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

Chapter 79 Union
Having confirmed this, after handing over his Glock 17 pistol and badge, Eric could only walk out of the West Canyon Police Station under the scrutiny of numerous eyes.

"Feeling alright, Eric?"

"It feels good, but it's time to go back to a very boring period of time."

"Look, our 'hero' is going home to rest for a while."

"The sour smell that you envy, I can smell it from ten kilometers away."

"See you later, Eric. I'll miss you a lot while you're away from the police station."

"See you later."

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As Eric sat in the car, the words of his colleagues still echoed in his mind. He shook his head and smiled slightly.

Instinctively, I reached out to adjust the car's rearview mirror and glanced at my reflection.

"It seems we'll have to wait and see how things develop." Eric withdrew his gaze and pondered quietly for a moment.

After reviewing the process and confirming there were no issues, I immediately accessed my personal panel.

Character: Eric Stevens.

[Personal attributes]
Spirit: 13.5 (average for humans is 10)

Strength: 14 (average for humans is 10)

Agility: 14 (average for humans: 10)

Constitution: 14 (average for humans is 10)
[Skills]: Rapid Fire lv5 (Expert), Firearms Mastery lv4 (Mastery), Precision Shooting lv4 (Mastery), Combat lv4 (Mastery), Driving Mastery lv4 (Mastery)
Attribute points: +0.5
Completed cases:
Looking at his personal panel, Eric sat up. He finally had time to deal with the attribute points he had just received yesterday.

I examined it closely, looking at the attribute point values.

His purpose in becoming a policeman was not, in essence, to save lives, but rather for this attribute point.

As everyone knows, all his skills are genuine abilities that he honed through hard work. Of course, Eric does not deny the role of the stat panel.

However, humans...
Even at birth, each individual is already subtly distinguished by differences in strength and ability.

Brain, body, etc.

This gap is called talent and ability.

Like music, playing the piano, and similar things, they clearly emphasize the innate talents of human beings.

The difference between talented people and those without talent is really obvious.

People without talent can only get into good universities by studying hard and doing practice problems day and night.

A talented person can catch up with the pace simply by listening attentively in class, and with a little more effort, they can easily get into a better university.

Therefore, he, as a human being, is no exception and cannot escape this law.

He has a limit; many of the skills he has honed will remain stuck at the beginner or proficient level long after they have been unleashed, without any further development.

This may be the limit of his talent or his current level.

But this limit changed completely when he gradually increased his efforts and began to improve his physical fitness.

The bottlenecks that had previously prevented further progress in many skills suddenly loosened, allowing for rapid improvement on the spot.

From that moment on, he knew that the attribute points and the four attribute categories on the panel might be the same as his own talent.

Adding points is equivalent to forcibly elevating his inherent "talent" and "ability" to the next level.

Of course, this is a simple analogy.

Eric looked at the mental attribute on the panel.

For example, the mental attribute is definitely related to Precision Shot level 4 (Mastery).

Without much thought, Eric added the 0.5 he had received.

A mechanical system notification sounded in my ear: [Skill Points Successfully Added]
[Spirit: 13.5 to 14]
With that mechanical voice, my mind returned to a state of calm.

Eric felt his mind was clearer than before, and everything seemed to be getting simpler.

In an instant, he had a feeling that the bottleneck of Precision Shooting lv4 (Mastery) had loosened a bit more. Not only this skill, but the bottlenecks of many other skills also began to loosen.

"Soon, after a few more real-world battles, I should break through to level 5 (Specialization)."

Eric stared at the Precision Shot skill in silence.

I've been a patrol officer for two years, all for this moment.

The triggering mechanism for the mission doesn't seem to be determined by the size of the case, which is why he has been steadily working as a low-level patrol officer.

Otherwise, they would have already risen to the highest level step by step.

At least detectives seem to be safer and have an easier time than patrol officers.

Unfortunately, the triggering mechanisms for detectives and missions don't seem to match very well.

Because detectives are responsible for criminal cases, which take a very long time, while patrol officers can resolve many cases in a day, making them a better fit for the system.

In his view, he is now trying to increase the odds of winning by increasing the quantity of his winnings.

However, importantly, he couldn't be a patrol officer yet.

The skill improvement rate is too slow.

There are occasional real-world situations during patrols, but the opportunities to fire shots are actually quite few; most of the time, they deal with trivial matters.

Some patrol officers haven't fired a single shot in thirty years, and even his duty commander, Daves, has never killed anyone.

It was only because of his bad luck that he seemed to have more experience than many of his colleagues.

This is why he would secretly conduct combat training and take down some ruthless small gangs.

① Nobody cares about the life or death of gangsters. ② The experience gained from actual combat is dozens of times greater than that from target practice.

Only in this way can he have the strength to protect himself during his unfortunate days as a patrolman.

As a result, he seemed to have transformed into a "monster" in a short period of time.
"A monster? That's fine."

Eric savored the feeling of the extra points, muttering to himself as he pressed the accelerator, slowly driving the car away from its original position.

It was almost time, and he had to go do what he needed to do.

"okay, I get it."

In the police inspector's office, Inspector Grey hung up the phone and looked ahead.

At this moment, in her eyes, besides Daves, there were also two detectives from the Detective Agency's Anti-Drug Division, Detective Jon and Detective Jamie.

These two detectives were in charge of Eric's case, and they were also in charge of the fentanyl investigation.

In addition to confirming Eric's case, there's also the issue of fentanyl.

Simply put, the collaboration started by chance, and everyone wanted to achieve their goals and make a big splash.

“It’s been confirmed.” Sensing the gazes of the group, Inspector Grey said.

"The intruders who broke into Officer Eric's home have been confirmed to be members of the Greystone Alley Brotherhood."

Detective Jon and Detective Jamie exchanged a glance and, after exchanging information, Detective Jon took out the documents and placed them on Inspector Grey's desk.

As Inspector Grey picked up the document and began to read it, she said:
"We also learned that the Greystone Lane gang possessed large quantities of fentanyl, and their sources were from South Korea."

Detective Jon then took out another photo and put it on.

"Choi Dong-geon, the second-in-command of the Korean Wild Dogs gang, has been found by our investigation to have found Quentin Gobert as his spokesperson to form the Greystone Alley Brotherhood. They quickly seized control of the Koreatown drug market through fentanyl, making huge profits from it, and their power began to grow rapidly."

Ultimately, they successfully swallowed up the local gangs in Koreatown, and in a short period of time, they developed into the largest underground gang in Koreatown.

(End of this chapter)