-duty commander Daves present, but even the higher-ranking Inspector Grey, the division chief of the West Canyon Police Department, was alerted and rushed to the scene from his home.

Suddenly, the peaceful night became a bit noisy again.

The shopping mall was surrounded by numerous law enforcement vehicles, including not only patrol officers but also some detectives.

Eric even discovered that the FBI was present at the scene.

"When you first arrived at the scene, did you find anything?" Daves asked the young patrolman, noticing his somewhat detached gaze as he observed the situation.

Eric snapped back to reality and shook his head firmly. He certainly couldn't let anyone know that McCall was connected to him.

McCall's existence can be confirmed by his colleagues at the mall, but it should never be said by him.

“Report! Sir, when I arrived at the scene, I found the ground littered with corpses,” Eric said firmly, then asked tentatively in a low voice.

"Sir, is this a serious matter? I think I see the FBI involved."

Based on his understanding of this parallel world, the Los Angeles Police Department is undoubtedly the dominant force in maintaining order in Los Angeles.

Because of conflicting interests, police officers in various states and cities generally do not have much affection for the FBI, whose functions are essentially the same. In the investigation of major cases, although it is said that the FBI takes over, in reality, in many cases, the investigation is carried out on-site by local police officers, and the results are then given to the FBI.

Daves frowned slightly, glanced back at the scene behind him, and said in a deep voice, "The person who died inside was a notorious fugitive, which is why the FBI came."

“Oh~” Eric nodded to indicate that he had taken it to heart. According to Nick’s identity information, this guy was indeed on the United States’ wanted list. He continued.

"Sir, wait a minute, what about me?"

Before he could finish speaking, Daves understood: "Send me the video from your body camera later, then continue doing what you're supposed to do. We will cooperate with the FBI to investigate this matter; it has nothing to do with you."

A few patrol officers are enough to maintain order here; there's no need to keep a capable man like Eric here. He should be let out to do his job properly.

Sure enough, when the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. Taking it to the extreme, he was just a low-ranking patrolman who discovered the crime scene. Eric was naturally happy to accept this and nodded and stepped forward.

"Yes! Sir!"

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After greeting Will and his backup, Eric returned to his police car.

Using the notebook above, he sent the video footage from his body camera to Daves, then glanced at the noisy scene and, like an outsider with no connection, quickly left the place.

What happened here is no longer his concern.

"Another related mission, damn it! Can anyone tell me what's going on behind the scenes?"

FBI agent Brady, who was present at the scene, also felt a headache when he saw Nick's body.

He investigated the luncheon meat factory, the criminal dens, and who was behind the bribery remittances.

A man named Pushkin began to emerge from the situation, but because so many important figures were involved, the headquarters' investigation seemed to slow down after he reported the situation back.

From this, he realized that the investigation would be very difficult.

Bragi looked at Nick on the investigation list and said to his colleague beside him.

"To be honest, now it's not just you who's starting to be curious; I'm starting to wonder too who this 'great guy' really is!"

A colleague comforted him, saying, "If you're really curious, you'll have to ask headquarters. Apparently, this 'good guy' anonymously sent all the detailed evidence of the crimes to someone."

“Is this Jason, a veteran of the BAU department?” Bragi asked.

"Why do you think this anonymous, kind person would pass it on to Jason?"

Within the FBI, everyone knows Jason, and his assistance is often needed for some very difficult cases.

My colleague shrugged: "I don't know. Maybe the nice guy thinks Jason is a nice guy, but he really is a nice guy, isn't he?"

Bragi seemed to want to say something, but nodded anyway. His partner was right; Jason was indeed a well-known good guy in the FBI.

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An Explorer patrol car was driving rather slowly, aimlessly cruising down the highway.

"10-L-11, resume patrol."

"Roger that!"

Upon hearing the dispatch center's reply, Eric put down the walkie-talkie and, as usual, glanced at his watch.

[3:35] Time slipped away unnoticed.

He only had two hours left before he was supposed to get off work.

The two hours passed in the blink of an eye.

But Eric remembered Ray.

"I wonder how his investigation is going."

Eric thought to himself that he was indeed a little worried about things here, because he had met the girl Mia and still remembered her calling him "Uncle" again and again.

He wasn't worried about Ray not having any news, because a veteran patrolman who had been on duty in Los Angeles for over twenty years had more information channels than most people could imagine. No one would dare say that he knew Los Angeles better than a veteran patrolman who had been on duty diligently for over twenty years.

One reason why detectives are recruited internally, with a focus on veteran patrol officers, is because of the connections they have built up. Familiar vendors or individuals can act as their surveillance cameras.

Just then, Eric's personal cell phone, which he always carried with him, suddenly vibrated, and a thought struck him.

"coming?"

Eric parked his car haphazardly on the side of the road and took out his phone.

The caller ID on the screen was the one he was thinking of: Ray.

The call connected: "Lei?"

Ray's voice was somewhat low: "Are you free now, Eric?"

Eric said, "Of course."

Ray said, "Okay, let's go to Wilmington."

"OK!" Eric hung up the phone without hesitation, gripped the steering wheel, slammed on the gas, and drove towards Wilmington.

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After arriving at the destination.

There was a police car parked there with its engine off.

Lei was standing at the back of the car, sitting on it and smoking. Next to him was a large backpack.

Under his gaze, Eric pulled the car over to the side, rested one hand on the window, and watched Ray toss away his cigarette butt, pick up his briefcase, and stand up.

“Ray.” Ray: “Eric.”

Eric glanced at the off-road police car: "Where's that rookie?"

As Lei spoke, he walked over and said, "After the training ended, I just found a car and took him home."

Eric nodded and asked, "So, did you find out?"

"Okay." Lei nodded, walked towards the passenger seat, opened the door, and got in.

“A friend of mine had an informant who brought me some information.”

Eric looked at Ray sitting in the passenger seat and nodded.

So? Is it good news or bad news?

“I don’t know, but it sounds terrible, absolutely terrible, f***ing!” Ray’s face turned quite grim.

"He mentioned the area near Highway 105, in the Southgate and Lynwood area, saying that the 187 gang's red-label drugs were made there, and then the kids would go to transport the drugs and bring them back."

As Ray spoke, his voice became devoid of emotion: "He said that if Mia is really in the hands of the 187 gang, then she should be over there."

Eric pursed his lips and continued listening, his expression not good either. This was not good news; he had originally thought the destination was in Los Angeles.

Southgate and Lynwood are not within the city limits of Los Angeles; that is, they are independent incorporated cities with their own city governments and police departments.

Both are located in the southeastern part of Los Angeles County, adjacent to the southeastern border of the city of Los Angeles.

The area was in the suburbs, a place that was relatively unfamiliar to him.

“They throw those disgusting parties, Eric, you’ve heard about them too,” Ray said in a deep voice.

He had certainly heard that the country he lived in could be quite disgusting at times, with far too many grotesque habits and quirks.

And what else could a party involve children? It's nothing more than those...
“The address has changed. You can withdraw, Eric,” Ray said seriously to Eric. He understood if Eric chose to withdraw.

Mia is the daughter of Jim, his partner of ten years, while Jim and Eric are at most just friends.

Moreover, this address is outside Eric's patrol area. If he is found to be conducting illegal activities outside his patrol area while enforcing the law in another city, his police uniform could very well be stripped off.

Eric's withdrawal was understandable.

“Ray, this joke isn’t funny,” Eric said, frowning.
"Miva called me uncle, okay? So, what's your plan?"

However, just as Eric uttered those words, his eyes flickered slightly.

A notification suddenly popped into my mind that a mission had been triggered.

[Trigger Task]
[Rescue complete]
[Completion Reward: +0.5]
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This sudden suggestion caught Eric off guard.

Ray noticed a flicker of emotion in Eric's eyes and took a deep breath.

“A friend of mine parked his car for me at the intersection near Willoughbrook.”

"OK!"

Eric temporarily suppressed his thoughts about the system and casually pressed the accelerator, steering the police car towards Werbrooke.

He understood what Lei meant.

It's nothing more than starting to do some shady work, which is normal. Which veteran patrolman hasn't done shady work?

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At midnight, the streets of Welobrook were as deserted as an abandoned riverbed.

A black-and-white Explorer patrol car glided silently through the silence like a ghost ship.

"It's that black sedan, the license plate matches."

As Lei's voice rang out, Eric nodded and drove the police car into the entrance of a secluded alleyway beside the road.

Then it stopped.

The engine is turned off.

Then he looked at Lei, who was sitting in the passenger seat. Lei was opening his briefcase and taking out a hat and a mask, which he handed over.

Eric's lips twitched imperceptibly upwards; from Ray's movements alone, he sensed the scent of someone who had done countless dirty jobs.

Sure enough, no veteran patrol officer is as simple as they seem.

Without much thought, Eric took it and started putting it on, then took off his name tag and everything else he was wearing, including the body camera that had been switched off.

At this moment, Ray also took out his hat and mask and put them on. Then, under Eric's watchful eye, he took out a piece of duct tape from them.

"I think it's best to seal it off?"

Eric shrugged, as if a novice were listening to an experienced driver:
"You're an experienced driver, so I'll listen to you."

Lei nodded: "Okay, I'll do it."

“OK!” Eric nodded, watching him get out of the car with his backpack. Just now, he had glimpsed the shadow of a shotgun inside, and there was a dark mass below that he didn’t know what it was.

Eric sighed inwardly. In his opinion, these black guns were probably the stockpile that Ray had accumulated by looting from one police case after another.

Eric wondered if he should do the same thing in the future.
Seeing Ray already busy outside, Eric picked up the walkie-talkie: "10-L-11, suspend communications, code 42 ending tour of duty."

Dispatch Center: "10-L-11, please confirm whether to suspend duty."

Eric calmly replied, "Confirmed!"

Dispatch Center: "Received!"

After hearing the reply, Eric checked the things inside the car and turned off everything, including the computer.

Only after completing this step did Eric push open the door and get out of the car.

Ray had just finished his work and looked at Eric without saying a word.

“Let’s go, buddy,” Eric said calmly.

Lei took a deep breath and led the way toward the car parked at the intersection.

Eric followed behind, instinctively glancing around at the surroundings.

Lei's friend did choose a good spot; there were no cameras around, and it was also secluded.

However, this is normal, as four o'clock in the morning is precisely the time when humans are most tired.

Seeing Ray get into the driver's seat, Eric consciously went to the passenger seat, opened the door, and got in.

Compared to Ray, he was completely unfamiliar with the situation outside of Los Angeles.

He wouldn't even say he was familiar with Los Angeles.

"Here you go, get ready first." Lei handed over the backpack.

"OK!"

Eric took the backpack, placed it at his feet, unzipped it, and prepared to search inside to see what was inside.

hum!
The black sedan began to move slowly, heading towards the southeastern border of Los Angeles under Ray's control.

At this point, Eric also began to realize what kind of 'weapon of mass destruction' was inside the backpack.

(End of this chapter)