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

Chapter 219 Daughter Slave

After one round of procedures, everyone stood in the middle, and the atmosphere began to become harmonious.

"Alright, guys, that's all for the introduction."

Bill clapped his hands and laughed, "Now the welcome party can begin. Let's finish off the top-quality ribs Walter brought and the beer Kenny contributed. Damian, you're in charge of starting the fire?"

“OK! It’s my fault for not bringing anything.” Damian shrugged, smiled and nodded at Eric, and went to the backyard to start a fire.

"Perfect!" Kenny cheered as he recovered, picked up the case of beer first, and followed Damian toward the door leading to the backyard, saying as he walked.

"Eric, come on, give me a hand and carry this meat over there? Bill, it's time to reveal your secret seasoning recipe!"

The atmosphere instantly became lively.

Bill smiled and shook his head, then turned and went to the kitchen to get his special barbecue sauce.

Eric immediately stepped forward and helped Walter pick up the huge food box filled with marinated ribs, sausages, and vegetable skewers.

These are all foods used in American-style barbecue, and they mostly fall into these categories, with little variation.

Several people filed out and came to Bill's meticulously maintained but equally pragmatic backyard.

The lawn was flat, the surrounding fence was high, and in one corner you could even vaguely see a water collection bucket that served as an emergency backup water source.

In front of Damian, who was in charge of starting the fire, a portable gas grill was humming softly, and in the charcoal grill next to it, the charcoal had already begun to glow red.

Without being reminded, Eric took the initiative and began tidying up the table and outdoor chairs, including the food on them.

This made Walter and Kenny look at Bill, who just smiled, and then Damian joined in.

Then the group all burst into laughter, leaving Eric completely bewildered. However, through analysis of their micro-expressions, he could roughly sense that they had accepted him.

Hmm, very good. If possible, he would like to become an apprentice, preferably in sniping.

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The sizzling sound of oil dripping onto the charcoal fire filled the air, and the rich aroma of the special sauce quickly spread throughout the backyard.

All the food was laid out on the table, and the group sat on their respective outdoor chairs and began to work.

Kenny skillfully distributed the chilled beer.

Eric was the last one. It seemed to be divided by age, and Bill was actually the oldest. Eric accepted the beer from Kenny and thanked him.

Kenny shook his head and chuckled, "You can relax and be more casual, Eric."

Damian took a sip of beer and chuckled as he replied, "Tonight it's just barbecue, beer, and the old guys chatting. Come on, try this." He handed Eric a skewer of freshly grilled, sizzling beef sausages.

Eric nodded and smiled, "Alright, then I'll be more casual."

Several seemingly ordinary middle-aged men nodded, and led by Bill, they raised their beers: "Come on, gentlemen, for Boston barbecue, for new friends, and for the fact that we old bones can still get together!"

“Cool!” Kenny said.

Eric smiled, met her gaze, and brought his beer bottle forward, feeling a rare sense of relief. It seemed that his decision to refuse Daves's request to come to Boston alone was the right one.

"Cheers!" Several beer cans clinked together.

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"Do you believe my Kimmy will be seventeen tomorrow?" Bill's voice rang out.

Eric raised an eyebrow. A seventeen-year-old daughter? From that, he could deduce Bill's age to be around forty.

Kenny took a sip of beer and exclaimed in surprise, "Seventeen years old?" Bill raised his hand to his chin, indicating that his daughter was already that tall.

The group immediately raised their beers, gesturing, "For Jinmi," and took a sip.

"Does Leni still hate you?" Damian asked curiously.

Leni? That sounds like Bill's ex-wife. Eric listened to the older men's conversation like an invisible man, his mind automatically filling in the blanks.

Bill got married, but due to his profession, they spent little time together. Eventually, his ex-wife couldn't stand it anymore and chose to divorce him before he remarried.

Bill said, "She's no longer Leni, her name is Lenore."

Kenny chimed in, "Oh, she still hates you."

Walter added appropriately, "And her husband?"

Bill's tone was somewhat self-deprecating: "Still the same as always, a perfect match, at least better than me."

“Because he’s richer than you, old man,” Kenny said.

Eric took a sip of his beer and listened quietly. To be honest, he really enjoyed listening to these gossip stories.

Damian calmly replied, "If you get to the bottom of things, you'll eventually find something. If you want us to help you investigate, just say so."

Kenny chuckled: "What? You think he didn't check? He gave up his life just to get close to Kimmy."
Bill! Did she thank you for this?

Eric's mind clicked; here comes the important part.

Bill chuckled: "What kind of life can someone like me have?"

Aside from Eric, who was listening to the gossip, everyone else laughed. Kenny chuckled, "Hey, remember what happened in Beirut after the boss went missing?"

As he spoke, his smile widened: "Bill's locked in a power struggle with that crazy Hezbollah sheikh? That guy threatened to take us all in, then disappeared. We barely escaped that hellhole for our lives."

Good heavens, did they take them out? Eric raised an eyebrow in surprise and looked at Bill.

Damian continued, "So, after we escaped, this guy just disappeared." He then turned to Bill:

Where were you then?

Bill calmly replied, "I promised Kimmy I would never miss her birthday."

Walter said, "Listen to this, that's his reason for doing it."

Damian shook his head and said, "Nobody expected that this guy would quietly leave the group and go to his daughter's birthday party nine thousand miles away."

Kenny chuckled: "Back then, the boss at headquarters was so angry he slammed his fist on the table. Goodness, his eyes were practically bloodshot."

"Haha!" The uncles all laughed in unison.

Eric sat among them, occasionally smiling to make his presence known, but he had a general idea of ​​who these people were.

They're definitely part of the CIA, but I don't know if they have any connection to McCaul or if they even know him.

Eric was inclined to believe that they should know each other, and even be quite familiar with each other, because capable people tend to gravitate towards each other like magnets, especially when they are from the same organization.

However, Eric subconsciously glanced at Bill. This melancholy uncle was indeed impressive. Killing a Hezbollah chief and still being able to run 9,000 miles (about 14484 kilometers) was already quite remarkable.

However, he is definitely a doting father to his daughter. Eric couldn't help but imagine what would happen if someone bullied this uncle's daughter. Would the uncle issue a long-distance manhunt order?
Suddenly, Eric saw Bill smile and raise his beer to him, and he snapped out of his daze and raised his beer as well.

Anyway, he definitely wouldn't dare to mess with such a doting father; he wouldn't even be able to sleep.

(End of this chapter)