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

Chapter 60 Code 4
Vanessa immediately closed her eyes tightly, surrendering everything to her senses.

The only impression I got was that this uncle had a very broad mind, like the small wardrobe she liked to hide in during hide-and-seek, a wardrobe that could accommodate her.

Eric used the difference in altitude as much as possible to make a large detour to avoid little Vanessa seeing the black man's corpse, and walked towards the door.

The boss, who had been kicked, was still standing outside looking completely bewildered. To this day, he still doesn't know what happened.

And Gek and his underlings have disappeared.

Eric ignored the cunning fellow; the sound of sirens in his ears meant that his backup colleagues had arrived at the scene.

As for whether SWAT is present, he didn't know, but based on his personal understanding, SWAT shouldn't be able to arrive so soon.

His colleagues were patrolling and searching nearby, so the distance difference wasn't that great, and their support would definitely be faster than SWAT's.

Because the units that can arrive at the scene to provide support within ten minutes are all police officers who happen to be patrolling nearby and have been notified by the dispatch center.

If the SWAT team is called in for backup, the SWAT reinforcements will usually make some preparations and deployments in advance, depending on the situation reported from the scene and the suspect's level of firepower. This means it will take at least fifteen minutes for them to arrive at the scene.

Even so, we're still calculating at a relatively fast pace, since the preparation time plus such a long distance can't be ignored.

Thinking of this, Eric gestured to his boss to come along, then picked up the walkie-talkie and calmly said:
"This is 10-A-11, Code 4 (Safe, no unit intervention required). The girl has been successfully rescued, the suspect has been killed, requesting notification of the on-duty commander."

Seemingly surprised by Eric's speed, the dispatch center, which usually responds instantly, hesitated for a moment before replying.

"Received! Notifying the duty commander."

Upon hearing the response, Eric carried Vanessa in one arm and strode out, but just then, Vanessa spoke softly.

"Uncle, can I open my eyes now?"

Eric adjusted his position with a relaxed expression, lifting little Vanessa higher, and said gently:
"Okay."

Vanessa immediately opened her eyes, saw her obedient boss behind her, hugged Eric's neck tightly, and whispered in his ear.

"I still think you're the Spider-Man who knows how to use the web."

Hearing Vanessa's clear, sweet voice, a hint of tenderness flashed in Eric's eyes.

"I guess so?"

He's been Superman, and now he's Spider-Man. Kids' thinking is truly boundless.

“You are Spider-Man!” Vanessa whispered affirmatively.

"That's why I've been waiting for you to come and save me!"

Eric paused, subconsciously recalling the surprised look on Vanessa's face when they first met. It turned out that Vanessa had been expecting him to come to her rescue all along.

"Uh?"

Before he could say anything, little Vanessa continued in her clear voice, "I know, that guy is a bad person. I don't know what he's trying to do, but I kept making a fuss about needing to go to the toilet to poop, just to buy time for you."

Eric raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised that the truth was so simple. He had thought that the black man had hidden little Vanessa in the bathroom because he had heard the commotion outside and dared not make a move, or that he wanted to lock little Vanessa in the bathroom first and then go out to check the situation.

"What a smart kid, well done," Eric praised sincerely.

For a child to achieve this level of understanding is already quite remarkable.

Judging from Vanessa's current condition, she shouldn't have any psychological problems.

This is already considered a fairly good ending; in the vast majority of child abduction cases, the children involved are basically...
Little Vanessa hummed, sounding a bit proud: "Of course! My teachers at school all praise me for being smart!"

Eric chuckled, picked up little Vanessa, and walked to the first floor of the hotel, then down the stairs to the hotel lobby.

Upon arriving here, he finally saw everything in the plaza in front of the hotel.

There were about seven or eight police cars parked outside, their red and blue lights flashing. A group of uniformed patrol officers split into two groups; one group drew their guns and kept shouting orders to keep the gang members in front of them from moving.

It was a local gang. As for Gek, he had long since disappeared, and many of the people he brought had also dispersed. Only a few people he had seen before were forcibly detained and controlled.

Another group of patrol officers, several veteran officers from Werner, were fully armed, carrying either rifles or shotguns, and hurried in like tigers and wolves.

I bumped into him in the lobby as he was walking downstairs.

"I knew it!"

Will, who was leading the group, looked at Eric, who was holding a little girl and seemed completely relaxed, and his face lit up with excitement.

"You're absolutely capable of getting them out of here."

Will's colleagues behind him exchanged glances and shook their heads with laughter.

The person was saved, and they didn't have to fight anyone anymore; everyone was happy.

It's a pity, though, that they seem to be even further away from paid leave.

For a moment, a hint of envy flashed in the eyes of these patrol officers as they looked at Eric.

Who doesn't love paid leave!
“You seem to have a lot of faith in me,” Eric chuckled, handing the shotgun in his left hand to Will, and then preparing to hand little Vanessa to Will.

"I'll hand the person over to you first."

After all, he had just killed a suspect and was still under investigation. This had nothing to do with whether his actions were reasonable or compliant, but was simply a matter of procedure; in short, the procedure was correct.

But little Vanessa clung tightly to his neck, refusing to let go no matter what she did.

Will shrugged and said, "It seems she likes you a lot. Why don't you keep holding her?"

Eric glanced sideways at Vanessa, who remained silent, and said helplessly.

"Alright, I'll leave the rest to you?"

"You take a rest first." Will nodded, and with his colleagues behind him escorting the boss, he continued to walk up.

Seeing this, Eric continued carrying little Vanessa out of the hotel, ignoring the chaotic scene around him, and headed straight for the group of police cars.

By this time, many of the gang members had dispersed, leaving only a few who had been arrested as examples.

Unless you're a fool, no one would dare to confront a group of police officers in broad daylight.

This is tantamount to courting death. The biggest gang in Los Angeles is not some so-called ruthless street gang, but the Los Angeles Police Department.

At this time, some rescue ambulances had also arrived at the scene.

Groups of people arrived.

It wasn't Alva, but a young female medical worker, perhaps because Vanessa was a girl.

"Why don't you let this doctor take a look at you first?" Eric turned to Vanessa and said gently.

"I don't want to!" For some reason, little Vanessa, who had been perfectly fine, suddenly started throwing a tantrum.

"I don't want to get down!"

Eric exchanged a glance with the female medical worker in front of him, and gave her a helpless look.

The female medical worker smiled.

(End of this chapter)