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

Chapter 261 The Balance
"It can't be that simple!" Eric thought to himself, shaking his head.

"I'm afraid this is just one of the mechanisms that triggers the mission. Otherwise, if you become a detective in the police department, wouldn't each case be a mission?"
It won't be that simple, but one thing is certain: there must be a victim involved in the mission.

Eric looked at his laptop, pondered for a moment, then closed it, got up, and walked towards the kitchen.

Using the ingredients he had in the refrigerator, Eric made himself a tomato and egg stir-fry. He never got tired of this dish, perhaps because of the tomatoes.

A dinner menu of scrambled eggs with tomatoes for one person is naturally not enough.

Eric quickly whipped up a dish of stir-fried beef with celery, braised eggplant, and chicken and potato stew.

Suddenly, the restaurant was filled with the aroma of food.

Eric sat there, continuing to leave his laptop on the dining table.

Then I made a video call to Tifa to chat, tell her about the current situation, and ask for her opinion.

Ten o'clock in the evening is just the right time.

As soon as the call connected, Tifa's extremely beautiful and delicate face appeared on the screen.

However, the background behind her still resembled the layout of an office.

"Honey!"

Hearing Tifa's alluring voice, Eric smiled, looking at the familiar bookshelves and desk background behind her on the screen:
"still busy?"

Tifa tucked a strand of her brown hair behind her ear. Even though she looked a little tired in front of the camera, she was still stunningly beautiful. She smiled when she saw Eric eating rice.

"The meeting has just ended."

Tifa looked at Eric as she said this: "Honey, you just got off work?"

And this timing is unusual; what has happened this time?

“I can’t hide it from you.” Eric smiled helplessly, picking up a piece of scrambled eggs with tomatoes with his chopsticks. “I encountered a small problem while on duty, just like before, I had to use my gun.”

Eric then briefly explained the situation of the day. Now that Tifa's status was not low, it would be easy for her to check his situation with her current authority.

Tifa's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, but quickly relaxed, her gaze towards Eric revealing even deeper concern.

"So what about you?" Eric asked with a smile, decisively changing the subject.

“It’s in the final stages.” Tifa glanced at Eric knowingly and briefly explained her situation.

The Holy Spirit Cult, which had been entrenched in Yaxi Town, has been almost completely eradicated. Its members scattered around the area, whether on the periphery or in the core, have been arrested.

During the process, many people died, but of course, they were not FBI agents.

But regardless, the outcome was good, and the FBI made amazing gains.

Whether it's the illicit money within this Holy Spirit Cult or the fame and fortune hidden within, the FBI has made a fortune.

Just from what Tifa said, Eric knew that the person in charge of this operation must have been on TV quite a bit. Unfortunately, he didn't usually pay attention to these media reports and was too lazy to follow up.

Eric had another long phone conversation with Tiffany, and he also told her about his conversation with Daves.

"So he talked to me for a long time. The detective department, or the Counterterrorism and Special Operations Bureau, they all seemed to have their doors open to me and were willing to skip a lot of routine procedures for me."

Tifa leaned forward slightly, her expression showing great interest: "Darling, what do you think?"

"Daves suggested that I would be safer and have better prospects at the detective agency," Eric mumbled, eating his food.
"The counterterrorism bureau seems to see me more as a dagger."

“Daves is a smart man, and he genuinely cares about you,” Tifa said succinctly.

"From his perspective and standpoint, his advice is absolutely correct. The work of a detective can indeed keep you away from some of the high-intensity, immediate dangers on the front lines and allow you to use your mind more."

At this point, Tifa paused, adding that she also preferred Eric to go to the detective agency.

"Don't forget, my dear, your ability to solve mysteries is equally outstanding. If you go to the Counterterrorism and Special Operations Bureau, you might become the sharpest weapon, but you could also be locked in your sheath, only to be drawn in the most extreme circumstances."

Do you like this state?

"But if you go to the detective agency, you'll have more autonomy."

Tifa smiled slightly, as if she had completely seen through her man: "So, your choice should not be based on security or promotion, darling."

It should be based on which path you deep down desires more: to be a sharp knife awaiting orders, or to be a hunter who strikes on his own?

Looking at Tifa on the screen, Eric silently gave her a thumbs up. As expected of someone who works in psychology, she's really amazing; she always gets straight to the point when it comes to problems.

When he arrived at the theory of the 'victim' trigger mechanism, his attitude and balance had already tilted towards the police department.

His identity as a detective allows him to legitimately access a large number of cases that meet his criteria.

As for the Counter-Terrorism and Special Operations Bureau, to be honest, it doesn't quite fit his personality, which is characterized by a pursuit of stability.

Seeing Eric remain silent, Tifa picked up her coffee cup from the table, took a sip, and said casually, "No matter which path you choose, remember, Tifa Allison, a profiler in the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit, will always be your strongest support and your personal psychological assessor."

Of course, it's free.

Eric chuckled when he saw Tifa suddenly break into a mischievous smile.

The two chatted on the phone for a while longer, agreeing that he would visit her when he had a vacation.

After all, Tifa's job is quite special; she doesn't just stay in one place, but flies all over the world to support various locations.

Listening to Tifa's soft voice saying "I love you, darling, goodnight," Eric hung up the video call contentedly. Looking at the spotless plates on the table, he casually picked up a plate to tidy up.

the other side.

Tifa looked at the screen, a slight smile still on her face.

"Have you finally finished talking?" A rather annoyed voice came from the side.

"Tifa, honestly, this is the first time I've ever seen you like this since I've known you! You're hopeless!"

Tifa looked in the direction of the sound and saw a woman sitting next to her.

Rachel, a sex crime expert and the person in charge of information organization.

Her best friend whom she recently made.

"Also, why does it feel like he never says he loves you?" Rachel complained.

"You're the one expressing things, is that right? It shouldn't be like this!"

Hearing her new best friend's seemingly distressed and regretful tone, Tifa paused for a moment, but then smiled and said...

"Because he never expresses love with words, but with actions."

As she spoke, Tifa raised an eyebrow, as if she had found something interesting, and continued.

"I only recently realized that this trait seems to belong to the reserved and profound nature of the East?"

Rachel paused for a moment, then looked at Tifa, who was always cold and businesslike in the department, and smiled brightly, and said.

He once told me a saying: "At first, I judged people by their words and believed their actions; now I judge people by their words and observe their actions."

This means that the standard for judging a person is not what they say, but what they do.

I checked, this is a saying from the East, from the Analects of Confucius.

(End of this chapter)