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

Chapter 264 Sylvester Stallone

Eric parked his car, looked at the historic house, and got out.

One can imagine that Ray's family members were probably at church for Mass.

Because his family's car wasn't there.

But the black pickup truck parked in front caught his eye.

It has to be said that a car like this would definitely catch the eye of men.

This is a full-size GMC TopKick C4500, which has been completely modified. The chassis has been raised significantly, and the tall body is a thick matte black.

The air intake grille resembles an open black maw, and the headlights are square LED light clusters covered with a thick explosion-proof mesh.

Eric glanced at it, and the relevant data kept flashing through his mind.

The most striking feature is the robust steel front bumper, the thickness of the body panels is visibly solid, and the door seams are tight and sturdy.

Furthermore, the small gap between the tire and the wheel arch indicates that the shock absorbers may have been adjusted, and also suggests that the vehicle is under heavy load.

Could it be that this vehicle is completely covered in composite armor? Even the windows are bulletproof?
“Ray’s friend is interesting,” Eric thought to himself, looking at the car window that had a slightly greenish tint.

Without a doubt, the owner of this unfamiliar car must be Lei's friend.

Moreover, the car reflects the person; this friend seems to be a tough guy.

Eric subconsciously associated Ray's image with his own and began to have a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on. Although Ray was a patrolman, he had done quite a few shady jobs.

Just look at the fact that he knows John Wick, and you'll understand.

Seeing the closed front door, Eric stepped forward to press the doorbell.

But when he heard the noise inside, Eric stopped what he was doing, letting the closed door open and reveal Ray's extremely relaxed face.

“Ray.” Eric caught a whiff of alcohol on Ray.

"You're here?" Ray laughed, opening the door to let Eric in.

Eric: "Hmm."

"Come in."

Eric nodded and went inside. In Ray's house, the living room was simply but sturdily furnished, with a minimalist, utilitarian style.

Eric's gaze swept across the living room, and the next second his eyes were fixed on the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa, who was unusually burly and had a resolute face.

Eric was stunned by that one glance.

The middle-aged man's face reminded him of a familiar man.

Sylvester Stallone?
Who else could that familiar face be but Sylvester Stallone?

First Blood? A middle-aged Rambo?

"Come, let me introduce you to one of my old buddies," Ray's voice rang out from behind.

Eric blinked, instantly hiding all his emotions, and nodded as he looked at the familiar face.

There was no need for any introduction; he could tell that this middle-aged Rambo must be incredibly powerful.

No wonder he drives that kind of pickup truck.

As Ray spoke, he picked up a bottle of beer from the side and handed it to Eric, then turned to the man on the sofa and said:
“Barney, this is Eric, the one I told you about.”

Barney calmly looked Eric over and smiled slightly.

This guy is so damn good-looking, a typical pretty boy! This is definitely the type of guy women love.

And he was dazzlingly young. But Barney saw more than that; as the captain of a mercenary group, he naturally possessed keen observation skills.

This kid is really strong. Although he's wearing a well-fitting casual jacket and T-shirt, his broad shoulders, thick chest muscles, and arm muscles can't be hidden by the way they fill out the clothes.

And most importantly, it's the eyes. Most young people, when they first meet someone as seasoned as him, will show a hint of nervousness and curiosity in their eyes.

But this kid didn't, which surprised him a bit. He was calm, direct, and even had a faint, reserved scrutiny.

This person is either an ignorant idiot who has never seen the world, or someone with a deep-seated calmness and confidence that they rely on.

Barney smiled and raised his beer bottle to Eric as a greeting.

“Barney Ray told me a lot about you.”

Eric glanced at Ray, who shrugged.

Eric raised his already opened beer in return, laughing, "Just doing my job."

Barney laughed. Combining what he'd overheard from Ray with this statement, he could tell that this kid was adept at using the rules to protect himself, and if possible, also capable of breaking the rules to do so.

"Ray said you're different, and it seems he wasn't wrong."

Eric raised an eyebrow slightly: "Perhaps it's because I'm more focused on solving problems."

Barney seemed to let out a very soft hum from his nose, whether in agreement or something else, it was hard to tell: "Solve the problem, good word! Solve it with a gun, or solve it with words?"

Eric chuckled, “It depends. We’ll use whichever method is more effective and permanent. I personally don’t like leaving behind any future troubles.”

Barney's gaze lingered on Eric's face for a second longer before he shook his head and laughed.

He guessed right. This kid looked very honest, but if you cut him open, he'd definitely find it very dark inside. Not bad, he liked it.

Lei watched from the side with a knowing smile on his face, opened a can of beer for himself, and sat down on the sofa.

For him, it was wonderful that he could get to know his old comrade-in-arms who had risked his life for him and his young friend.

Eric also sat down unceremoniously on the sofa in front of Barney, next to Ray.

Damn it, I actually ran into Sylvester Stallone and got to drink with him. It feels like my past life and this life have merged.

I wonder if he has three more daughters here?

The three men laughed and drank beer, creating a harmonious atmosphere with a tacit understanding that only men could comprehend.

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"Barney, may I ask what you do?" Eric asked after they had gotten to know each other better.

Barney looked at Ray: "Didn't he tell you?"

Eric shook his head: "He's very tight-lipped. I feel like if I didn't know about the opposite underworld, there probably wouldn't be such an occasion."

Barney pointed at Ray, a helpless look on his face, and then said, "International logistics and security consulting? Just think of it as me finding someone to set up a security company. As long as the money is enough, I'll take on any job."

Eric thought to himself, "As expected. How could Stallone be an unknown figure? I guess his security company is no different from Bill's."

But it's a security company. What's going on? Is the world really this chaotic?
However, this also shows that the underground world is indeed being controlled and guided.

It's quite possible that those who can't do things openly will hire security companies like Bill and Barney.

Eric wanted to ask if Barney knew Bill, but after thinking about it, he didn't say anything and could only say...

"cool."

(End of this chapter)