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

Chapter 75 Choices and the Police Station
Back in the car, Eric floored the accelerator and drove straight to Oleg's house.

Seeing the rear of the car so close it seemed to be right under my nose, I made a sharp turn of the steering wheel, quickly darted into the narrow opening next to it, and floored the accelerator to overtake it.

Eric performed this extremely dangerous operation himself, showing no emotion on his face, only blinking once.

In fact, before he came, he had already anticipated all the possible changes and what those changes would mean.

This allows him to constantly adjust his pace, analyze the enemy's characteristics, and choose the appropriate means and methods to use.

This is why he chose to approach the law firm during Oleg's work hours.

Based on the current information gap between the two sides.

If Oleg can maintain his work rhythm, it means that the Greystone Alley gang responsible for carrying out the operation is too slow to react and is completely insignificant.

He could then cooperate with the authorities step by step to resolve and gradually erode his enemies.

There's no other reason than that he genuinely wanted to practice and hone his skills in private. After all, all his skills were honed through this method. No one is perfect, and no one is born with innate abilities.

With the 0.5 attribute point previously allocated to the Spirit attribute, Eric could feel his Precision Shooting lv4 (Mastery) bottleneck becoming increasingly loose during last night's gunfight.

Compared to before, every shot last night hit the target precisely where I intended, it was like aiming and hitting the mark, without any deviation.

"Real combat is the best way to improve skills and make rapid breakthroughs. It is dozens of times more effective than so-called target practice."

"After a few more real battles, and with the added 0.5 attribute points from unused periods, I should be able to break through to level 5 (Specialization)."

Eric thought to himself.

The second option is...

If Oleg isn't at work or even at home, it means the Greystone Alley gang is a rather troublesome bunch.

Since the gang that committed the crime received no feedback, if they reacted quickly enough, they would naturally realize that something was wrong as soon as possible, and their first priority would be to find Oleg, the person involved.

If that's the case, he needs to pay even more attention and deal with the gang with swift and decisive action, leaving no one behind.

But now it seems things have changed in a second direction.

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With this in mind, Eric rushed to Oleg's house.

It's a medium-sized community with quiet streets, where the only sound is the falling leaves of the red maple trees lining the streets.

The American red maple, one of the most popular street trees, has leaves that change color with the seasons, turning green in spring and yellow in autumn, interspersed with red or orange.

Both sides are lined with detached villas.

Eric parked the car in the middle of the road, on the right side of the street, and looked towards the private villa on his right.

That was Oleg's house.

Eric reached into the slot beside him and took out the unused Carnik TP9SF. After inspecting it, he held it with his right hand and pressed his left hand down to cover it. He then opened the door, got out of the car, and walked towards the target villa.

Walking onto the lawn, he glanced around and, instead of choosing the main gate, headed towards the side window after confirming there were no security cameras.

After carefully observing the house and confirming that there was nothing unusual inside, Eric put away the Carnick TP9SF, easily smashed the window with a punch, then unlocked it with his backhand, opened the window, and climbed into the living room.

It was quiet inside; there wasn't a soul in sight.

After only a quick glance, Eric walked slowly toward the entrance, following the pattern of his outing.

If his idea is correct, then there must have been some traces along the way.

After observing his surroundings, Eric finally stopped in the entryway and noticed something. There were some marks on the floor and in the corner, including a few drops of dark blood that had seeped into the water and spread out on the floor.

The mud mat is tilted to one side.

And a shoe cabinet that looks like it's been bumped, crooked and not fitting snugly against the wall.

In situations like this, he doesn't even need to think; he already knows what's happening.

Eric frowned as he looked at the dark blood. "They acted quickly, capturing Oleg that very night. It seems we still have to..."

Before Eric could think further, his personal cell phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.

He stood there for a moment, then took out his phone, looked at the incoming call on the screen, and answered it.

"Hey?"

A rather serious female voice rang out: "Officer Eric, this is the Internal Affairs Division (LAPD). Regarding yesterday's shooting incident [4967], you are required to return to the police station immediately for standard interrogation procedures."

"Okay." Eric replied, and the call ended. Perhaps influenced by their responsibilities, the Internal Affairs Department always acted with such efficiency and decisiveness.

However, he does like this style.

Eric put away his phone, glanced at it again, and retraced his steps, getting back into his car and driving towards the West Canyon Police Department.

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West Canyon Police Department.

Eric walked out of the public parking lot outside the square, looked up at the police station in front of him, and went inside.

He came again today, which gave him the feeling of being at work.

But that feeling was instantly shattered when I got to the lobby.

Eric knew from the strange looks he received from the police officers and clerks who knew him that something he didn't know had happened again today.

This matter even involves him, and it has to be something that the entire West Canyon Police Department is talking about.

He endured the strange looks from the crowd as he made his way to the reception hall.

Finally, Diane, who had been standing there with her arms crossed and smiling at him since he appeared, received the sheriff and learned from her what had happened.

"Look at the bewildered look on the faces of our heroes from the West Canyon Police Department. They probably don't even know what happened today," Sheriff Diane said in a relaxed tone, with a hint of teasing.

Eric signed his name on the document, glanced at the reception area, looked at the policewomen who were busy at work but kept glancing at him, and smiled.

"Beautiful Sheriff Diane, could you tell me, who is completely bewildered, what major event happened today that has them watching me the whole time?"

Sheriff Diane chuckled, leaning closer and pressing her face against the table to stare at Eric.

“A wealthy person donated a million dollars to our police department in your name, so Officer Eric, you are now a ‘hero’ of our West Canyon Police Department.”

Eric paused for a moment; this was a part he had never considered.

He was all alone and had no connection with any wealthy person.

Moreover, one million may not seem like a lot, but it is actually a lot. Only a few well-known big spenders in the entire Los Angeles Police Department can afford to do that.

This million dollars is enough for the entire West Canyon Police Department to live a very wealthy life, whether it's upgrading equipment or increasing bonuses, everything will benefit some officers.

He was indeed a "hero".

(End of this chapter)