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

Chapter 69: The Problem Arises (Revised)
Yes, he couldn't understand it.

It was still a large group of ten people.

Daves looked at Eric: "Do you know who's after you? Or who you've offended recently?"

Eric shook his head: "I'm just a patrolman who works diligently, a law-abiding citizen. How could I offend anyone?"

He hadn't even had a chance to go upstairs to find the answer, to remove the balaclava that covered the enemy's true face, to see what he actually looked like.

However, if I'm not mistaken, it must be those South Koreans.

He frowned instinctively.

Seeing Eric's frowning expression, Daves sighed inwardly and handed over the survey documents he had just obtained from the technicians.

"You are a victim and have the right to know. Take a look first, and you may find the answer."

Eric nodded and took it. He knew what Daves meant; he didn't want him to see the results of the battle reconnaissance, but rather to see the true faces of the corpses.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a South Korean.

When this accurate answer appeared, Eric's mind raced, and he finally roughly understood what was going on.

So it turns out they're from South Korea.

No wonder it gave him the feeling that he had some military training.

South Korea, a small country, has a mandatory military service system. Except for men who fall under eight exemption categories, men aged 18 to 35 must serve in the military for at least 18 months.

This naturally explains why these ten people are slightly more professional than the average person, though only by a very limited margin.

Based on his current understanding, these ten people are likely among the elite group of people in South Korea who are serving in the military.

Seeing that Eric was deep in thought, Daves didn't disturb him and chose to leave, letting Eric think it over.

In a true sense, Eric is the victim in this matter, and his status as a police officer means that the police department, including him, will take this matter seriously.

Eric glanced subconsciously at Daves, who had walked away, let out a soft sigh, and looked back at the documents in his hand.

Koreans don't have tattoos or any symbols that can prove their identity.

But as Eric watched, a strange feeling kept creeping into his heart.

He suddenly remembered what Geke had said earlier that day; he knew that a group of Koreans were working for the Graystone Alley Brotherhood.

This is the most puzzling part, because he had never been in contact with the Graystone Alley gang; the only connection he had was with that Korean guy who distributed drugs.

The Graystone Alley gang specifically kept an eye on him because of this incident, and then came to his door in the middle of the night to attack him. They even used this method, which seems a bit strange.

Something's not right; it's because of the time.

He only caught the Korean guy who was spreading drugs this afternoon. Even if he's going to take action against him because of that, he should at least take action against that guy, Gek, first.

He was just an ordinary patrolman, and had no entangled interests or connections with the gang.

This means that if these two things are unrelated, then they are not the same thing.

Thinking of this, Eric narrowed his eyes slightly; he seemed to be starting to find the reason.

"It seems they've been watching me for a while now, knowing my identity and where I live."

"Because I am a patrol officer, anyone with a brain wouldn't suddenly launch a sneak attack in broad daylight while I'm on duty; the risk would be too great."

"Because I need to confirm when I'll be back, I specifically wait at the entrance to make sure I'm home after get off work."

"Because I live in this kind of place, they are afraid of fighting with me when I'm still awake, afraid of the police responding too quickly, and afraid of unnecessary accidents. So they deliberately choose the best time to strike at midnight to sneak up on me and kill me."

"That's why those two idiots didn't fire their guns at first, but instead pulled out their knives."

One thought after another echoed in his mind, and Eric let out a soft chuckle, his gaze remaining unchanged.

"These idiots have some brains, but not many."

"But here's the question: why is the Greystone Alley Brotherhood targeting me? What is it about me that they're targeting me? Why?"

Eric pursed his lips and searched frantically, emptying his mind, but he couldn't find any connection between himself and the Greystone Alley gang.

He and the Graystone Alley gang kept to themselves, completely separate.

If it weren't for Thorne's mention of it at the morning meeting, Daves wouldn't have known what the Greystone Alley Brotherhood was. In other words, the Greystone Alley Brotherhood was practically nonexistent in his peaceful life.

"In that case."

Eric immediately started working backward, recalling and reviewing his events, identifying the most prominent and changed aspects of his otherwise peaceful life.

Something like this must have changed somewhere to lead to this result.

This is why there is a cause and an effect.

In conclusion, the South Koreans who distributed drugs this afternoon are not considered.

"etc."

At that moment, Eric suddenly realized the most obvious change in his peaceful life.

That was Oleg, the lawyer in charge of handling his parents' estate, which seemed to have serious problems.

This is the only thing that is still changing and not yet over.

"Ten million Oleg, lawyer."

"Are these three groups related? The Graystone Alley Brotherhood."

Eric frowned, his thoughts continuing to wander. He suddenly realized a major blind spot, remembering how Oleg had been dragging his feet.

"Could it be because of my mere ten million in cash?"

Eric looked at the documents in his hand and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Ten million in cash does seem like a lot, after all, it's cash. It seems that Oleg really has some serious problems."

Before he could think further, the sound of footsteps beside him caught his attention; it was Daves.

"Have you figured it out?" He stood back in his original spot.

“I don’t understand.” Eric shook his head and handed the document back to Daves.

Although he sensed that Oleg was involved, he still needed to confirm it himself.

“What will happen to me?” he asked Daves.

Daves took the documents and glanced at the still bustling scene.

"Get some rest tonight. The daytime interrogation will proceed as usual, but this case will be transferred to the detective department after dawn. The detectives will investigate this matter and give you a satisfactory answer."

Upon hearing this, Eric nodded in agreement and glanced at the villa where many people were still coming and going.

Daves noticed this and calmly asked, "Is there anywhere else to stay?"

Eric gave a wry smile. "Do you think I would, sir?"

“The hotel,” Daves said.

"You can stay at the hotel for the day."

“OK.” Eric nodded. At this point, he could only go to a hotel to make do for now.

That's perfect, he also needs to think carefully about how to handle the aftermath of this matter.

So Eric went back home and packed a few sets of clothes.

Looking at the chaotic scene already labeled with various tags, he turned and left.

It's not safe to stay here until things are properly sorted out.

Escorted by Daves, Eric was taken to a nearby hotel.

"See you later, sir."

Eric, under Daves's nodding gaze, opened the car door, got out, and walked slowly toward the hotel ahead with his shoulder bag slung over his shoulder.

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