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

Chapter 238 What a pity

If a country wants to control the entire dark world within a certain scope, then there should be some official institutions that tacitly acknowledge the existence of this dark world.

As long as they don't cross the line, official agencies won't interfere or forcibly intervene.

This is somewhat similar to the structure of Japanese yakuza groups, such as internal strife within the Yamaguchi-gumi. As long as it doesn't go too far, the police generally won't get involved.

This official agency may not be the Los Angeles Police Department, but there should be someone within the department who knows about this dark world.

Hearing Eric's words, Ray was speechless for a moment. Who would have thought that a young man like him would know about this? He met Eric's gaze again and said seriously.
"Do you know John?"

This meant that both of them were on the same page. Eric calmly replied, "I don't know him personally, but I know some things about him. I made some friends on my journey."

Lei's expression became quite interesting; he didn't know what to say, but he still frowned and said, "You wouldn't have already..."

Eric understood: "No, I have no ideas at the moment."

Ray let out a sigh of relief: "Eric, John has already retired. No one will bother him. With his strength, he can protect his family."

Upon hearing this, Eric chuckled inwardly. Society has strata, and each circle is fundamentally different.

There's a saying that goes, "Don't force yourself into different circles."

Those with power and access to information would naturally not provoke John Wick, the god of death, but what about the nobody below them?

Wasn't the premise of that movie that a few young people didn't know John Wick, which led to the tragedy?

But having decided on the above-mentioned "wait and see" approach, Eric naturally didn't say anything.

"Yes, that's for the best, otherwise I would have gone to bring Zhizhimin back."

Lei nodded and said, "I support you. I'll introduce you to some old friends another day."

"Introduce him to friends again?" Eric didn't know what to think, but before leaving, he still replied.

"it is good!"

Anyway, having more skills is never a bad thing, and the same goes for having more friends—the more the better.

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A Ford Raptor drove into the garage, and the curtain door closed as it fell.

Eric remained in the driver's seat, staring silently at his phone.

The screen shows a video sent by Helen.

It was probably filmed by John Wick handheld; it's hard to imagine that a cold-blooded killer could have such a side.

But Eric's lips still curled into a smile as he watched Helen excitedly showing off her new home and room to the curious Zhizhimin in the video.

When Eric saw Zhizhimin's happy little face, he felt a weight lifted from his heart. That was all he could do.

"It's time to get down to business." Eric put away his phone, opened the car door, got out, and went inside.

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Los Angeles Police Department Headquarters Building.

Eric, who hadn't worn the patrolman uniform Daves had brought for the first time in a long time, followed him into the headquarters lobby.

Eric's gaze swept subtly around him; it was his first time in such a place.

It truly lives up to its reputation as the headquarters building.

People came and went in a hurry, each with a sharp and capable look, their uniforms crisp and clean, exuding a solemn aura different from that of the branch office.

Although they have an official facade, they give the impression of being busy office workers rather than frontline police officers.

Importantly, none of these people knew that an awards ceremony was about to take place.

I heard that the FBI chose to keep it secret and remain silent, so the Los Angeles Police Department couldn't be too blatant about it.

Perfect, exactly what he wanted. He didn't want his colleagues to know about his glorious deeds. It wasn't 'glorious,' it was downright bad luck.

One of his life mottos is that one should be humble and not arrogant in order to live a long life.

“When you go in later, be serious,” Daves said in a low voice, interrupting his observation.

“Not only Inspector Grey is inside, but the Commissioner General and the others are also there. Perform well, as this is crucial to your future.”

“Sir, I’ve always been serious,” Eric replied earnestly.

Daves glanced back at him, his face clearly saying, "I don't believe you," but in the end, he could only sigh at this maverick subordinate.
"Ah."

The two entered the elevator, which smoothly ascended to the floor where the Chief Superintendent of Police's office was located.

With a ding, the stairwell door slowly opened.

Outside the door, Brenda, the chief police commissioner's administrative assistant, was already waiting.

Dressed in a sharp business suit, she glanced at Eric behind Daves with a hint of barely perceptible curiosity.

This incredibly young man has been someone she's been paying close attention to lately.

Because the other party's record was so impressive, so impressive that even the Chief Superintendent of Police would occasionally ask about his recent situation.

“Superintendent Daves, Officer Stevens?” Brenda confirmed.

“I’ve brought the person,” Daves nodded in response.

Eric stood up straight to receive Brenda's inspection.

This woman with such strong facial features looks like a big shot's personal secretary; I just wonder if she also handles personal matters on the side.

“Please follow me,” Brenda gestured, “The Commissioner General and the other officers have been waiting for you for some time.”

Daves gave Eric a look, then followed him with a shrug.

Brenda led the two through a quiet, carpeted corridor to a heavy solid wood door, knocked twice, and then pushed it open.

Eric glanced at it sharply.

The Chief Superintendent's office was large, but there was no one behind the huge mahogany desk. Instead, several high-ranking officers were standing in the rest area on the side.

Besides his direct superior, Superintendent Grey, in the center was a middle-aged man with four stars on his epaulets.

The Los Angeles Police Department's true No. 1 - Commissioner Eswin Carlisle.

He is also Annie's father.

Speaking of this, Eric thought of Annie, the rookie, who had reportedly resigned and become an assistant prosecutor while he was on leave for vacation.

Yes, he has a bright future ahead of him; he's from a completely different world.

He didn't recognize the rest of the people, but according to their police ranks, they must all be the heads of various police stations.

"Chief Superintendent, officers, Superintendent Daves and Officer Stevens have arrived." After Brenda announced this, she quietly withdrew and closed the door behind her.

Aiswin was the first to turn around, immediately focusing his gaze on Eric. He scrutinized Eric for a moment, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The young man is very handsome.
But Eswin's expression began to turn strange; he seemed to have remembered something.

When Annie returned after resigning, she seemed out of sorts. She was often lost in thought and had no appetite.

It wasn't just Aiswin who was like this; everyone's eyes were fixed on Eric, who had just entered the room.

He was responsible for liaising with the Los Angeles Police Department and the FBI, and for leading the collaborative handling of the train suicide bombing incident. Special Operations Bureau Chief Davis also showed his appreciation.

Regardless of what the other person has done, their appearance alone is a big plus.

What a waste, such great positive material.

(End of this chapter)