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

Chapter 223 Familiar People
In the front yard of the house.

"Goodbye, guys," Bill's voice rang out.

"Goodbye," Kenny's voice followed.

Goodnight, guys.

"Bye, Bill."

Kenny, Walter, and Bill's voices blended together, but finally, as Kenny and Walter walked toward their car parked on the side of the street...

Damian stopped, looked at Bill, and gestured towards the second floor, saying, "He's a good lad. Are you sure you don't want to introduce him to Kimmy?"

Bill gave him a helpless look, glanced back, and changed the subject without answering, saying, "You told him everything?"

Damian nodded: "He told me everything. This is just a fledgling exploring the real world."

"Having the power but not understanding the depths of the world is dangerous," Bill agreed.

“It will be good for him to know more. If I didn’t happen to know about Anli’s Cafe, I wouldn’t have asked you to tell him.”

“Hmm.” Damian nodded, then looked at Bill:

"And you? Hey, listen, no joke, it's a good thing you're planning to spend time with Kimmy and make up for the past, but are you sure you really want to retire?"

Bill asked, "What are you going to tell me?"

“A job is right in front of me,” Damian said.

"I took on a fairly ordinary task. It's a four-hour job with a reward of one gold coin. It's just to escort a female singer to and from her concert. We're still short one person."

Upon hearing this, Bill immediately realized that someone had placed an order on the platform to hunt down the female singer; otherwise, the reward would have been cash, not the gold coins on the high table.

In other words, this job is done in the dark.

"Are you sure it's a singer?" Bill asked.

"I'm not sure if she can be considered a singer; she's more like a cash cow, with record sales reaching 20 million copies, yet she's not even 25 years old."

However, she's probably only a daytime person, and the reason someone placed an order for her is likely because she wants to leave her current company.

After hearing this, Bill understood.

“Hey, actually this job is very easy for us. We take her to the concert and back. They handle everything inside. It only takes one day,” Damian said.

"A good man?" Bill said.

"I guess so? She donates money frequently." Damian said uncertainly, "She's just an ordinary girl."

“Okay,” Bill nodded.

"Have you made up your mind? Have you agreed?" Damian asked again.

Bill has a very big reputation. Once the news gets out that he's accepted the escort mission, probably not many people will dare to come.

“Hmm,” Bill said.

“Cool!” Damian punched Bill in the chest and stuffed a few tickets into his shirt pocket.

“Great, I thought you were really going to retire. These are concert tickets that girl gave me. You can give them to Kimmy as a birthday present. Goodbye, buddy.”

"Okay, goodnight." Bill watched Damian leave, got into his car, and then raised his hand to say hello.

Once the car was out of sight, Bill turned around and walked back inside, only to find Eric sitting at the dining table drinking water.

"They went back?" Eric asked with a smile as he turned around after hearing the noise.

“Yes,” Bill laughed, reaching into his jacket pocket to pull out a stack of tickets. Under Eric’s hesitant gaze, he took out a few concert tickets and handed them over.

"What is this?" Eric asked, looking at the address on the ticket and the address for the day after tomorrow, completely baffled.

“Concert tickets,” Bill said calmly. “A female singer who has sold over 20 million records. If you haven’t gone back yet, you can bring your friends to see her.”

Eric coughed lightly. He had just learned about another different world, and now this sudden turn of events really gave him a sense of contrast.

But seeing Bill's hesitation, Eric put it away: "Okay, thanks, Bill."

Bill breathed a sigh of relief: "Well, it's getting late, let's go to sleep."

“Okay, I’ll be upstairs in a bit. Goodnight, Bill,” Eric said with a smile.

"Goodnight, Eric." Bill left Eric behind, walked towards his room, and disappeared from Eric's sight.

"What are all these?" Eric pulled out concert tickets and gave a wry smile.

Bill really does have that Chinese father vibe.

Eric shook his head, put the tickets away, and decided whether to go or not. Then he took out his feature phone, and his expression immediately fell silent.

When Damir mentioned the high table, he was indeed reminded of something.

At this moment, the memories that had long been blurred seemed to become clearer.

"What exactly is this parallel world?" Eric's eyes flickered slightly, then sharpened in the next second.

He took a deep breath and began searching through the platform on his keypad phone. A name appeared in his mind.

"John Wick."

Through Damir's explanation, he finally remembered what this feeling of familiarity was.

It turns out that the design of this high table is somewhat similar to that action movie he had only seen countless years ago in his previous life.

The main character in that movie was named John Wick, and I vaguely remember him as a tough guy.

As Eric continued his investigation, he became a little uneasy. What if there were similar movie plots and characters in this parallel world?
"Whatever, I'll just make the best of it!" Eric licked his wet lips, then stared at his phone screen for a few seconds in silence, his pupils slightly contracting.

There really is a person named John Wick on this platform, but the people there say he suddenly disappeared for a long time.

Eric watched silently, absorbing the pheromone that evoked complex feelings in him; it was the only name currently connected to his past life.

“Never mind.” Eric shook his head, clearing his mind of all thoughts. He looked at the question above asking where John Wick was, and the necessary information naturally flashed through his mind.

Although so much time has passed and the environment of this parallel world has influenced him, he has long forgotten most of the plot. However, he has not forgotten that someone killed John Wick's dog, and then John Wick came out of retirement and killed many people to take revenge.

It seems many people don't understand why John Wick did this.

But Eric knew that the dog was the one his deceased wife had left behind.

"He should be married by now," Eric thought to himself, and turned off his phone.

Thinking about it carefully, although he already knows that there are things in this parallel world that are related to his past life, it has no impact on him.

"So go to sleep, goodnight." The lights went out.

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However, Eric suffered from insomnia for the first time. It took him a long time to fall asleep, and he didn't open his eyes until the next day, when the sun rose and the curtains were slightly lit. He picked up the watch on the bedside table and glanced at it.

I wake up at the same time as before [8:00 AM]
Eric shook his head, sitting up as he hung his watch on his wrist.

What happened last night did indeed have a bit of a shock on him.

Who would have thought that this parallel world, which seemed no different from his previous life, would actually have some kind of eerie high table and movie characters connected to his past life?

After getting up, Eric tidied himself up, opened the door, and went out. Today was the day Bill was taking him to his daughter's birthday party.

This is tantamount to an invitation to a family dinner.

(End of this chapter)