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

Chapter 342 Arrives Just in Time
“Ben.” Rhys answered the phone, his voice calm, but he paused before continuing.

"Wex is dead."

This sentence was like pressing the mute button, silencing all sound on the other end of the phone.

"I see."

There was a full few seconds of silence. Then a hoarse voice came from the phone:
"Brother, you probably have no idea what I've found out."

"Let's meet, Ben," Reese said calmly.

Ben, dressed sloppily, sat on a small sofa, calmly looking at the documents in his hand.

"it is good!"

He's a CIA agent now, so how could he not know what Reese meant?

To him, an unencrypted smartphone is basically a tracking device, with the only difference being the addition of a calling function.

Not only can they access phone calls, but they can also access some information stored on the phone.

Ben frowned, glanced at the hanging curtains again, grabbed the documents on the coffee table, tidied them up, and got up to leave.

-

"call!"

Inside the car, Rhys couldn't help but take a deep breath, but before he could relax, his phone rang again.

This time it was a call from home.

Rhys felt a sudden tightness in his chest, a wave of palpitations washing over him, and he quickly answered the phone.

His wife's voice trembled and choked with sobs:

"Reese!"

-

A speeding SUV appeared, attracting the attention of law enforcement officers who had surrounded the residence.

At this point, it was almost finished.

Eric was still outside, chatting casually with the soon-to-retire veteran Renato.

I also learned a lot of inside information.

Of course, there was no shortage of gossip.

Eric could only sigh: This truly lives up to the reputation of the free-spirited United States.

Many times, he felt that he, an unexpected visitor from another parallel world, was somewhat out of place in this atmosphere.

The roar of an engine interrupted his thoughts. Eric squinted and looked up. An SUV was driving aggressively and suddenly stopped on the street outside the banner.

The car door opened, and a man who looked almost exactly like the one in the photo got out.

"He's got a rather burly build," Eric remarked, habitually assessing the other's physique and combat prowess.

"I just don't know if the power is real or not."

Even so, Eric breathed a sigh of relief, as he had expected that Lieutenant Reese would be safe until he returned home.

Lieutenant Reese hurriedly unfurled the banner, proved his identity to the patrol officers blocking his way, and strode into the house.

"Hey Eric, I'm planning to retire. Are you coming?"

Renato was still rambling on beside him, seemingly because he was getting older and starting to talk more.

“I’ll be there, Renato,” Eric assured him, patting Renato on the shoulder.

"That's all for now, I'll get back to work."

Then, under Renato's shrug and American-style gaze, Eric left his spot and walked into the house as well.

Only a few technicians remained in the room, still finishing up their work.

The burly Lieutenant Reese was embracing his weeping wife and daughter, his face somber, a lingering shadow hanging over his brow, his eyes downcast, lost in thought.

Tifa, who was in law enforcement mode, stood to the side. When she saw him approaching, she nodded slightly, her cool and aloof expression softening for a moment, filled with tenderness and dependence.

Eric responded with a smile, looked at the three people embracing, noticed the little girl's furtive glances even now, and winked at her.

Anyway, he will try his best not to let his woman fall into this situation in the future.

Of course, I can only say I'll try my best.

He hadn't yet figured out a solution, and it seemed unsolvable, after all, Tifa was a living, breathing person, with FBI agents running all over the place. Eric frowned, his thoughts inexplicably drifting off course. He suddenly thought of the nuclear deterrence of major powers, and his eyes flickered slightly.

If his reputation spreads far and wide, wouldn't the other party be hesitant to act rashly?

“A double-edged sword.” Eric shook his head silently and walked naturally to Tifa’s side.

The absolute priority is to wipe out all the enemies first.

-

Soon.

The house returned to a state of apparent calm.

But beneath this calm lies an unseen tension, and the air is thick with the heavy feeling of an impending storm.

Eric sat at a table and chair in the open-air courtyard in the middle of the house, his gaze shifting.

The house is surrounded by a veranda on all sides. Although I had already seen it when I inspected the house, its structure is indeed quite unique.

Although it's open-air and surrounded by air, a breeze blows through, making the whole space feel much cooler.

"Honey, what are your thoughts?" Tifa, sitting next to Eric, gently nudged him as he looked around leisurely.

"Hmm?" Eric looked away.

"how?"

“His expression when he came back,” Tifa whispered.

"Anger, lingering fear, and an overwhelming sadness."

Eric narrowed his eyes and said, "Perhaps something happened somewhere we don't know about? Or maybe they haven't recovered from the death of their comrade."

Tifa shook her head: "This doesn't match how I first saw him. He wasn't like this back then. Something new might have happened."

Eric paused, then asked, "What do you think it could be because of?"

“I don’t know,” Tifa said.

"Too little information."

Eric's lips twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but when he heard the noise, he looked up and saw a figure walking towards them through the corridor.

"he came."

Tifa followed Eric's gaze and looked at Lieutenant Reese who was walking towards them.

Compared to their first meeting, the man was in a worse state; his brows were constantly furrowed with a deep, unyielding frown.

This means that Lieutenant Reese may also have sensed that there was something fishy going on.

at the same time.

As Reese walked over, he was also observing the handsome man and beautiful woman.

Rhys's gaze lingered briefly on Tifa, a hint of caution barely perceptible in his eyes.

He naturally remembered that unforgettable face.

He was seen with Agent Kingston at the time, who had been observing him the whole time.

Reese recalled the news of Agent Kingston's sudden death, and now it seemed that the man's sudden appearance here must have been due to some trouble.

When Rhys's gaze shifted to Eric, his scrutiny turned into genuine gratitude.

From Lauren's intermittent sobs, he pieced together the story that this young man had saved them from their desperate situation.

Even Jenny seemed to like him, chattering on and on about what this older brother had done.
This shows how delicate and gentle this man is; he not only provided protection but, more importantly, preserved Jenny's fragile sense of security.

Even this lady's portion was quite large.

With that thought in mind, Rhys stepped into the atrium and nodded solemnly to Eric and Tifa.

"Thank you." He looked at the two of them, his voice low and earnest.

Lauren told me that you were the ones who saved them, otherwise...

Eric raised an eyebrow, naturally sensing the weight of this gratitude. After exchanging a glance with Tifa, he accepted it readily and nodded in response.

"We arrived just in time."

(End of this chapter)