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

Chapter 97 Grizzly Gang

Seeing Eric deep in thought, Manny continued:
"You should know there's another girl, right?"

Eric nodded.

"so?"

“We received a report that two people had been abandoned on the street. We don’t know the specifics, but I think it was caused by that girl.” Manny and his partner Ron exchanged a glance and then whispered.

"Her name is Terry, and she's a prostitute controlled by the Rusty Harbor gang."

Eric's eyes didn't show much emotion, because he had already guessed that the girls controlled by the gang were basically for that purpose.

Besides drugs, prostitution is also one of the ways gangs make money.

However, Tifa's brother was indeed quite liberal and open-minded, and he didn't have any other thoughts about it.

However, judging from this, the two are definitely in true love.

True love is priceless, and he chose to understand and respect it.

“Okay, thanks,” Eric nodded.

"fine."

Manny shook his head: "If it weren't for you, we would have just pretended not to know anything about this."

Eric's heart skipped a beat: "So, what kind of background do you mean by the Rusty Harbor gang?"

He was familiar with the West Canyon Police Department's jurisdiction, but not so much with the situation here.

Because Los Angeles is a veritable gang capital, and new gangs are constantly emerging, he really didn't know what the Rusty Harbor gang was or what their background was.

Manny said, "I heard it's connected to the Grizzly Gang, but it's just a small branch of the Grizzly Gang here."

"The Grizzly Gang?" Eric raised an eyebrow, genuinely a little surprised.

Unlike the West Coast Wolf Gang, a group of biker gangs, and the Greystone Alley Brothers, who had previously been involved in petty skirmishes in Koreatown, the Grizzly Bear Gang is a well-known international gang, considered one of the world's three major organized crime forces, alongside the Japanese Yamaguchi-gumi and the Italian Mafia.
Emerging in the late 1980s, it was the most organized criminal gang.

With branches in 280 locations worldwide, it is involved in transnational crimes such as arms dealing, drug trafficking, and money laundering.

“Hmm,” Manny said.

"The Rusty Harbor gang are all Russians, and you know Russians are always united."

“I understand,” Eric said with a smile.

"Hard."

Manny shrugged, unconcerned, and said, "If you really want to teach them a lesson, we can give them a run for their money."

Eric smiled and shook his head in refusal. It was a waste of time. The other party could simply mock him first, and then find a nobody to take the blame as if it were a joke.

There's even another possible outcome: without any evidence, getting Manny and his friends' help would only bring them trouble and ridicule.

He didn't want his two patrol colleagues, Manny and his colleague, to cause him a lot of trouble just to save face for him.

Both of them have families.

"Let me see what's going on first," Eric said with a smile.

“Okay.” Manny and Ron exchanged a glance, then chatted with Eric for a few more minutes before leaving the hospital after completing the formalities.

Eric watched the two figures disappear around the corner, then stepped forward and moved to the window of the ward to look inside.

There lay a young man in a coma in the ward. His face was so badly beaten that his features were almost unrecognizable, and he likely had internal injuries as well.

Beside the young man stood Natie and Rella, a mother and daughter, sobbing, while Jeff stood to the side, his face so somber it seemed to drip water.

Even Tifa's complexion wasn't good.

Eric pursed his lips, instinctively glanced at the adjacent ward, thought for a moment, and then slowly walked over.

There was also a young girl lying unconscious in this ward. Although he didn't know her and had never seen her before, he could guess that the girl lying here was most likely that girl.

His eyes were swollen into large lumps, and there were corresponding swelling marks on his cheeks and the corners of his mouth. But his condition was much better than Genos'.

Eric knew why, because the gang still needed to use her to make money.

"Chu" is a great name in itself, attracting a huge number of customers.

"In this world, hemp ropes always break at their thinnest points, and misfortune only finds those who are unfortunate."

Eric shook his head inwardly, left his spot, and quietly opened the door to enter Genos's hospital room.

Everyone looked over here.

"Eric," Natie said faster than anyone else, her eyes brimming with tears.

"What did those two police officers say just now?"

Eric closed the door behind him and, facing the family's gaze, was momentarily at a loss for words.

He couldn't possibly say that the poor girl was a money-making tool for the gang.

Then something might have happened, and your son Genos came to your door in person, got beaten up, and was thrown out onto the street along with the girl who had also been disciplined.
Importantly, although Tifa's family was an elite family—the father was a lawyer and the mother was a doctor—and they might have some connections, in reality, these connections were of little use to these invulnerable gangsters.

Unless you can cut off its lifeline and crush it like a cockroach, it will just be a nuisance you can't shake off.

Ordinary people and gangsters live in completely different worlds. Ordinary people can call the police, but even if the police come, they have to assess the specific circumstances.

The police are not omnipotent.

damn it!
Eric immediately realized the situation was getting complicated, so he could only say something indirect:
"They received a report and when they arrived, they found Genos and the girl unconscious on the street, but they didn't know the specifics."

“Oh, God,” Nadi cried out in anguish.

Having just finished her coming-of-age ceremony, Rella called out "Mom" with a heavy heart and then hugged her mother.

“Fuck!” Jeo said coldly.

"It's definitely related to that girl. I'll have someone investigate the gang behind her!"

Eric's lips twitched, but he didn't respond. He just looked at Tifa, who was staring at him. Seeing her expression, he immediately knew that she was using psychology to observe him again.

Looking at Tifa's eyes.

Eric sighed inwardly. Well, this matter is probably not over yet.

Not long after, a doctor came in to explain the situation and conduct an examination. Sure enough, Tifa took the opportunity to pull him out.

The corridor by the window at the intersection outside the ward.

Tifa asked, "You have to tell me, right?"

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you," Eric said helplessly.

“I’m a psychiatrist,” Tifa said.

"return"

Eric chimed in, "Now they're also studying criminal psychology."

Tifa pursed her lips and simply looked at Eric.

"Don't look at me like that, I'll tell you," Eric said helplessly, reaching out to pinch Tifa's slightly pursed lips.

"I never intended to hide it from you."

Tifa didn't speak, but just stared at Eric, waiting for him to explain.

"That girl is..."

Eric, of course, wouldn't gloss over the issue like he did in the hospital room. After all, Tifa was different; she actually had connections and was better at handling these matters than her parents.

Because her teacher was working as an advisor for the FBI.

At worst, there's still her boyfriend, a patrol officer.
(End of this chapter)