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

Chapter 269 Losing the Dream
Back in the car.

Eric looked at the passenger seat; his warding-off-bad-luck gear was finally complete.

By combining Eastern and Western elements, and employing both ancient and modern methods, he refused to believe that he would continue to be so unlucky.

Eric's eyes narrowed slightly as he suddenly remembered the Asian girl who resembled Kane.

He had already discovered that Kane was following them, which suggests that the girl and Kane definitely had some kind of secret relationship.

Kane clearly underestimated him.

"Let's consider this a good deed." Recalling the process of giving money to the girl, Eric stepped on the gas, controlled the car to leave the parking lot, and went home to carry out his purification mission.

-

The purification project is complete; it's the third day of my vacation.

My future father-in-law sent me a notification that his building permit had been issued. He said he needed to go to the city hall to sign his name, and then he could start preparing the materials for the fence and get it installed.

So, accompanied by his future father-in-law, he went to the city hall again to collect the building permit.

Of course, he also received a few words of criticism from his future father-in-law.

Despite this, his future father-in-law was quite concerned about him and even introduced him to a reliable construction team.

It must be said that my future father-in-law's years as a lawyer specializing in civil affairs have certainly paid off; he has a very wide network of connections.

The whole process went very smoothly. We're just waiting for the materials to arrive so that the fencing work can start immediately.

After signing a contract with the construction team, Eric returned and immediately began ordering materials.

The materials for the fence can be purchased openly, but all the materials needed for the interior are purchased together in separate orders.

This is why he needs the building permit or similar document.

Including the construction team's costs, this sudden expense amounted to approximately $1.03 million.

It was right within his budget.

After deducting this amount, his remaining balance is: 9,666,824.

-

West Canyon Police Department, Daves's office.

"You've made up your mind?" Daves looked at the application documents and glanced up at Eric, who had only been working for a short time.

This guy is quite decisive. He mentioned it the other day, and today he submitted his application for Police Officer III+1 assessment.

Eric said, "Yes, sir, I've made up my mind." Now that the West Canyon Police Department was feeling the pressure, it was indeed time for him to leave.

Anyway, criminal cases can also trigger missions.

“Okay.” Daves looked at Eric, a hint of reluctance flashing in his eyes, and put away the documents.

"I will inform Inspector Grey. You can go back to work now."

Eric stepped forward and said, "Yes, sir!" Then he turned and strode away.

-

In the days that followed, it seemed that the cleanup operation had taken effect, and Eric lived a peaceful life, leading the boring patrol life of a real police officer.

There were no shootings, no dangerous police incidents, and no missions were triggered.

It was all just trivial matters.

People lost things, people argued, people got injured, and people found that things in the house were not placed in the right place—these were all small things.

This prompted Will and the others to mock him: "Congratulations, Eric, death's favor has finally left you."

Of course, Eric didn't forget to take the Police Officer III+1 exam.

After all, this assessment is a multi-dimensional and comprehensive evaluation process that lasts for a long time.

It will take at least a few weeks or a month, and at most several months.

Someone like him would naturally aim for the shortest possible time.

The first stage assesses physical fitness and tactical skills, including tactical decision-making shooting, physical fitness testing, and close-range control tactics.

This was a piece of cake for him. The second challenge, the situational judgment test, was even easier.

His mental attributes, including memory, logical thinking, observation, and perception, have been raised to 15.5, in addition to his background in psychology.

It's completely under my control.

The final oral defense committee was practically useless.

Only two weeks have passed.

A silver bar has been added to his uniform shoulder insignia, indicating that he is now a senior police officer (Police Officer III+1).

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Half past nine in the evening.

A long-awaited night shift.

The briefing room was noisy, filled with officers greeting each other, joking, and mocking each other.

Eric sat in his seat, arms crossed, leaning back in his chair, looking somewhat dazed and as if he had lost his life.

God knows how he got through that time.

The purification project has been too effective.

There really wasn't a single task during this period.

He was so bored that he almost considered causing trouble for the gang and stirring up some trouble.

He's not here to be a patrolman; he's here to accomplish something, to grow bigger and stronger, and to become a superman.

“Look, this guy has lost his dreams,” Will’s voice rang out.

"Poor thing, without the favor of death, he's like a fish that's been sunbathing and turned into a salted fish," Darren's envious voice followed.

"How wonderful."

Weston coughed and looked at Eric: "Eric, to be honest, this is what a real patrolman should be like. Your previous ones weren't quite right."

Eric sighed; none of them understood him.

Will and the others exchanged glances, a multitude of thoughts converging within them.

They all sensed that Eric seemed to be in a bad mood today, but they didn't know how to comfort him.

This is unbelievable! I've never seen anyone so eager for thrills.

At that moment, Daves strode in, carrying a thick folder and a steaming coffee cup.

"Quiet!"

The chatter in the room immediately subsided.

Will and the others also shut their mouths. Eric followed their gaze and watched as Daves strode up the low podium, slammed his cup and folder onto the table, braced himself with his hands on the table, and scanned the entire briefing room.

"Alright, everyone pay attention, let's begin."

As his voice faded, a community adjacent to the highway was highlighted in red on the map screen behind him.

As always, Daves will point out things to watch out for recently.

"At 3 p.m. this afternoon, a drive-by robbery occurred here. The victims were a family who were tourists. They lost their passports, camera and all their cash."

The suspects are two Latino men, driving a dark-colored sedan, possibly an older model Honda Accord, without license plates. Highway exits are their preferred escape route; keep an eye out for them when you pass by.

There was also a task assigned to a patrol unit: "At 8 p.m., there's a neighborhood watch meeting at the Oak Point Community Centre. They're very unhappy with our handling of noise and litter complaints from homeless camps."

Darren, this is a good opportunity for you. You and Lucy go there, listen more and say less, and don't add fuel to the fire! Tell them we're acting according to the law, but it will take time.

At this point, Daves switched the screen again, displaying a wanted poster.

He seems like a dangerous person.

He had a buzz cut with three clear shaves on the sides, a thick beard that covered his upper lip, and a pair of eyes that exuded a snake-like coldness.

The entire face, taken together, sends a strong signal: Keep out of reach of strangers.

(End of this chapter)