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

Chapter 239 Reinstatement
The Commissioner General's office returned to silence.

Aiswin raised his hands, interlacing his fingers and resting them under his chin, still recalling the scene of the award ceremony.

"I just turned 25 this year."

He had never seen a young man so calm and composed in such a situation.

Even the young people in his family or outstanding heirs from other families, who appear relaxed and composed in front of him, betray themselves with their eyes.

The young man's expression upon receiving the award was one of intense excitement, but his eyes remained completely expressionless, leaving a deep impression on him.

Wait, considering Annie's previous state... Could she have fallen for this guy? Aiswin's eyes showed hesitation.

He knew all too well how much of a threat such a young man could be to some girls.

"Sir, you like him very much?"

Suddenly Brenda's voice rang out, and Eswin immediately snapped back to reality and looked ahead. Brenda was standing there with a curious expression on her face.

"Not bad, but it feels like it's been a long time since I've seen such an outstanding young person," Aisven said with a smile.

"Brenda, it seems like you're quite interested in this kid too?"

Brenda laughed and said, "I like his style of law enforcement, although the process was a bit extreme and many people complained about it, but many people who called the police also wrote to the police station to thank him for his help."

"Really?" Esven asked curiously.

Brenda nodded: "I only discovered this after I deliberately investigated it."

-

West Canyon Police Department.

Daves' office.

Eric, who had just received a Police Hero Cross, glanced at Daves sitting in front of him, shook the medal box in his hand, and couldn't help but complain.

"If it's just about awarding this medal, why go through all this trouble?"

Daves paused, his gaze unconsciously drifting to another drawer where his beloved gun was kept.

Colt Python Revolver.

But Daves held back, saying irritably, "You think it's just about receiving this medal? It means the big shots want to see you. What does that mean? It means you're already in the sights of those superiors. You know, many people want to see these people but can't."

Eric grunted, looking completely unconcerned, and shook the medal box in his hand vigorously, making a clanging sound.

He already has several of these at home, but the difference is that the medals at home were issued by the West Canyon Police Department, while this one was obtained in the presence of the bigwigs of the Los Angeles Police Department.

Daves's expression froze, and he closed his eyes to suppress his surging emotions: "It's okay, it's okay. He may be immature, but you have to be sensible too, Daves. Hold on."

Barely suppressing his frustration, Daves pulled out a drawer, took out a thick folder, and placed it on the table.

“In addition to the honorary recognition, there are also corresponding substantial rewards.” He opened the document. “First, based on your actions, you are eligible for a heroic act allowance, which is a one-time bonus of $25,000.”

Daves quoted a substantial amount. "This bonus will be paid along with your next salary."

Eric, who didn't feel much when he received the medal, raised an eyebrow slightly.

Twenty-five thousand?
Don't be fooled by the seemingly small amount of 20,000 yuan in prize money; it's actually quite a lot.

Daves continued, "In addition, after learning of your actions, the Los Angeles Police Department Foundation has decided to award you a special bonus in recognition of your actions that embody the highest values ​​of the department and acknowledge your outstanding contributions."

As he spoke, Daves glanced at the surprised Eric: "This is cumulative, including the train case as well."

After saying that, he sighed inwardly. This kid's luck was really something. When he learned about the train incident, he didn't know how to feel. At that time, he only had one thought.

From now on, we'll have to keep a close eye on Eric when he asks for leave, and make sure he doesn't go out too often.

Eric smiled, understanding dawning on him: "I see." "It's still twenty-five thousand dollars."

Daves nodded and said, “The chairman of the foundation asked me to convey their personal gratitude and respect to you. The money will be paid by a separate check.”

Eric didn't deny it: "OK!"

“Finally, and most importantly,” Daves said, pulling out the last and thickest document.
"Based on your achievements, leadership skills, and outstanding dedication to your profession, although these cannot be disclosed due to the nature of the case, they will be included in your evaluation report through confidential channels. Therefore, the police department has decided to grant you a promotion ahead of schedule."

Daves looked at Eric: "Effective immediately, you are promoted from Constable II to Constable III. The new salary grade and job requirements will take effect immediately. Here is the promotion order, Eric. Take it."

He handed the official document to Eric, who calmly came over to take it.

He understood why Eric was so calm; after all, the kid had been promoted to a third-level police officer a long time ago due to his accumulated merits.

Seeing Eric casually pick up the folder and tuck it under his arm, Daves leaned back in his chair and waved him away.

"Alright, the process is complete. Keep your medal safe. Finance will handle the bonus and salary changes. After you leave, find logistics to change your epaulets, and then... come to work tomorrow. Remember, we've switched to day shifts." Dave paused, then continued.

"The streets of Los Angeles don't become quiet just because someone gets a medal or a promotion."

Eric glanced at the folder in his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips, and gave a crisp salute: "Yes, sir."

Los Angeles weirdos, I'm back.

-

Eric walked out of the office; no one outside knew what had just happened. He squeezed the heavy folder.

Hmm, this seems much more substantial than the $7,500 in Virginia. The Los Angeles Police Department is definitely well-funded.

Eric thought to himself as he walked toward the logistics department.

Now, he needs to change his epaulets first.

From today onwards, he is a Level 3 police officer, and he will no longer need to do any paperwork; administrative staff will handle that for him.

"Huh? Eric, you're back from vacation?"

"Eric!"

"Hey buddy, you're back?"

On his way to the logistics department, Eric encountered many colleagues who greeted him. After a series of fist bumps, handshakes, and pleasantries, Eric spent quite a while before finally reaching the logistics department's territory.

There's no way around it, he's just too popular.

Because he's fierce, and also because he's handsome.

In America, as long as you have these two advantages, you can get by anywhere.

-

The logistics department's office remained unchanged, filled with a unique smell of fabric, leather, and disinfectant.

Several staff members in logistics uniforms were busy behind the counter, organizing forms and boxes of equipment.

Eric walked to the counter marked 'Equipment Replacement and Application'.

Behind the counter sat a slightly older male clerk with a receding hairline, wearing reading glasses. Without looking up, his fingers still tapping on the keyboard, he asked routinely:

"what's up?"

It's not hard to imagine that this is definitely one of the most seasoned veterans in the West Canyon Police Department.

(End of this chapter)