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

Chapter 183: Family Extermination

The local FBI field office in Philadelphia.

Today was the first time the planes were in such a busy state.

Having just finished screening the plane's passengers, Moreno tossed the documents in his hand onto his desk, plopped down, and loosened his tie.

His partner, who was also sitting next to him, picked up the document Moreno had tossed on the table, glanced at it, and looked surprised.

"The Los Angeles Police Department is actually supporting this guy?"

Moreno let out a sigh of relief: "That's normal. If you look at his file, you'll understand why the Los Angeles Police Department would speak up for him."

Upon hearing this, his partner subconsciously flipped through the pages and gasped in shock, because all the information about that patrolman's resume was there.

Besides what the other party did, there are also the numerous medals they have accumulated.

For example, the Medal of Courage signifies that the patrol officer once single-handedly confronted multiple armed criminals and rescued hostages.

There are also medals for pulling people out of burning vehicles or for being wounded in a gunfight but still managing to kill a suspect.

There are even lifesaving medals for successfully performing CPR on someone experiencing cardiac arrest or preventing a suicidal person from jumping off a building.

Besides all that, this patrolman was also incredibly wealthy.

Damn it, comparing yourself to others is just awful.

"No wonder he told us to try not to reveal his presence on social media," his partner remarked.

"Because he doesn't need these empty rewards at all."

After this patrolman passes the screening and review, all that awaits him are benefits, fame, government medals, and so on.

But the other party ultimately refused all offers, only asking for a small reward or compensation from the airline.

This is the result of negotiations between the two parties.

"Someone like him is only a second-level patrol officer?" After reviewing Eric's file, his partner glanced at Moreno.

Moreno squinted and calmly said, "Maybe this is just a special hobby of rich people. They like to seek out some thrills. Otherwise, all that skill would be wasted."

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hotel.

Eric carried a bag to the third floor, found his room 3012, took out the key card he had received from the airline's reception representative, and tapped it on the adjacent sensor area.

Beep! The motion sensor light changes from red to green.

Eric casually turned the doorknob and opened the door to go inside.

Delta Air Lines is a large company, so in order to appease passengers, the hotel they booked was naturally quite nice, a four-star hotel.

Eric closed the door behind him and walked in, observing the room as he went.

"It's alright, nothing special," Eric quickly commented.

He subconsciously looked into the bathroom. In the past, he would have gone in to take a shower, but now that his luggage had been burned on the plane and he had no change of clothes, he had no intention of taking a shower for the time being.

Eric sat on the sofa and began searching the contents of the small bag.

This is Delta Airlines' initial compensation offer to him, including so-called merchandise vouchers, free round-the-world airfare, and compensation for the interruption of this trip.

Some passengers chose to stay at the free hotel first, enjoy themselves for a while, and then set off, while others chose to rest at the hotel for a while before continuing their journey.

He is the latter.

Therefore, Delta Airlines covers all subsequent travel expenses, including airfares, train tickets, and so on.

After this incident and witnessing the plane explosion, Eric is now too afraid to fly anymore, so he has chosen to drive himself, because from here he can get directly to Quantico by taking the I-95 highway.

The entire journey is approximately 180 miles and takes about 3 hours.

To his surprise, perhaps because of his significant role in preventing a fatal crash and public relations crisis, Delta Airlines generously told him that further compensation would be transferred to his account in cash.

The total compensation is $510,000, including $10,000 for lost luggage, as well as $500,000 for liability compensation, insurance compensation, and compensation for emotional distress.

However, the prerequisite for these compensations is that he signs a relevant agreement and waives his right to sue.

Eric found it troublesome and the compensation was already sufficient, so he signed.

"With public relations this good, Delta Airlines truly lives up to its reputation as a major airline." After checking and confirming there were no problems, Eric let out a sigh of relief, though a hint of fatigue showed in his eyes.

You should know that he worked late last night, doing odd jobs and taking care of the children.

That's bad enough, but even taking a flight can't be peaceful, and we can encounter such a terrible incident.

In addition, there is the FBI's screening and review.

Although Eric hasn't felt anything physically yet after this process, he is still a bit mentally exhausted.

"This luck is just unbelievable," Eric muttered, before going into the bathroom to wash his face.

After taking a short break, Eric declined the psychological counseling offered by Delta Airlines and returned to his original seat.

Access the official website of a mainstream car rental platform like Enterprise using your mobile phone.

As for why Enterprise was chosen, it's because its service is more stable, it has the most locations in Philadelphia, it supports one-way rentals, and it includes a wide range of insurance options.

The price will be a little higher, but with the recent compensation of $510,000, this amount is just a drop in the ocean.

Eric took a photo of his driver's license, uploaded it, linked his credit card, randomly selected a comfortable Mercedes-Benz E-Class, quickly filled in the address, and then signed the electronic car rental contract online to place the order.

Now, he can set off as soon as the email notification arrives.

I glanced at the time: [16:34]
"It will be evening by the time we arrive," Eric thought helplessly.

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"Your vehicle: Mercedes-Benz E-Class (PA license plate JKL-7890) is parked in compartment B, space 07 of the Philadelphia Center store. Unlock the door using the app; the key is inside the vehicle."

While the passengers were still enjoying the benefits arranged by Delta Airlines, Eric received an email message, chose to check out quietly, and picked up his car at the rental location.

The Mercedes-Benz E-Class offers a good driving experience. Although the interior space felt a bit cramped for him, the overall feeling was good.

Eric checked the surroundings, tossed everything he had onto the passenger seat, started the engine, and drove off, gliding onto the highway and heading straight for I-95.

Not long after, a Mercedes appeared on I-95 highway.

Eric's fingers tapped lightly on the car's walnut steering wheel.

Inside the car, soothing music flowed from the Burmester sound system. The instrument panel displayed a speed of 75 miles per hour, and the adaptive cruise control was precisely maintaining a safe distance from the vehicle in front.

Eric stared out the windshield and couldn't help but yawn lazily.

I-95 is a typical American highway, showcasing a typical American highway landscape, with heavy trucks mixed in and quite conspicuous.

But this also means that the highway is quite wide, and the sunset glow turns the roadside signs a golden-red.

All of this made Eric feel genuinely comfortable. Driving was so much better; those damn airplanes were truly torturous.

Suddenly, a piercing roar exploded in his ears, and Eric subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror.

A seemingly modified Dodge Challenger was weaving through traffic in a zigzag pattern, heading straight for him.

At the same time, Eric heard the wailing of sirens, a continuous and urgent siren signaling an emergency. At that moment, Eric knew exactly what was happening.

It's nothing more than encountering the so-called real-life scenes from GTA games, with police chases and modified muscle cars engaging in life-or-death races against police vehicles.

There's no peace and quiet anywhere.

Whoosh! Eric could only watch helplessly as the modified Dodge Challenger, like a cannonball, instantly overtook him and weaved through the traffic in front of him.

Behind him, a Ford Explorer with bright blue and white State Trooper stripes roared past in the lane beside him, relentlessly chasing the recklessly speeding Dodge Challenger.

"Keep it up, buddy."

Eric looked up at the helicopter closely following him overhead, a slight smile playing on his lips, and steered the car onto the adjacent ramp.

After driving a little further, we'll reach Quantico.

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Half past eight in the evening.

A BMW Mini Cooper five-door slowly pulled up and stopped on the quiet street. Tifa looked at her dark house, took a deep breath, picked up a pile of documents left on the passenger seat, got out of the car, and walked slowly toward her rented house.

During this time, she had learned to drive. As Tifa walked into the front yard, she took out her keys. Just then, she reached the door, inserted the key into the lock, turned the key, and pushed the door open to go inside.

But in that instant, a dark shadow suddenly attacked! Tifa was startled and before she could react, she was subdued by the shadow.

"it's me!"

Hearing those familiar words, Tifa stopped struggling and stared blankly at Eric, who had suddenly appeared before her and nearly scared her to death.

"hey-hey!"

Seeing Eric's smug grin, Tifa felt no joy, only fury.

“I’ll bite you to death!” She opened her mouth and bit Eric’s shoulder viciously. Damn it! This guy almost gave her a heart attack.

-

The indoor lighting was gently dimmed, with a beam of warm yellow light pouring down from the overhead chandelier, precisely illuminating the dining table covered with a beige tablecloth.

On the table were freshly baked main courses: roasted salmon fillets, homemade cream of mushroom soup, cream of corn porridge, and a large plate of slow-roasted pork ribs.
A large plate of roasted mixed vegetables, with bright red bell pepper chunks, crescent-shaped onions, plump mushrooms, and small slices of zucchini mixed in as vegetables.

In a small wicker basket, several pieces of garlic bread, still warm from baking, lay at an angle.

Eric, wearing a vest, twitched his lips as he glanced at the deep, blood-sucking teeth marks on his shoulder.

Tifa's bite was really fierce; he thought she was about to bite his flesh off.

Looking ahead, Eric curled his lip. In his eyes, Tifa was looking at documents while dipping garlic bread in sauce and putting it into her mouth.

However, Tifa was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was wearing a soft, off-white cashmere sweater with the neckline slightly open, revealing her delicate, fair collarbone. Her long brown hair was casually tied into a loose bun, with a few strands playfully falling down her smooth neck and cheeks that were slightly flushed with health.

That intellectual air was palpable. Eric subconsciously licked his dry lips. The teeth marks on his shoulder still throbbed faintly. Tonight, he vowed to get his revenge!
Perhaps it was because Eric's gaze was too intense, but Tifa glanced up at Eric, who was just staring blankly at her, and rolled her eyes.

She didn't ask Eric how he broke into her house, nor how he knew her address, since her brother Genos was still there.

Moreover, Genos really liked Eric, her future brother-in-law, which made her feel gratified.

"You didn't even tell me you were coming."

"I wanted to give you a surprise," Eric said, scooping up a spoonful of creamy corn porridge and putting it in his mouth.

Tifa glanced at the lingering teeth marks on Eric's shoulder and smiled, "Is this your surprise?"

Despite what had happened, Tifa was actually very happy. The frustration she had accumulated earlier vanished completely when she saw Eric busy cooking.

Eric shrugged, nonchalantly replying, "Yes."

At this point, Eric glanced at the documents in Tifa's hand and continued:
"Is this case so complicated that it's taken you so long to investigate?"

Upon hearing this, Tifa shook her head and said, "Would you like to take a look?"

In the past, she would work with Eric on cases. There was no secrecy between them, because if neither of them spoke up, no one would know.

Eric looked interested and waved: "Okay."

In his previous life, he loved playing detective games, studying the various bizarre cases from all over the world presented in the games, and also studied criminal psychology, so he was also very interested in studying the cases themselves.

These experiences, to some extent, have transformed into his current deep blue skills.

Tifa handed over the documents, picked up the glass of iced lemon tea, took a small sip, and watched Eric begin to examine the documents.

"A family annihilation case?" Eric frowned slightly.

Tifa nodded and said, "A family of four, including two children, were brutally murdered in the afternoon."

Two adults, a man and a woman, were found lying face down in the bedroom, fully clothed, with their feet bound by ropes and bags over their heads. The cause of death was strangulation marks on their necks.

The nine-year-old boy died in the same way: his hands and feet were bound with ropes, a bag was placed over his head, and he was strangled to death by the murderer in another bedroom.

The fourth victim was an eleven-year-old girl, and the method of murder and the scene of the crime were different.

The scene was moved from the bedroom to the basement.

The murderer put a rope around her neck, tied the other end to a pipe in the basement, and left a long section of the rope hanging out.

Based on the semen stains found at the scene and the results of the autopsy, it was concluded that the murderer masturbated while admiring the victim's dying face as he pulled the victim up by the end of the rope.

Besides these, the killer also took the victim's home security camera and meticulously cleaned the scene, leaving no signs of forced entry. Therefore, aside from the semen stains in the basement, there were almost no other clues at the scene.

As Tifa explained, Eric pursed his lips and looked at the photos of the scene one by one, a rare hint of menace appearing on his face.

No wonder Tifa would bring the case files home and continue studying them even while eating. Like Tifa, he deeply abhorred the perverts who preyed on children.

(End of this chapter)