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

Chapter 210 Nature
At nine o'clock in the evening, while Eric was still exploring another world.

Anri Cafe was considered a major crime scene and was cordoned off by local police in an area with a radius of one mile, with checkpoints set up at all highway entrances and exits.

Of course, it only refers to the outer ring.

The inner circle is the territory under the jurisdiction of the FBI.

For example, HRT (Hostage Rescue Team) directly controlled the area around the coffee shop and gas station.

In this small place, both the FBI and local law enforcement agencies came.

However, local law enforcement agencies are only responsible for closing the roads and providing local intelligence support.

The core crime scene was taken over by the FBI Evidence Response Team (ERT).

A large group of people in FBI uniforms were busy in the coffee shop, going in and out, using 3D laser scanners to reconstruct the scene, covering bodies with tarpaulins, marking ballistic trajectories, and so on.

This includes extracting surveillance videos and refueling records, comparing the timeline of cult vehicle movements, and so on.

The special police team searched the surrounding area to eliminate any remaining threats.

Ultimately, the BAU team arrived late, traveling in a multi-seater van, and parked at the gas station outside Anri Cafe.

“Tifa has been placed under control and cannot come over according to the avoidance rules, so we'll have to rely on them this time,” Aaron said to the group after getting out of the car.

Because Tifa was the person involved, the entire BAU team was mobilized this time.

Rachel, a sex crime expert in charge of information organization, Derek, who is in charge of operational support and role-playing, and Spitzer, a data analyst, are all here.

“And you’re here too, aren’t you?” Rachel glanced around the scene, then exchanged bewildered glances with the other members who were also observing.

“It seems the fighting here is quite intense,” Spyther said, looking at Derek.

Derek nodded and said, "You can tell just by smelling the gunpowder in the air."

At this point, Derek couldn't help but mutter to himself. Aaron had said that Tifa's boyfriend was very capable, but he hadn't taken it seriously at the time, thinking it was just a matter of dealing with a group of kids. Now, however, his opinion had changed.

The heavy smoke indicates that a fierce gunfight took place here, so much so that the smoke has not yet dissipated.

In such a fierce gunfight, the fact that Tifa's boyfriend was able to protect himself and the civilians who were holding her back means that he is truly remarkable.

Thinking about this made Derek feel very uncomfortable.

I thought the beautiful flower was stuck in cow dung, but I never expected it to take root in fertile soil.

Aaron glanced at Derek, pursed his lips, and led the way towards the pickup truck with its front end close to the ground:
"Let's go."

The group walked over, and the body inside the pickup truck was hanging there, lifeless.

It was covered with small notes.

A middle-aged man was standing nearby, exuding an imposing aura; he was clearly in charge of the case. He frowned as he looked at the file board, and upon hearing the noise, he looked up and saw Aaron and his group approaching. He said:
"coming."

He handed the folder to Aaron and said, "Chest to the heart, one shot and you're dead."

Aaron glanced at the survey results on the document board, then handed it to Derek and the others who followed behind, before saying to the middle-aged man:
"Have you found out his identity, Quintus?"

Quintus said, "There's no news yet, but it's obviously a big fish, isn't it? I have a feeling I'll get some calls coming in."

As he spoke, he gave Aaron a knowing smile.

Aaron remained noncommittal; the information provided by Tifa alone was enough to demonstrate that the man in the pickup truck was quite powerful. Seeing Aaron's expression, Quintus smiled and patted his old friend on the shoulder.

"I'm leaving now. I'll take care of things upstairs; I'll leave this place to you."

Aaron shrugged and said, "Okay."

This incident involves state police involvement and raises the issue of jurisdiction over interstate cases.

As the BAU director, even the field office chief Quintus and the state police representative needed to sign the "Interstate Jurisdiction Confirmation Form".

This is necessary to simultaneously launch the state police corruption case, with the FBI's Office of Internal Affairs (OIP) officially taking over the investigation.

Not only that, there are many more things that Quintus, the field office director, needs to handle and remotely direct. His purpose in coming here is simply to confirm the interests involved in this case.

Indeed, the cases here now involve not only corruption within the state police, but also cults, troubled children, and multiple missing persons cases.

If this is resolved properly, it will be a golden opportunity to make a name for oneself.

Tifa and her boyfriend, the Los Angeles Police Department patrol officer, will not only be fine, but may even be commended for it.

Aaron curled his lip. His childhood friend was indeed a good person, but he was also obsessed with officialdom.

He came all this way; it's no wonder he became the director of the field office at his age.

"You really are..." The two had been bickering since childhood, so Quintus could easily read Aaron's expression. He said helplessly.

"I can't reason with a techie like you."

Aaron's heart skipped a beat, and he asked curiously, "Is there something else going on here?"

Quintus shook his head: "It's hard to say, but as long as we handle it well, we will all receive some rewards and generous returns."

Things here are complicated. It's a cult, no doubt, but it's an organization. He really didn't know how to explain it to his old friend Aaron.

Anyway, this case involves more than just the FBI; it also alerts the CIA, so he needs to go back and oversee things.

Thinking of this, Quintus couldn't help but recall the person involved, the Los Angeles Police Department patrol officer, who was so young yet so formidable; the people in the pickup truck probably never expected to be taken down here.

"Where did this guy come from?" Quintus wondered to himself. "When did a patrolman become so capable?"

"Alright, you can get lost now. Just remember not to forget about BAU. You should know that the person involved is a profiler from BAU," Aaron said. He was too lazy to care about these things, so he deserved to be just a technical person.

Quintus pointed at Aaron, then chuckled and shook his head: "Don't worry, what you need this time will be given soon."

With that, Quintus obediently walked toward the helicopter parked there.

Aaron watched them withdraw their gaze, then turned to his subordinates: "How was it?"

Derek shrugged and said, "There were only three bullets on the scene. The first shot hit the tire, the second shot also hit the tire, and then the person in the pickup truck reached out to grab a gun and tried to fight back, but was killed by a single shot."

The group exchanged glances. The person who shot the tire was not only testing the waters and expressing his intentions, but also urging others to make the first move.

"Alright, that's all for now." Aaron looked at the changes in his subordinates' expressions and couldn't help but think of his old friend's expressions and movements. It was clear that the nature of this case had been determined.

He then added, "The core of the report should revolve around the nature of self-defense and counterattack."

Now everyone understood: "OK!"

(End of this chapter)