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

Chapter 57 A Thorough Search

Their honest assessment of the Chinese people's habit of saving money and being frugal is that they endure hardship without effort, living too hard a life, and even though they have savings, they still have to work hard.
This is the difference in perspective between the two.

If he were Black, he would most likely only choose to enjoy life to the fullest.

Therefore, he was certain that the black man did not have much cash on him, which meant he did not have the means to own a house, because the possibility of that was too low.

This eliminates the need to choose a permanent residence.

Extending further down.

If this Black man knew what he had done, he wouldn't have thought about escaping further to ensure his own safety, but rather would have quickly found a place to settle little Vanessa on the spot, and then carried out his thoughts and desires.

"Hotels! Inns! Motels!"

Eric instantly thought of the three most likely targets for the search. With his left hand on the steering wheel, he reached out with his right hand and marked all three points on the map on the center console.

As Eric manipulated the map, it expanded continuously from the crime scene at 36 Green Community, eventually revealing a total of seven hotels, motels, and other establishments within a five-mile radius that fit his selection criteria.

"The closest, first search target: Motel 6."

Having identified the first location, Eric kept his right foot pressed down on the accelerator, and the 289-horsepower 3.3-liter V6 engine roared to life.

It instantly sped up to about 80 miles per hour on city streets, startling surrounding traffic into swerving to avoid it or refusing to change lanes.

If a helicopter were overhead, it could spot this incredibly fast patrol car constantly changing positions and weaving through the ever-flowing traffic.

"Screech! 10-A-3 calling 10-A-11, Eric, what are your thoughts?"

Will's voice came through the walkie-talkie into the police car, and Eric calmly picked it up.

"I think the suspect is very likely to go to places like hotels and motels."

Will: "OK! I'll be careful!"

Besides Will, the other colleagues who responded to the police report also switched to the same channel, communicated together, and quickly decided to divide the work and cooperate.

Will and his team were in charge of the hotels, the rest of the staff were in charge of the motels, and he was in charge of the other motels.

Comparatively speaking, budget hotels and motels best suit the suspect's financial situation.

Of course, this is not just about searching these places, but rather a comprehensive search, with hotels and guesthouses being the focus of the search.

The search method is also simple: in such urgent situations where time is of the essence, they will focus on the vehicle driven by the suspect.

Because vehicles are more conspicuous and easier to notice than vague information about suspects.

and so!
Eric pulled out his personal cell phone again and dialed a number for the first time—a number that Gök had given him unilaterally a long time ago.

His decision to stay was based on the idea that "better safe than sorry," which now seems most applicable today.

Let this guy repay the potential favor he owes him.

If it weren't for the fact that he had been purging potential threats and practicing his skills by secretly eliminating those small gangs in recent years, creating a gap in his power, Görk would still be hanging around in that small beach area.

When he was still a trainee, Gek was just a small-time hoodlum.

By the time he had become a Level 3 police officer, Gek had become the boss who controlled three city blocks.

This is why he possesses such skills. Skills are the embodiment of one's own abilities, not something given by the system. Without extensive practice, he would never have acquired these skills.

Two years as a patrol officer is too short, and the progress in training is too slow.

However, in just one day, he had already met with Gek twice, which gave Eric a sense of unease. It seemed that things were going to be a turbulent day, with the wind blowing incessantly despite the tree's desire for tranquility.

A few seconds later, a very familiar voice interrupted his thoughts; it was Gek's voice.

"Hey?"

Compared to his previous bright voice, Gek's voice this time was very low and deep.

“It’s me,” Eric said calmly.

The next second, the voice suddenly brightened: "Brother?"

“Find me a car!” Eric said.

“A used grey Nissan Sentra, owned by a Black man over 1.8 meters tall. He should still be active in the West Side, focusing on hotels and motels. Text me when you find it.”

After saying that, he hung up the phone. At the same moment.

The office of the auto repair shop.

Gök, who was sitting at a dining table, looked at the phone that had been hung up on, but didn't care. Instead, he suddenly shook his head and laughed.

Previously, because of the fentanyl issue, the two had some tacit understandings and ideas, which constituted a collaboration between them.

This time, however, it was Eric who unilaterally asked him for help, which made a big difference.

"This seems to be the first time?"

Gek's cheerful expression completely baffled his underlings. They exchanged glances, wondering why their boss had suddenly gone mad.

boom! ! ! !

The underlings were startled when Gek slammed his hand on the table.

"Boss?"

"Guys! We're busy again!"

Gek shouted, his expression even more serious than before, his sharp gaze sweeping over his underlings.

"West Coast Wolf Pack, mobilize! Find me a damn guy and a car, a black guy over 1.8 meters tall! A used gray Nissan Sentra!!!!"
Oh, and also let the guys who are still out there know to be careful.

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The West Coast Wolf Clan's large-scale mobilization caused quite a stir, leaving many in the underworld confused about their purpose and putting them on high alert.

But all of this is irrelevant to Eric, and even if he knew, he wouldn't have any thoughts about it.

Motel 6.

Eric slammed on the brakes and stopped in the open square in front of the hotel. His eyes scanned the area, but unfortunately, he didn't see the gray Nissan Sentra.

However, even if you don't see it, you still need to get off the bus to check.

Unfortunately, after Eric got out of the car and asked the hotel owner, he couldn't find a suitable match.

He could only continue searching the next motel.

Milestone Hotel.

Day Inn Hotel.

Within ten minutes, Eric had searched three motels, which was incredibly fast, but he found nothing.

Even Will's colleagues haven't found anything yet, and there's been no response to the issued AMBER alert.

The suspect who just kidnapped little Vanessa seems to have disappeared.

This made Eric start to feel anxious. Nearly twenty minutes had passed, and there was still no news. The suspect had most likely already found a place to hide.

Red Roof Inn Hotel.

hall.

The boss looked nervously at the young patrolman in front of him with a cold expression, and swallowed a non-existent saliva.

For some reason, this handsome young patrolman had a frightening aura about him.

“Sorry, officer, there are no Black people staying here today, and I've never seen a gray Nissan Sentra before.”

Eric turned and left, convinced that what the boss said was true.

"What happened, officer?" The boss stood up, leaned over the bar, and asked Eric.

Eric didn't answer, but strode out of the hotel toward the Explorer patrol car, preparing to continue searching the next target.

He didn't want to use this cumbersome, carpet-searching method, but given the current circumstances, this was the only option for the time being.

Just then, his personal cell phone suddenly vibrated. Eric had a sudden thought and quickly pulled out his phone.

It was a text message from Geke: "Sunshine Motel".

(End of this chapter)