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

Chapter 221 A wolf in sheep’s clothing
"An outsider, completely clueless! Just a natural talent!"

Kenny and Bill were tidying up the barbecue grill when they glanced over at the table and chairs, where Eric and Damian were sitting.

"To be honest, this is the first time I've ever seen such a talented prodigy. I wonder how far he will grow in the future."

Walter, who was pouring water into the charcoal fire, chimed in, "Bill and I wouldn't have misjudged him. He's clearly a good young man. You guys are just making a fuss."

Kenny snorted and said, "Don't be fooled by his shy and innocent act in front of us. I can tell that this kid is a wolf in sheep's clothing! He's got a gaping maw of teeth! He'll eat people!"

Anyone who treats him like an ordinary young man—no, a handsome young man—will definitely suffer a great loss!

Just by looking at the way he listened to our conversation, I could already imagine what would happen in the future. Just wait, he will definitely rip us off completely!

But damn it! He actually seems to think he's doing a great job! Guys, is this just my imagination?

Kenny's witty remark was spot-on, immediately amusing Bill and Walter, who both recalled the scene of Eric coming downstairs inside the house.

Bill laughed and said, "You guys must be quite satisfied, right?"

Kenny nodded and said, "Not bad! You have clear eyes and a good character."

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Eric sensed something and glanced towards the barbecue grill. He wanted to help, but the men used his newness and the fact that he had been driving all day as excuses to keep him where he was.

So only Damir was left with him.

"Bill told you about us starting a security company, right?"

Damir's voice suddenly rang in his ears. Eric looked over and saw that Damir had been staring at him. He nodded.

“I did say that.”

“Interested in quitting your patrol job and joining us?” Damir asked with a smile.

"To be honest, I think you're more suited to our area. It's a waste for you to be a patrol officer."

Upon hearing this, Eric shook his head and declined: "I really enjoy being a police officer."

Just kidding, being a police officer is already tied to the Deep Blue skill point allocation, how could he possibly resign?

This is his foundation.

However, at this point, Eric suddenly had a thought: when he received the Deep Blue skill point, it was because of the system's name and his previous life's detective title that he decided to try becoming a patrolman.

Yes, this was originally just a trial test, but it actually triggered a mission, so he naturally assumed that the system was linked to his police identity.

Wait a minute? Eric paused, suddenly realizing a blind spot.

Damir subconsciously raised an eyebrow: "You must have learned all these skills on your own, right? Joining us will allow you to learn even more, whether it's sniping techniques or intelligence knowledge, as you just heard."

Eric's heart skipped a beat; he could indeed learn more this way, but...
“I still want to be a policeman,” Eric said with a smile.

"Why?" Damir asked curiously.

“It’s quite interesting, isn’t it?” Eric laughed, his tone sincere.

"It allows me to meet a lot of people."

At this point, Eric mentally added the last word: 'talent'.

"Damian, you probably have no idea what kind of police incidents I go through every day."

Damir sensed Eric's seriousness and inwardly felt it was a pity, but then he chuckled and said, "The job of a patrol officer does allow you to come into contact with a lot of people."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Eric thought the conversation was over, but Damir suddenly said something that made him narrow his eyes slightly.

"Eric, did you drive from Fredericksburg?"

What does this mean? Eric looked at Damian, genuinely unsure, his mind racing. Damian's words alone revealed a great deal of information.

He hadn't forgotten Bill's introduction of Damir, nor the knowledge Damir revealed during the conversation.

Damian, who appears calm and refined, is definitely a master of intelligence work.

Thus, Damir's sudden statement became ambiguous and complex in meaning.

He should have known what happened at Anri's Cafe, but why did he find out so quickly?

Is it because of a cult?

It seems this cult was indeed quite notorious; the news spread quickly after it was eradicated.

I suddenly remembered that platform; it seems there's also a security task involved.

Countless thoughts flashed through Eric's mind in an instant. Looking at Damian, Eric knew exactly what was going on in just one second.

“Yes,” Eric answered honestly. These uncles should have no connection with that wicked cult, so it’s fine if they know.

It's better to be open and aboveboard than to be sneaky and make him despise himself.

A hint of appreciation flashed in Damir's eyes, and his smile deepened: "Anli Cafe?"

Damn it, these big shots have probably investigated him thoroughly.

It probably started after the plane incident.

Eric suddenly understood why these middle-aged men were able to escape unscathed and even live a leisurely life. Although he had never personally encountered them in his life, the CIA in movies from his previous life had often played the villains who hunted down protagonists.

The CIA is not a place where easygoing people can retire peacefully.

Eric smiled wryly: "Now many people know what happened at Anley's Cafe?"

He believed Damir understood his subtext.

Damian understood Eric's meaning and shook his head with a smile: "The outside world only knows that the Holy Spirit Cult suffered a major setback and was wiped out by a joint force."

Eric learned the name of the cult for the first time, and looked at Damian with a question in his eyes: How did you know?
“A coincidence,” Damian said, shrugging.

"Because this is the first time Bill has proactively introduced someone to us, and he's a young man."

I looked into your background and came across the Anli Cafe incident, which happens to be in the territory of the Holy Spirit Cult. Combining the two, the answer becomes obvious.

Damian said, then added, looking at Eric who was frowning, "Don't worry, nobody cares about the Holy Spirit Church. Even if they know you're the one who caused their downfall, nobody will bother you. They have enemies everywhere."

"When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter?" Eric replied calmly.

“Yes.” Damian smiled.

Eric pursed his lips. Now he was certain that while the so-called Holy Spirit Cult was indeed a cult, it was also an assassin organization.

His previous analysis and judgment were correct.

Meanwhile, Damian and his group of uncles must also have their own accounts on that platform.

Is this a dark side that covers the entire world? Eric habitually narrowed his eyes slightly, finally looking at the smiling Damian, and took a deep breath.

Then he took out the phone he got from Anli Cafe from his pocket, placed it on the table, and said seriously.

"Damian, can you tell me about this world?"

Although he acts in the light, it does not prevent him from yearning to understand the truth of the dark side of this world.

Only by understanding can we transcend the narrow confines of this world, like a well opening, and avoid being blinded by a single leaf and failing to see the whole mountain.

Damir's gaze fell on the keypad phone, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he was clearly stunned for a moment, but then he nodded and said:
"of course can."

(End of this chapter)