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

Chapter 270 Harassment - Family Issues
Daves tapped the projection screen heavily with his finger and said seriously.

"Look carefully, everyone! This is a county-wide wanted notice issued by the county bureau: Armand Herrera, a first-class wanted criminal, aged 26."

Last week, he robbed a gas station at gunpoint in Camarillo, shooting and killing a clerk. Intelligence suggests he may have fled to our jurisdiction.

Daves paused, his gaze sweeping over the patrol officers below, before drifting almost imperceptibly to Eric.

“Watch his eyes, guys, this isn’t your average street thug.”

A retired soldier, highly skilled in tactics, and extremely dangerous. According to intelligence from the county police, he may be carrying a rifle.

The briefing room fell silent; the previously relaxed atmosphere instantly froze.

The patrol officers exchanged glances; none of them wanted such a desperate criminal to appear in their patrol area.

"The vehicle driven by this person is an eighth-generation Chevrolet Impala, produced between 2000 and 2005. The vehicle is black and has California license plates, with the license plate number 5AOJ230."

We believe he may be hiding in a motel or abandoned warehouse near the highway, ready to escape at any time.

Daves's gaze swept across the entire area again. "Anyone who spots him, do not act alone, do not be a hero! Call for backup immediately and wait for SWAT."

I want each and every one of you to understand: when facing this venomous snake, one wrong decision could be fatal.

"Sir."

Eric suddenly raised his hand and asked a question. His voice was not loud, but it attracted the attention of all the patrol officers present.

"I have a question: Is he acting alone, or could he be with accomplices?"

When wanted criminals like these flee in a certain direction, it's usually because they're seeking refuge with a particular person or relative.

After those words, anyone could sense Eric's restless energy and high fighting spirit.

Daves paused for a moment, then said, "There is no clear information at the moment, but based on the modus operandi, the possibility of accomplices cannot be ruled out."

Daves paused, staring at Eric as if he could foresee what would happen next, and then said, "So I emphasize again, do not act rashly."

Eric felt a little guilty and avoided Daves's gaze.

To be honest, this wanted criminal is really packed with all the elements. Based on the previous victim's trigger mechanism theory, Eric had a feeling that this guy would trigger a mission.

Therefore, it's impossible for him not to cause trouble.

But Eric suddenly felt something was wrong. After the great purification project, he seemed to have not caused any trouble for a long time, so what was he feeling guilty about?
With that in mind, Eric openly met Daves's eyes again.

Daves's cheek twitched. Seeing that everyone except Eric seemed uninterested, he could only tap the table and hesitate before saying:

"Of course, whoever finds the vehicle and plays a key role in it will be the star of the week."
While my hug might not be particularly appealing, adding a full, undisturbed four-day vacation makes the reward much more substantial, doesn't it?

Now, the patrol officers started whispering among themselves. Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Daves began picking up the documents from the high table:
"Alright everyone, stay alert and be careful! Dismissed!"

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The briefing room was in turmoil again; people were leaving, and others were saying hello.

Will looked at Eric, who had stood up, and asked, "Eric, do you have any ideas?"

Eric nodded, and seeing that Weston and Darren were looking over, he said seriously.

"When you see the car, call out to me."

These old buddies are all veteran patrol officers, with years of service accumulated and a vast network of informants.

Of course, his main concern was that the purification project might be too effective.

Will laughed and said, "OK!" Darren and Weston exchanged a glance, nodded, and smiled a little more.

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Ten o'clock in the evening.

A calm voice rang out as an Explorer police car slowly drove away from the parking space.

"10-L (Single Patrol)-11, Begin Patrol."

A female voice from the dispatch center responded: "Received!"

Accompanied by the melodious female voice, the Explorer patrol car drove out of the internal parking lot, followed the auxiliary road to the exit, and made a right turn to merge into the night traffic.

as always.

Eric went to the coffee shop run by the Asian couple as usual, picked up a cup of coffee that had already been made, and then began his official patrol.

Eric rested one hand on the steering wheel and the other elbow on the open window sill, taking a leisurely sip of his coffee.

Coffee is indeed addictive, but it's also something that patrol officers on night shifts can't live without.

Caffeine can stimulate the cerebral cortex, enhance concentration, and relieve fatigue, thereby helping to stay awake and maintain necessary alertness.

This is the key reason why they drink coffee.

Of course, his purpose wasn't to drink coffee, but rather to take a sip when he was bored to pass the time.

Eric put the coffee on the cup holder and looked at the police computer.

The above shows that he drove into the area that Daves marked in red tonight.

Where will you hide?

Eric glanced at the wanted poster in the upper right corner, then looked up at the windshield.

His police car was driving on a highway, with traffic still flowing sparsely in front of him and the lights of skyscrapers still shining brightly in the distance.

But Eric's gaze rarely lingered on these scenes; instead, he focused on the 24-hour drive-in restaurants, motels, and abandoned areas along the street.

His goal tonight is very clear.

Therefore, even though he saw the few furtive figures outside the restaurant entrance, seemingly engaged in some kind of transaction, Eric chose to ignore them, letting them tacitly separate when they saw the police car and walk into the alley entrance.

This is typical of American streets; catching these kids isn't very interesting.

Eric drove on expressionlessly, then onto the next avenue. He glanced at the dilapidated motel on the side of the street, but didn't spot the target vehicle, so he continued on.

Before he could drive over and continue searching for the next location, a notification from the dispatch center sounded on the control panel.

"10-L (Solo Patrol)-11, Code 2 (Regular Incident, No Need to Use Police Lights or Siren), Address: 1235 Floresta Street"
The caller, identified as 415f (harassment - family issues), claimed that nearby neighbors were arguing loudly, accompanied by sounds of objects being smashed.

The person who called the police also heard threats like "I'll kill you" and "I'll kill you," which made his whole family anxious and unable to sleep. He hoped the police could come and handle the situation promptly.

Eric glanced at the road ahead and casually picked up the walkie-talkie.

"10-L (Single Patrol)-11, received, en route to 1235 Floresta Street for processing."

He has handled far too many of these kinds of incidents.

The most outrageous incident involved a man over 1.8 meters tall who was hospitalized after being beaten by his wife, all because she had cheated on him. Afterwards, the man refused to divorce her.
(End of this chapter)