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

Chapter 77 One month
"Officer Eric, are you mentally prepared?"

"Yes, sir, I can accept whatever the outcome."

"Very good. In my personal opinion, you are a good officer, so congratulations. For your physical and mental well-being, we hope you can take a good rest for a month before returning to your post."

"Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome, this is just normal procedure."

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Eric, who had been granted a month-long vacation, walked out of the office with Daves, looking rather awkward.

A month is neither a long time nor a short time.

Watching TV, ordering takeout, or doing some boxing would make him feel a little bored.

It must be said that there is indeed a numerical value for a person's excitement threshold.

As for him, he enjoys the thrill, like last night's fight.

"Are you feeling smug, Eric?"

Before he could think further, Daves's curt words came out.

Eric could tell the emotion in her voice and immediately answered obediently.

"No, sir."

"So you really regret it?" Daves stopped and turned to stare at Eric, who had also stopped.

This guy's performance was outrageous; it was like he was insulting everyone's intelligence.

The performance was good, but it felt out of place in that atmosphere. Normally, it would be fine to deal with him, but there were several people present whose police ranks were higher than his.

At that moment, he really wanted to pull out his gun and shoot Eric, who couldn't see that.

He was so disappointed in his son for not living up to his potential!

“What a pity,” Eric said earnestly.

“But I don’t regret it, sir.”

Daves stared at Eric, meeting his calm eyes for a few seconds, and sighed inwardly.

Have you decided who you want to call?

Eric said calmly, "Excuse me, sir, may I say no?"

Daves frowned: "Hmm?"

He had read Eric's information and knew that Eric had parents.

“My parents passed away last year, and I don’t know which other relatives I have,” Eric said with a nonchalant smile.

"Or rather, I am now all alone."

These words were spoken calmly, but Daves was taken aback. After regaining his composure, he apologized:
"I'm sorry, Eric."

"Because the police will soon be giving the media a detailed account of yesterday's kidnapping of the girl, I just wanted you to inform your family so they can prepare themselves."

Eric laughed nonchalantly, "It's okay, I know."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Oh, by the way, sir, I have some information about the thugs who broke into my house last night that I'd like to report to you."

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The words are divided into two parts.

Meanwhile, in a high-rise building, Kent, the head of the Internal Affairs Department, who had just finished interrogating Eric, strode across the smooth hallway floor carrying a folder, nodding occasionally to the passing police officers.

Finally, it stopped deep inside a tightly closed office door.

He knocked twice on the door, and after hearing the sound of someone coming in, he pushed the door open and went in.

The office is large, with a simple desk and a sofa set for welcoming guests in the center.

A middle-aged man, roughly fifty years old, was sitting in the office, looking up from the document he had just signed at Kent as he approached.

"it's over?"

Kent nodded and said, "Yes, it just ended."

As he spoke, he placed the folder in his hand on the table and pushed it over.

The person in front of him was Assistant Commissioner Eiswin of the Los Angeles Police Department, who would be assuming the position of Commissioner on the first of next month. With only a few days left, the handover of duties had already been completed.

As the head of the internal affairs department, he naturally had to report his work to him from time to time.

"Let me see." A look of curiosity appeared in Aisven's eyes as he picked up the folder and began to look through it.

He only learned about this young patrolman because of his troublesome daughter at home.

After reviewing the other party's information, he became very curious about this young man.

Of course, curiosity aside, the difference in their social status was too great, and he only occasionally paid attention to them because of his daughter.

But yesterday's kidnapping of the girl brought this young patrolman back into his life.

It wasn't just because of the girl's identity, but also because some people suggested that this incident could serve as a positive example to boost the police department's rating.

Normally, for important and memorable cases, the police department holds press conferences. This is an important part of the police department's daily routine and a normal means of public communication.

In this case of a girl's kidnapping, from the occurrence of the kidnapping to the issuance of the AMBER alert and her eventual successful rescue, the entire process took only about half an hour.

This is excellent material that could be used to hold a press conference and boost ratings.

This is probably the first thing he can brag about when he takes office as the new Commissioner of Police.

After reading the documents, Eswin nodded in satisfaction, a hint of appreciation on his face, and put the folder down.

"good."

Upon hearing this, Kent also laughed and said, "That young man answered meticulously, without any loopholes."

Aisven chuckled: "Doing it ten times is different from doing it once. The difference in experience is huge."

Kent knew perfectly well what was going on, but he just smiled; the difference between a veteran and a novice was naturally significant.

dong dong!

Just then, there was another knock on the door.

Aiswin said, "Come in."

The door opened, and a woman in an office uniform stood there.

"Sir, everything outside is ready and waiting for you to go."

Aiswin glanced at Kent, stood up from his chair, and said helplessly, "Well, it seems I have to prepare to fight with these media guys again. Who knows what kind of difficult questions they'll ask."

Kent and the lady exchanged a glance, both displaying corresponding expressions.

West Canyon Police Department.

A fairly large and elegant office.

Inspector Grey looked at Eric sitting on the small sofa, her smile never fading.

Daves was having a headache, but she actually liked people like Eric.

It is clear that the once lifeless West Canyon Police Department has been transformed by this young man in just two years.

Many people tried to get information about Eric from her.

Police Department.

Special Operations Bureau.

Other branch offices, etc.

This is a talented individual, and talented individuals are rare.

“Officer Eric, do you suspect that the people who broke into your home are from the Greystone Alley Brotherhood?” Inspector Grey asked gently.

Upon hearing this, Eric glanced at Daves, who was sitting in front of him, and said.

"Yes, sir."

Inspector Grey and Daves exchanged a glance: "What do you mean?"

Upon hearing this, Eric made no attempt to hide anything; sincerity is the most touching thing.

Besides, since the decision has been made to let the authorities take action, there is absolutely no need to conceal anything.

He is the victim.

Under their watchful eyes, Eric revealed that he had inherited a fortune, and then brought up Oleg as an example.
(End of this chapter)