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

Chapter 244 Crazy
"Hey, Officer Stevens! Long time no see! You're back and already patrolling your 'territory'? Great! I've been waiting for you for ages!"

Eric stopped the police car and looked at Barnaby, who was different from other addicts and had dressed himself neatly. Barnaby approached him with enthusiasm and leaned his upper body against the passenger window.

"The bastards around here all think you're dead and are starting to stir again, but don't worry, if anything happens, I, the First Knight, will definitely be the first to report to you, the King!"
I wholeheartedly support you, Eric!

“I am not the king, Barnaby.”

Eric ignored him and, while unbuckling his seatbelt, said, "Are you sure you're alright, Barnaby?"

This guy's probably lost his mind from sucking so much fat.

“Good! Very good! I’m perfectly fine, officer,” Barnaby laughed.

"I've successfully kicked my drug habit! I haven't used it for a month now!"

Eric chuckled, got out of the car, glanced around, and headed towards the couple's coffee shop. It was still early, and there weren't many customers inside.

Moreover, the Asian couple waved and greeted him as soon as they saw him appear.

“That’s great, Barnaby. Seriously, quitting drugs is only good for you. I hope you can stick with it for another six months.”

"Yes! Sir!"

Barnaby followed closely behind: "God bless America! Officer Stevens, if you want to be president, I will absolutely support you! I've talked to so many people! You can't even imagine how many! They all support you!"

The President? Eric paused, turning back to look at the incessantly chattering Barnaby.

Damn, has this guy really gone mad? Or is he still experiencing withdrawal symptoms?

Barnaby seemed not to understand Eric's expression: "No one treats Black, Latino, and Asian people as equally as you do."

Even if they did, their eyes exuded an air of superiority. Don't believe me? Ask Angela and Dylan, and…

Eric was a little confused by him and interrupted him directly: "Wait! Barnaby, what the hell are you doing?"

“I support you as president!” Barnaby said.

"It's smoky and disgusting outside, it's awful! You know what I mean, I think the president should do something about this and wash away all the filth."

And no one can do a better job of flushing away all this filth than you, Eric!

After I got out, I talked to many people, and they all expressed their support for my idea.

Eric! My 'King,' please carry our hopes to the election!

Upon hearing this, Eric decisively chose to ignore it and walked towards the couple's coffee shop.

Election my foot!
Damn, this guy must be crazy. Experience tells me not to pay attention to lunatics, or they'll just get more and more excited.

No matter how much Barnaby rambled on, Eric walked into the coffee shop without saying a word.

Upon seeing the Asian couple, Angela and Dylan, Eric, sitting on a high stool, looked embarrassed and his first words were...

"So what are you all up to?"

Shop owner Dylan and his wife Angela exchanged a glance, then looked at their landlord Barnaby, who was nodding vigorously at them, and whispered awkwardly.

“After Mr. Barnaby came out, he approached us and asked if he would vote for us if we wanted to be president.”

Eric said helplessly, "So your answer is, yes?"

Dylan coughed lightly and nodded.

“He’s insane, stop playing along with his madness!” Eric was silent for a moment, not knowing what to say, he just said.

"Angela, the usual."

Upon hearing this, Angela immediately went to make coffee.

Barnaby persisted from behind, saying, "I'm not crazy! I'm perfectly sober, Eric!"

Our plan is to start as a city councilor for our district! And then as mayor! You can definitely succeed, Eric! Eric's head started to throb. "Angela, can you hurry up? I have things to do."

So, as soon as Angela finished making the coffee, Eric took it and quickly left.

With this madman around, this place is unbearable.

However, as the police car drove away, Barnaby waved and shouted, "Eric, we'll always be waiting for you!"

"Wait my foot!" Eric shook his head. As the sound in his ear disappeared, he breathed a sigh of relief, picked up his coffee, and took a sip to calm his nerves.

But because of Barnaby, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he shook his head.

You're overthinking it.

He preferred a free and easy life to being a mayor or something like that.

"I can't take this anymore, I need to go pick up a few tickets to change my mood." Eric quickly drove to a well-known intersection within the West Canyon Police Department and parked in a relatively secluded spot.

This concealed location is also recognized as a good location. The advantage is that by the time the drivers notice the police car, it's already too late.

Eric held his coffee in one hand, taking sips now and then, his eyes constantly fixed on the intersection ahead, waiting for the unlucky guy to run into the line of fire.

Traffic flow was moderate, neither too much nor too little.

The drivers seemed to know that this intersection was a hotspot for the corrupt police officers to issue tickets, and they all drove very properly.

But Eric knew that although there wasn't one now, time would bring the first unlucky one to his sight.

This intersection is one of the key junctions in the area, attracting both out-of-towners and locals who rarely visit.

Soon, the first unlucky person appeared.

It was a car that was following several cars going straight ahead when it made a left turn.

But by the time the vehicles going straight ahead had driven off, and he was about to turn left, the green light for left turns had just turned yellow. By the time he was halfway through the turn, the yellow light had already turned red.

Eric chuckled, shoved the coffee back into the cup holder, turned on the police lights and sirens, and gave chase.

Waaah—waaah—baby!
With the police lights on, the most eye-catching police car in the entire area appeared at the intersection.

It was obvious that the driver who had just turned was confused, but when he saw the police car that had been chasing him, he slowly slowed down and pulled over.

Eric parked the police car two meters behind him, unbuckled his seatbelt, placed his right hand on his gun holster, and got out of the car.

I first glanced at the driver through the rear window. He was a white man in his thirties with a sleek bald head.

The car was very clean, as if it had just been washed, so smooth that it was reflective.

Eric glanced at the trunk as usual, then casually wiped his fingerprints on the headlights and the edge of the trunk lid before reaching under the trunk floor and scratching around.

But this grab revealed something that made Eric squint slightly before staring at the rear window.

The bald driver was looking in the rearview mirror, observing this area.

"It's a bit interesting."

Eric remained calm as he walked towards the driver's seat, using his body as cover to keep his line of sight closed, and flicked the unidentified crumb from his fingertips into his pocket.

Good morning, sir.

The bald driver looked at Eric standing outside the car window and asked in confusion, "Officer, what happened?"

“It’s nothing, sir. Do you know why I stopped you?” Eric said.

Seeing the bald driver shake his head, Eric continued, "Because you ran a red light when you turned left at the intersection just now, please show me your driver's license and vehicle registration certificate."

(End of this chapter)