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

Chapter 226 Love at first sight

The carriage was blue and looked a bit old.

A warm breeze, carrying the scents of disinfectant, old carpet, and faint food, wafted over.

A train conductor glanced at his ticket expressionlessly and gestured for him to come inside.

Eric walked in silently. The carriage was more spacious than he had imagined, but it did show signs of age. The dark blue velvet seats showed signs of wear, and the edges of the small table were also chipped.

Passengers were few and far between.

As expected, America's infrastructure can never compare to that of my homeland in my previous life.

Whenever this happens, Eric always misses his homeland from his previous life.

He sometimes wondered how far his homeland in this parallel world had developed.
He remembered that when he traveled to this parallel world, his homeland already had a strong sense of benevolence.

"It's a pity we can't go back."

Shaking his head to clear his mind of the many distractions, Eric found his window seat, stuffed his backpack (containing only some clothes) into the luggage rack, and sat down.

Finally, looking out the window, the scenery had changed.

The dome of Boston's South Station gradually recedes into the city's architectural silhouette, followed by suburban houses and rapidly passing woods.

But Eric felt that Bill should stay where he was and watch the train disappear before leaving.

Eric leaned back in his chair, feeling the rhythmic clanging of the wheels on the rails; a slow but steady sense of progress replaced the speed and unease of the airplane.

It's more comfortable to be down-to-earth!
Eric silently told himself to force himself to relax his tense shoulders.

But suddenly, Eric felt uneasy and unconsciously scanned the carriage.

"Hey! No way! How could anyone be that unlucky? It's just a train ride! Does he think he's some kind of disaster magnet?"

Eric felt ashamed of his behavior, but that shame was quickly overshadowed by a stronger feeling, and his expression shifted between light and shadow as they passed by the window.

Fragments of memories surged forth uncontrollably.

Starting from his departure from Los Angeles, he boarded a plane, only to discover there was a bomb on board, which left him with a deep-seated trauma.

Then, during a road trip, they encountered a cult, and what should have been a wonderful road trip was ruined.

Thinking about it that way, Eric really felt like there was a thorn stuck in his throat, making him very uncomfortable.

Eric glanced around the carriages. Reason told him that the possibility of an extreme incident occurring on this ordinary passenger train was extremely low, but his body's instincts still made his gaze involuntarily drift to the next carriage.

"Impressed!"

Eric took a deep breath, casually stretched his neck, then got up and walked towards the connecting area between the carriages.

His goal was clear: to thoroughly review the entire "Lakeside Express" train from top to bottom and from one end to the other.

Instead of sitting here thinking about this and that, why not take the initiative to do something? Since you're uneasy, go and find out for yourself and eliminate that one in ten thousand possibility.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Eric moved like a silent shadow between the hard-seat carriages.

He tried to make his behavior appear natural, either like a curious traveler looking around or someone searching for a restroom, but it was clear that each meticulous check, each time he found nothing unusual, was like a small stone, temporarily suppressing the unease in his heart.

"At least, it looks normal."

Eric breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to return to his seat, perhaps this time he could truly relax and enjoy the train journey.

Just as he reached for the door handle of the carriage where his seat was located.

Ding dong.

A crisp notification sound rang out from his pocket without warning.

Ericla opened the door, stepped into the carriage, and casually picked up his phone. The message was from Kimmy.

Before leaving, he exchanged phone numbers with Kimmy, but he didn't expect her to text him so quickly. "Eric, I received your concert tickets! I love her so much! Thank you! I'm so happy. Want to go together tomorrow? Just the two of us!"

Eric's lips twitched slightly. Not wanting to waste anything, he simply stuffed the concert ticket into his bag and returned it to Bill in a rather unusual way.

He really didn't expect that the singer holding the concert would be Jinmi's favorite singer.

The girl has probably misunderstood.

Eric sat back in his seat and typed: "Sorry, I'm no longer in Boston. I was planning to go with my girlfriend, but she had something to do."

So what I mean is, you can go see it with your friends.

Sent successfully.

A few seconds later, there was no reply.

Eric knew that this youthful and vibrant girl must have already understood what he meant.

He really didn't want to mess with the girl who had a doting father behind her.

Eric glanced around the carriage again, put his phone down, took out his paperback book, and began to read.

The physical and mental abilities that come with the Deep Blue skill point bonus mean that he can accumulate experience in whatever he learns.

Therefore, the books in his hands contain the knowledge that he needs to learn right now.

[World Firearms Encyclopedia]
It not only features animated diagrams illustrating the mechanical principles of pistols, rifles, machine guns, and sniper rifles, but also shows rifling techniques from different eras, such as early cutting-edge and modern cold forging methods.

In addition to these, it also includes tables of chamber pressure, twist rate, and ballistic coefficients for over 1200 types of firearms.

Yes, after returning home, he planned to put the modification of the pistol on the agenda.

After his experience with the cult, Eric felt that having to go to a gun shop to buy firearms every time he needed to prepare something was too much trouble.

If possible, he would like to create a modular firearm to pass through customs and other inspection procedures.

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In a luxurious manor.

The girls watched as Jinmi, who had been cheerful, suddenly became somber as she looked at her phone.

"What's wrong? Didn't the handsome guy you fell in love with at first sight say yes?" one of the girls asked.

Jinmi recalled the contents of the message and said dejectedly, "Never mind him, I don't like him anymore!"

As she spoke, she looked at the girl who had spoken: "What were you saying before? Talking about going somewhere to play?"

“Paris!” the girl exclaimed excitedly.

"Jinmi, didn't you say you really like listening to U2? They're planning a tour in Europe right now. Seriously, we could follow them all over those cities in Europe."

And I have relatives in Paris! We can stay at their house.

As she listened, Jinmi felt a little tempted. She remembered the message she had just received. The feeling of being rejected for the first time was unpleasant; she was hurt and desperately needed to clear her head.

Thinking of this, Jinmi gritted her teeth and said.

"Amanda, I need to think about it!"

The girl named Amanda said, "Don't just think about it, take action, Kimmy! Time waits for no one! I guarantee you'll find another man in Paris who will make you fall in love at first sight!"

Kimmy fell silent, hesitant, as Eric, who nodded slightly, flashed through her mind. At that moment, she felt she had met her soulmate.

But Jinmi still shook her head and said, "I still need to think about how many days are left before the tour starts?"

"Half a month?"

(End of this chapter)