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

Chapter 240 Return
“Fern”.

Eric placed the folder under his arm on the counter and pushed it over, pointing to the PO II epaulet on his shoulder as he looked up.

"I'm here to change my epaulets."

“Eric?” Fern was taken aback. He hadn’t expected the visitor to be Eric. He clenched his fist and held it out from behind the counter.

"What's going on? You got promoted again? I didn't hear about it."

Eric also clenched his fist and touched it, calmly saying, "Maybe it's because I've done too much. Anyway, Daves called me over today to say that I'm now a Level 3 Constable."

It's understandable that his colleagues at the police station didn't know, since both of the cases he was involved in were orchestrated by the FBI, not the Los Angeles Police Department.

"That's it?" Fern picked up the folder and opened it, seeing the words "Third-Level Police Officer" and the official seal on the promotion order. He then glanced at Eric's face, his expression full of suspicion.

"What else?" Eric said helplessly.

Fern said, "You haven't been up to something again, have you?" As he spoke, he turned around and started rummaging through a locker labeled 'epaulettes'.

The cabinet was filled with small compartments, each containing items such as shoulder boards, badges, and service records of various ranks. Fern quickly found the shoulder boards corresponding to a Level 3 officer and took out two brand-new sets.

“How could that be? I just got back from vacation, Fern.” Seeing this, Eric naturally tore the old epaulets off his uniform and threw them on the counter.

"I want three new ones."

Fern took the old epaulettes, tossed them into a nearby recycling basket, and then pushed two brand-new PO III epaulettes in front of Eric.

“Alright, congratulations on your reinstatement, Eric, sign here.” Fern pointed to an equipment replacement registration form attached to the folder.

Eric picked up a pen and signed his name and badge number in the designated spot.

“Alright.” Fern took back the form, clipped it back into the folder, and pushed it back to Eric along with the new epaulets.

The whole process was seamless and natural; neither of them knew how many times they had done it.

"I'm leaving." Eric picked up his new epaulets and folder, nodded to Fern, and turned to leave the office.

"This kid is only twenty-five years old, he has a bright future ahead of him." Fern watched him go, shook his head, and continued typing.

Eric walked to a slightly quieter spot in the corridor, picked up a new pair of epaulets, casually pressed them onto the Velcro on the shoulder of his uniform, and then headed towards the locker room.

I greeted my colleagues with fist bumps and brief pleasantries along the way.

Fortunately, there was no one in the locker room. Will and his group had mostly gone to their shifts, otherwise they would have had to deal with this group of people.

Eric threw all his belongings into the closet, put on his own clothes, grabbed his car keys, left the West Canyon Police Department, and drove home.

Back home, Eric tidied himself up and then immediately headed back to the basement.

Although he is very busy, the manufacturing business cannot stop, which is crucial for him.

Especially after learning that there is another dark world.

Moreover, many of his skills are actually interconnected. Once one skill is upgraded, it will basically trigger a chain reaction, driving the improvement of other skills.

For example, the skill [Architectural Analysis] is related to the design and placement of some traps.

Because he understands the building structure and the enemy's behavior patterns, he can more effectively use the environment to set traps.

He would know where to set traps most discreetly, effectively, and by utilizing the building's structure to limit his opponent.

It can even affect close-quarters combat (CQB) indoors.

With this skill, he can instantly assess a room's tactical value, cover points, blind spots, entrances and exits, and potential dangers, thereby optimizing his CQB tactical maneuvers.

For example, at Anri Cafe, he blocked the team using the water pipes on the roof.

That's about it. Eric looked at the lathe parked in front of him and began to make adjustments.

After unloading these heavy lathes, he did not disassemble the key components, so he did not find the debugging process particularly difficult.

On the contrary, because of the points allocated to his mental attributes, he was quite adept at it and finished everything in no time.

“The Grizzly G0709 metal lathe is for roughing, and the PM-1236T lathe is for finishing,” Eric said, sitting next to them, looking at the two brand-new lathes with interest in his eyes.

He really enjoyed the process of making and assembling the product, or rather, most of a man's hobbies are in these areas.

"However, we also need a CNC milling machine to process planes, grooves, keyways, gears and various complex irregular curved surfaces, and a 3D printer to manufacture jigs, fixtures and templates."

Heat treatment equipment responsible for quenching, tempering and other treatments on finished parts, such as gun barrels and bolts.

And surface treatment equipment responsible for rust prevention, aesthetics, and improving surface hardness.

In addition to these, a set of precision measuring tools is also needed.

Eric spread his hands, revealing an American-style expression.

There's so much to prepare, but thankfully I recently received some more money.

For someone as wealthy as he is now, this expense is just a drop in the ocean.

Moreover, the happiness and skill improvement gained from this small amount of money are priceless.

Eric stroked his chin, staring at the lathe: "These things should greatly improve my skill levels in [Machining], [Precision Measurement], and [Tool Making], and create synergistic effects with other skills."

But then he thought about going to work tomorrow, so Eric shook his head, glanced at the nascent basement, and turned to leave.

He didn't have time and could only tinker with it during his break.

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Nothing happened that night, and the next morning...

Eric entered the garage, sat in the driver's seat of the Ford Raptor, watched the slowly upgrading roller shutter door, and let out a soft breath.

“It’s been a long time since I last felt this way.”

The time he took leave and the two weeks of paid leave combined didn't even reach a month. Yet, it still gave him this feeling of being in a different world.

"Looks like too many things have happened lately." Eric stepped on the gas and drove the car out of the garage, somewhat speechless at his bad luck.

On just one trip, he encountered all sorts of things that ordinary people would never experience in their entire lives.

hum!
The Ford Raptor sped out of the garage, drifted down the road ahead, and headed straight for the West Canyon Police Department.

at this time.

The locker room at the West Canyon Police Department was in complete disarray.

In one of the rows of wardrobes.

"Have you heard? Eric's been reinstated," Will's voice broke the silence, bringing up the topic.

The man to his right is still Darren, the slacker of the West Canyon Police Department, known as the Gun of Kindness.

He was taking off his personal clothes, stuffing them into the closet, and taking out his patrol uniform.

"Do you think Eric is taking leave to carry out a secret mission for the police station?" Darren whispered.

"Otherwise, how could he suddenly take a two-week leave? Will, have you heard anything about it?"

Weston, who was to Darren's right, suddenly stopped and looked at Will. This guy had many sources of information and had always been the information king in their group.

Will glanced around the locker room and said in a low voice, "I heard it's related to the FBI. He helped the FBI a lot."

Darren and Weston exchanged a glance, both with expressions of certainty.

Before they could delve deeper into the topic, an even bigger commotion suddenly broke out.

Greeting voices rang out: "Eric? Wow, I heard you're a Level 3 Constable now?"

"Welcome back, buddy!"

"Congratulations, buddy, I told you you'd be back soon."

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The three of them looked at each other, and the corners of their mouths all turned up slightly in unison. Eric was finally back.

(End of this chapter)