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

Chapter 218 Introduction
With the arrival of these three people, the once quiet house began to liven up a bit.

“Guys, I’m sure he’s forgotten the time,” said the bald man carrying a case of beer.

"Otherwise, given this guy's personality, he should have been waiting for us long ago."

The long-haired man shrugged and said, "Maybe he has too much on his mind."

“Yes, Damian, maybe you’re right. The busy life of retired workers is a new adventure every day,” the bald man Kenny replied cheerfully, echoing the long-haired man Damian.

Bill gave Kenny a helpless look: "Okay, next time I'll go to your house early to pick up you, the big shot."

In this small team, Kenny is definitely the most outgoing one.

"Heh, Kenny, he's insulting you as a big shot," chuckled the man with a hat and a mustache, placing the food bag on the table.

Bill pointed to the man wearing the hat and said earnestly, "Walter, thanks for reminding him."

Kenny didn't care and put his things on the table, saying, "If I didn't know that my personality wasn't suited for this and that I wasn't ruthless enough, I would also want to be this so-called big shot."

As he spoke, Kenny and the others exchanged glances, then looked at Bill and asked, "Where's your new friend? He's not here?"

Bill said, "Upstairs, he drove all day."

“To be honest, after hearing about what happened on the plane, I’m quite curious about your friend,” Damian said, his voice suddenly lowering.

“I watched the video from the plane, and his skills are probably no less than Kenny’s.”

“Now that you mention it, I’m even more curious,” Walter, wearing a hat, said curiously.

“I’m getting old,” Kenny said, shrugging.

"He's not just as good as me, he's stronger than me."

Bill noticed the way the men were exchanging glances and realized that Damian had revealed more.

After all, Damian's role in his team was that of an intelligence expert and a computer/hacker.

This guy is the one who's permanently stationed at the rear base, operating multiple computers to provide real-time data analysis and route planning.

He is proficient in technical support, intelligence analysis, and information intrusion, serving as the team's brain and eyes.

So what happened on the plane naturally couldn't be kept from this guy.

As for why he was compared to Kenny in terms of skill, it's because Kenny's role is that of an assault soldier and close-combat expert, and he is the most skilled among them all.

Bill wanted to say something, but his gaze began to move upwards, lingering on the stairs.

I don't know when it happened, but Eric suddenly appeared there.

"Hi!" Eric said with a smile as he came downstairs, having already heard the commotion.

The next second, Bill's three comrades were a beat slower and all looked over.

Eric looked at the group of middle-aged men who were looking over, and with a well-behaved expression, he raised his hand to signal them.

"Uh... good evening."

Those who can retire unscathed at this age are clearly a group of big shots.

"Wow!" Kenny finally saw the real person and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He had seen many powerful people, but he had never seen anyone so handsome. Although he had seen Damian's edited and synthesized videos, seeing him in person was a different story.

Does any of you have a daughter?

Amid Eric's awkward expression, Kenny suddenly turned to look at his comrades.

"Even an illegitimate daughter is fine, I think this guy is a good match!"

Then, the group looked at each other, their gazes finally settling on Bill.

Bill glared at Kenny, who had caused the trouble. "He has a girlfriend." "That's such a shame," Kenny said, looking genuinely disappointed.

Bill was completely defeated by this chaotic scene, and could only look at Eric, who seemed a little embarrassed, and gesture for him to come over and say something.

"Let me introduce you, this is Kenny Gaines." Bill first pointed to the bald man:

"Our team's Iron Fist and Atmosphere Group Leader is an assault expert with top-notch close-combat skills. His words are faster than his fists, as you just saw."

Eric smiled and nodded. The man named Kenny was indeed more muscular, with distinctly dumpling-shaped ears, clearly indicating that he was in charge of close combat.

Actually, he didn't care. He just naturally started acting. Anyway, it was always right to keep a low profile in front of these big shots and act innocent and naive.

Kenny grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and extended his hand to Eric: "Don't listen to Bill's nonsense. I'm just a kind-hearted old man. I was just joking. Don't mind me."

“It’s okay, I know you’re joking.” Eric smiled and shook hands back. He could feel the thick calluses on Kenny’s palm and the strength contained within them. Suddenly, a powerful force came from Kenny’s hand.

Eric remained unfazed; this was clearly a personal test from Kenny, and if he passed, he would gain Kenny's friendship.

That's the American style—straightforward and direct.

Eric was already used to it. To be fair, no strong person would let a weak person join their team, because it would harm both the person and themselves.

For a moment, the handshake lasted a full three seconds.

Kenny laughed and let go of Eric's hand, giving him a bright smile: "You're a great kid!"

As he spoke, he silently hid his right hand behind his back.

Eric replied politely, "I just took a nap."

The people around, including Bill, exchanged glances and looked surprised.

Kenny is quite powerful, yet he was suppressed by this young man?
Seeing this, Bill then pointed to Damian, who had long hair and a somewhat calm demeanor, and introduced him.

"This is Damian Shaw, our all-seeing eye and all-hearing ear. For any job that requires facing a screen and keyboard, you can't go wrong with him. He is also the brain of our team."

There was a hint of amusement in his voice; Kenny had finally gotten what he deserved.

Damian subconsciously pushed up his glasses, which weren't even on his nose, nodded to Eric with a scrutinizing look and a hint of barely perceptible admiration in his eyes, and extended his hand in return.

"You've helped Bill a lot, thank you. And Kenny was right, you are indeed better than him."

"Wow, Damian, you're undermining me the first time we meet?" Kenny exclaimed, feigning displeasure.

"Just telling the truth," Damian shrugged.

Eric shook his head, denying that he was better than Kenny, and shook hands with him in return: "This is actually helping myself too." No need to think about it; this computer expert must have reviewed what happened on the plane.

I just don't know the other party's computer skills or hacking level.

After the two shook hands and let go, Bill finally pointed to Walter, who was wearing a hat: "Walter Hoffman, our Silent Death, sniper, long-range support expert."

Once he occupies the high ground, the area within a few hundred meters is his territory, and he guarantees you won't hear a second shot.

Eric's heart skipped a beat. So impressive? Because of the lack of resources, the need to hone many skills, and the excessive time commitment, he realized he had never actually fired a sniper rifle before. But he figured precision shooting must include sniping techniques.

Walter stepped forward and shook hands with Eric.

"Bill said you were a very good person, and now I've seen it for myself. He rarely misjudges people. Welcome, Eric."

Eric could sense something different from this handshake alone—it was dry and steady. At the same time, he noticed that this person had been silent since the beginning, and indeed possessed the calm and focused aura unique to snipers.

“Thank you, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Walter,” Eric said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)