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

Chapter 94 Everything Goes Well
Eric scrolled through the news feed on the tablet with one hand, and finally found the news and related discussions about Koreatown from last night.

Los Angeles is a large city, and there will not be only one gunfight at the same time.

Therefore, there are very lively news, related discussions, and trending topics every day, roughly equivalent to the trending topics on Weibo in China in the previous life.

"But as expected, the Koreatown incident still garnered the most discussion and buzz." Eric muttered to himself, looking at the comments under the related news articles and recalling what happened in Koreatown.

"After all, it was a large-scale gunfight, but the authorities haven't released any information yet."

Just as he was thinking this, a message suddenly popped up.

Speak of the devil, and he appears; it turns out the Los Angeles Police Department, which he follows, issued a new notice announcing an upcoming press conference to explain the gunfight in Koreatown.
Upon seeing this, Eric gave the notification a thumbs up, wondering how the Los Angeles Police Department would explain his existence.

"Lets see."

Eric pondered for a moment, put down his tablet, and got up to continue with his own work.

Go through the back door to the backyard, enter the warehouse and take out demolition tools such as chainsaws and electric hammers, then head to the second floor.

Soon after, the sound of the house being torn down could be heard.

The commotion didn't subside until noon.

Eric, who had just finished tidying up, reappeared, sat back down in his original seat, picked up his tablet, and opened it.

"It should be over."

Eric headed straight for his destination: the top trending topic today, the Los Angeles Police Department's official website homepage, and the media conference that had just ended.

“It’s exactly at this time.” Eric squinted and clicked.

He was curious about how the Los Angeles Police Department would explain the Koreatown incident, since he was involved in it and he always took his own affairs very seriously.

After clicking, the person standing on the stage was not the previous chief superintendent, but a police chief who appeared to be younger and more robust.

Assistant Commissioner Eiswin was still there, standing in front of the stage in a well-tailored suit, looking quite presentable.

Eric clicks play.

Eswin's strong and powerful voice rang out, demonstrating his authority and control quite strongly.

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen!

"As you might expect, yesterday our Los Angeles Police Department launched a joint law enforcement operation codenamed 'Operation Breakdown' in Koreatown, successfully dismantling a criminal gang! Effectively maintaining the safety and peace of Los Angeles."

"As of 9:00 AM this morning, we have successfully arrested and killed 36 criminals, seized 9 AK-47 assault rifles and other large quantities of illegal weapons, 217 kilograms of drugs, a large quantity of manufactured carfentanil, a complete drug manufacturing facility, and $559 million in illicit funds, among other things."

"These numbers mean that residents of the West Side can finally sleep soundly, but this victory is soaked in blood. Detective Morton Gabriel, ID 48234"

A heavy voice reached Eric's ears. He looked at the grieving Eswin and remained silent.

The Los Angeles Police Department's explanation was simple: omitting all the process and details, they only mentioned the big picture and the seizures that proved the Graystone Alley gang's danger to silence everyone, before bringing up the fallen detective.
But everyone only remembers what happened before, and the sacrificed are often swept into a corner and mourned by a fixed group of people.

“I want to say to the cockroaches hiding in the sewers: for every shot you fire, the Los Angeles Police Department will return ten bullets. For every police officer you kill, we will pay with blood and make the entire criminal network pay.”

Finally, I want to promise all citizens—the Los Angeles Police Department will never let the blood of its heroes be shed in vain. Tonight, all patrol cars patrolling the West Side will sound their sirens for 30 seconds, not to celebrate a victory, but to pay tribute to Detective Morton Gabriel.

Eric turned off the video, thinking to himself, "The new commissioner in charge of the Los Angeles Police Department seems to have a rather assertive style? I wonder what will happen in the future."

Thinking it over, Eric put the tablet back in its place: "After this, a lot of people should have to keep their heads down, and Los Angeles will most likely enter a period of peace."

After making a hasty assessment of the situation, Eric got up and left the sofa.

Since the official press conference has already been held, the international law firm Gibson Dunn should have received notification of Oleg's death long ago.

Just as Eric had expected, he received a call from the international law firm Gibson Dunn in the afternoon.

A lawyer named Theo Allison claimed to be a senior managing partner at Gibson Dunn.

He first expressed his apologies to him in a very humble tone and asked for his understanding, because although Oleg was dead, he was indeed suspected of violating regulations and engaging in underhanded operations.

He was then told that Gibson Dunn would continue to handle his estate affairs, and that relevant notifications would be issued soon.

"I need to know exactly how long it will take to resolve this?" Eric asked calmly, holding his phone.

"Three days from now, Mr. Eric, your information is quite comprehensive, and we will try our best to speed things up. We will also cover any related costs incurred. I guarantee, with Gibson Dunn's and my reputation, that we will try our best not to keep you waiting too long."

If you are willing to continue entrusting this business to me, you will gain Gibson Dunn's and my sincerest friendship, and I will provide you with ten free legal consultations. I hope you will consider this.

Eric understood the other party's underlying meaning: if he didn't mind what Oleg was doing, the other party would use the firm's resources and any means necessary to complete the business.

Eric was not surprised; for lawyers like them, reputation was more important than money.

After thinking it over, he didn't care about this so-called most sincere friendship and ten free legal aid sessions. Although in America, the law is as ubiquitous as air, and lawyers are needed to handle everything from cradle to grave.

What he cares about is whether the money can end up in his pocket in a short period of time.

"I will personally oversee the progress."

Eric hung up the phone, glanced at the caller ID on his phone screen, and saved it.

It's free, so why not take it?

He had originally planned to delegate this matter to someone else, but now it seems unnecessary.

"Another thing solved. Things are going well today," Eric thought to himself, habitually checking out the guy's background.

Surprisingly, this guy named Theo Allison is quite famous, and is said to be a top lawyer in the legal profession.

The signboard was quite impressive; even Oleg didn't have such a big name. He was just an ordinary lawyer.

"Why would someone like him personally get involved? And even give me benefits?" Eric subconsciously narrowed his eyes, but he couldn't figure out what the connection was behind it.

But he could also sense that either the police, who knew about his case, had intervened, or this guy knew the details of what happened in Koreatown.

"It doesn't matter."

Eric put away his phone and began cleaning up the trash left behind after the house was demolished.

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Gibson Dunn headquarters building.

In the luxurious office, a middle-aged man in a fitted suit stared blankly at his phone after it had been hung up. He then looked up at the documents on his desk before finally focusing his gaze on the computer screen.

Stop on the Los Angeles Police Department's website, stop on the many processes and details of the recently released information about Koreatown, codenamed Operation Demolition.

His gaze swept over everything, settling on a single sentence. Amidst the fierce gunfire, in the most dangerous moment, just as the criminals were about to escape, a brave police officer on leave appeared and successfully prevented their escape.
It was a very simple sentence, but it made him particularly concerned.

Recalling the conversation just now, Theo's serious expression relaxed a bit.

"Damn Oleg! He's dead and left such a mess behind!!" He cursed speechlessly, then picked up his phone and dialed a number.

Not long after, the person who answered the phone was connected.

"Hello?" "Thanks, Grey, he agreed," the man said sincerely.

"To be honest, I don't want to offend someone like that. I can't even imagine him causing trouble."

Grey's laughter rang out: "Theo, you're overthinking it. Eric is a policeman with a sense of justice, a law-abiding citizen, and a very good person."

Theo said slowly, "Okay, I agree with you. It's clear that he's a good person."

However, despite saying that, Theo didn't think he was overthinking things. As a top lawyer who had handled countless cases, he had seen and knew too much.

On the surface, the world seems to operate entirely according to certain rules, such as social systems, and people's perceptions and common sense, but in reality...
Theo glanced at the computer screen. He didn't want to offend someone like that, especially since that person was a police officer with law enforcement authority.

Through his classmates' reminders and the press conference held by the Los Angeles Police Department, he could vaguely sense that there was a tall giant standing behind this person.

This is what he considers the most terrifying aspect, because it means the other party is intimately familiar with all the operational rules and flaws of law enforcement agencies.

This is the most important part.

Recalling the Los Angeles Police Department's past records of major leave announcements that he had found through his own channels, Theo once again spoke sincerely.

"Thanks really, Grey."

Grey said, "Okay, I know you want to hear me say 'you're welcome'."

"Yeah, you know what, a sentence suddenly popped into my head right now."

Grey asked curiously, "What is it?"

Theo said earnestly, "Fortunately, he is a policeman full of a sense of justice, just as you said."

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Eric was unaware of this. After dealing with the demolition, he immediately contacted a well-known house renovation company the next day to redesign the layout of his second floor.

Then, breaking the agreement, he moved into Tifa's rented house a day early, surprising her while also keeping her entertained for the entire night.

Two o'clock in the morning.

A simple room overwhelmed by hormones.

"Not bad?" Eric's laughter rang out.

Tifa, who had almost fainted, blinked and recovered. When she heard those words again, she felt inexplicably annoyed by Eric. Her usual composure vanished instantly, and she weakly punched Eric's chest.

This guy always has a wicked sense of humor, which is really annoying!

"hey-hey!"

Eric smiled and habitually pulled the weak Tifa into his arms.

"Your sister's coming-of-age ceremony is during the day. Do your family members know I exist?"

Tifa leaned against his broad chest, enjoying the moment of tenderness. She was a strong woman in public, but she didn't need to be like that in front of Eric.

“I haven’t told them yet, but my brother Genos probably figured it out.”

Eric raised an eyebrow and asked, "Won't your family be frightened?"

“No.” Tifa smiled, her weak right hand tracing lightly across Eric’s rock-solid abs, and whispered:

“I think they should be very happy, because they are all afraid that no one will like me, a woman as cold as a fish, and I will grow old alone.”

Eric said, "Who said you're a cold woman? I don't think so. It seems your family doesn't know you well enough."

Tifa's eyes softened slightly; in Eric's presence, she had truly been laid bare.

"Only someone like you would say that!"

Eric chuckled. "Go to sleep. It's getting late. I don't want to be glared at by you all day because of my dark circles!"

Tifa smiled, squeezed forward, and closed her eyes. Although it was very comfortable, she had been exhausted and was now extremely sleepy.

"God knows why Eric is getting more and more ferocious," she muttered to herself, before slowly drifting off to sleep.

Eric glanced down and then closed his eyes.

Eric opened his eyes and looked at Tifa, who had already sat up, as the rising sun illuminated the curtains outside and he felt movement in his arms.

I subconsciously reached for my phone on the bedside table and glanced at the time.

[9: 34]
Tifa pulled her pajamas over her body, turned to look at Eric who had just woken up, and said gently.

What are you planning to eat?

Eric stretched and said lazily, "You know, I'm not picky. The point is that anything you make is delicious."

Tifa gave him a helpless yet doting look, got up, got out of bed, and left the room.

To her, Eric was sometimes mature and sometimes like a big boy.

Eric leaned back comfortably, watching Tifa's graceful figure disappear through the doorway.

It has to be said that she's very well-endowed, perfectly matching the saying: foreign women's figures are indeed very well-endowed. After experiencing it firsthand, it's an amazing feeling.

Before long, when the aroma of food wafted over, Tifa's notification arrived.

"Alright, lazybones, get up!"

Eric got up and went out of the room to the dining room.

Tifa was finishing up in the kitchen area: "Officer Eric, could you please set out the table for me?"

“Yes, sir!” Eric replied cooperatively, which made Tifa laugh. He went over and kissed her on the lips, then washed his hands and began to help.

Everyone took their places at the small dining table.

The breakfast was quite substantial, including bacon and eggs with toast, steak, oatmeal and milk, and other American-style breakfasts—of course, this was his breakfast.

Tifa, on the other hand, is simply instant oatmeal and milk.

"You're going to eat this? Are you sure you're not hungry?" Eric glanced at the empty table in front of her.

Tifa nodded and said, "I've always eaten it this way." As she spoke, she took a sip of milk.

“Okay, now I know why you have such a great figure,” Eric said, picking up a piece of bacon and egg toast.

"It turns out it was all caused by hunger."

Tifa rolled her eyes, too lazy to pay any attention to Eric.

(End of this chapter)