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

Chapter 263 Introduction
This inquiry was merely a supplementary material collection conducted by the prosecution to strengthen the chain of evidence.

So the inquiry ended quickly and without any complications.

Annie pursed her lips and looked at Eric seriously, saying, "Officer Stevens, thank you for your cooperation. I have finished asking my questions. This statement will be filed as supplementary material to the Damon Ike and Kieran Meeker case. Thank you again for your time and cooperation."

She stood up with the recorder and extended her hand to Eric.

Eric raised an eyebrow. This rookie has really made something of himself. In some ways, the prosecution is a level above the law enforcement agencies, and their statuses are completely different.

Looking at Annie, Eric stood up, reached out, and shook her hand, a strange look flashing across his face.

The other person's hands were shaking.

You're welcome, Madam Prosecutor.

Annie abruptly pulled her hand back with a large movement, causing the recorder behind her to glance at her and then look at Eric with a puzzled expression.

But Annie had already turned and left, and the recorder couldn't linger. He could only nod to Eric and Morrison before following Annie out of the interrogation room.

"You know her?" Morrison asked curiously.

As expected, the newbie was still a newbie, and her behavior was too obvious. Eric calmly said, "Of course I know her. She used to be a patrol officer here and was one of my trainees."

Morrison was surprised: "I see. No wonder she asked so many questions so concisely, focusing only on the core issues."

Eric said, "So this matter is over here, right?"

Morrison nodded and said, "Yes, the prosecution has a fairly complete chain of evidence. However, there are still some documents that you need to sign, which are related to the shooting case."

"Alright! Let's go then." Eric said quickly.

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Having taken care of everything, Eric returned home, finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Thinking of Annie's new look, Eric shook his head and continued his journey of designing a secure fortress.

Bill's house was just like a sturdy house, but he wanted more.

From the outside in, we set up defenses layer by layer to delay, prevent, and ultimately eliminate external threats.

The first layer is the outer perimeter and perimeter defense.

He wants to replace the existing fence with a sturdy metal fence that is at least 2.5 meters high and has anti-climb spikes.

At the same time, the foundation should be deepened to prevent it from being easily pushed over.

In addition to this, a low brick and stone wall must be added inside the fence to increase the difficulty of physical breaching.

The lighting has also been completely replaced, with the installation of full-coverage, blind-spot-free motion sensor-activated high-intensity lighting and low-light infrared lighting to ensure clear images from the surveillance cameras at night.

Deploy high-definition surveillance cameras with infrared night vision capabilities to cover all angles.

Remote-controlled reinforced hydraulic bollards or heavy-duty gates are installed at the entrances to the driveways.
Eric sat in the computer room, where several large screens in front of him produced one structural diagram, 3D model, and so on.

It must be said that all the skills on the skill panel, combined with the current physical body, brain, and so on, present a 1+1=3 effect.

With firearms mastery level 4 and precision shooting level 5, he understands the relationship between the field of fire, field of view, and cover, and can design the most effective defensive firing positions.

Even a level 4 martial arts skill can influence his design of internal passageways and room layouts, space utilization, corner clearing, and trap setting.

In an instant, Eric's years of accumulated experience erupted here.

Structural engineering.

Architecture and construction management.

Safety systems engineering.

Multiple skills began to appear.

It can be said that, as time goes on, Eric is not far from becoming an all-rounder.

If people knew, they would just call him a monster. But for some reason, it seemed that God was not going to let him have his way. Before he could even finish dealing with the outer defenses of the first layer, another phone call came in.

Eric looked at the 3D model of the house that was beginning to come together, shook his head helplessly, and picked up his personal phone from the table.

It was Lei calling.

This guy definitely took advantage of his vacation time to call.

But Ray's phone calls were rarely just casual conversations.

Eric suddenly remembered that Ray had said he would introduce him to some friends; this must be it.

Are they from the underworld?

Eric squinted and swiped to answer the phone: "Ray, it's me."

"Busy?" Lei's voice rang out.

Eric glanced at the computer screen: "I'm busy with renovations, is there something you need?"

"Didn't I say I was going to introduce you to a few people?" Lei said.

“One of them just happened to be at my house. Would you like to come over? I heard you’re on vacation again. You’re something else, Eric, taking a vacation right after starting work.”

Hearing Ray's sigh, Eric said helplessly, "I didn't want to either."

Eric paused for a moment and then asked, "Do you need me to bring anything with me?"

Lei said, "No need, we have everything here."

“OK! I’ll go over later,” Eric said, hanging up the phone. He tidied up and dealt with some details before getting up and leaving the computer room.

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"thunder."

In a historic house, a man sitting on the sofa with a bottle of beer looked at Lei, who had put away his phone, and smiled.

"I just came to see you, old buddy, and I didn't expect you to want to introduce me to someone? A Los Angeles Police Department patrolman, are you sure it's a good fit, buddy?"

Lei said, "A patrolman? A patrolman who has been in the force for two years and has killed countless people."

However, the burly man chuckled, held up his beer can, and shook it with a dismissive expression.

“Ray, the people he faces are different from the people we face.”

Lei calmly replied, "What difference could there be? It's just that he faced a different environment. Otherwise, given his skill level and age, he could have done even better than you."
Barney, don't look down on me because of my profession. I'm just a patrolman now, aren't I?

Barney was a little surprised. He had fought alongside Ray in bloody battles, and it was no exaggeration to say that he and Ray had crawled out of the bloody mud together.

However, after retiring from the military, the two made different choices. He chose to continue working, gathering people he knew to form a mercenary team, taking on jobs in the underworld and occasionally government assignments.

Lei, however, chose to live in anonymity as an ordinary patrolman. In Lei's words, he didn't want to die alone like a hornet's nest in a pool of blood.

But he never expected that someone like Lei would value someone so much, considering how high Lei's standards were.

“Since we’re facing a different world, this doesn’t seem appropriate, Ray?” Barney said seriously.

"What's inappropriate?" Lei said with a smile.

"He's my friend, and you're my friend too. Let's get to know each other, it's that simple. We're just killing time anyway."

“Okay,” Barney nodded.

Ray heard the sound of an engine outside and, seeing that Barney had also noticed the commotion, got up and continued speaking.

"Don't worry, he knows about the existence of the underworld, and there's nothing to hide. You can tell him about it; he's a young man, so he should be very curious."

(End of this chapter)