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

Chapter 99 Got it
When Eric arrived at the hospital with the food, only Tifa was in the entire ward.

Her brother lay on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, it was unclear whether he had woken up and fallen asleep again, or was still in a coma.

Eric pushed open the ward door and saw that Tifa was still sitting there in a daze, so he gently knocked on the door to make a sound.

Tifa immediately sensed something and turned to look. When she saw Eric smiling, her heart warmed and a smile unconsciously bloomed on her face. She glanced at her brother to confirm the situation, then got up and walked out of the room.

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"These are your favorite fried potato balls, California rolls."

With each takeout box Eric took out, Tifa's gaze towards him deepened with affection; in short, the tenderness was almost overflowing, making her eyes watery.

“I know I’m handsome,” Eric said with a laugh, noticing this.

"Can I book a month-long treatment course with you this time?"

The atmosphere was instantly broken, and Tifa helplessly reached out and tapped Eric.

What kind of time is this? This scoundrel is still thinking about this kind of thing.

Eric smiled, interlocked his fingers and rested them under his chin, looking at Tifa and saying gently:
"Eat."

“Okay,” Tifa said softly, deciding to finish the meal so as not to waste Eric’s good intentions.

Eric sat in front of her watching Tifa eat, as slowly as ever, taking small bites like a little hamster.

She was very cute and elegant. But Eric still took the opportunity to ask Tifa about how things were going.

The result was largely as he expected.

Before he arrived, Tifa's brother had woken up but then fallen asleep again.

When he learned that his family was going to find the murderer, he kept begging them to also help the girl, Terry, escape from the gang's control.

Because of his serious injuries and pitiful appearance, Tifa's family had no choice but to agree to the arrangement.

After all, it was just something they did on a whim.

"Just get the police to issue a formal warning to the Rusty Harbor gang, forbidding them from touching that girl again."

While eating in small bites, Tifa explained the current situation to Eric.

Eric habitually squinted.

"The police have agreed, but we don't know when we'll get good news."

The "murderer" is easy to catch.

But the girl's situation is likely to only last for a while, because she is capable of fighting back and has never run away, so there is probably some hidden reason behind it.

Eric thought to himself, then looked at Tifa who was still talking and asked instinctively.

"So you said this morning that there was someone sitting next to that girl?"

That's not her sister, it's her friend.

"We were just about to decide to help and ask her for some information, but she disappeared," Tifa replied, her voice a little weak.

"Eric, to be honest, we've done our best."

Eric nodded, took her hand, and comforted her:

“I understand, you’ve done a great job. Now the most important thing for you to do is get some rest.”

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Eric stayed with Tifa until the afternoon, and through their conversation, he finally learned the full story of what had happened.

From their conversation, we learned that:
The Rust Iron Harbor gang's territory was raided by the North Hollywood Police Department today, in an attempt to force the gang to hand over the murderer.

Finally, the Rusty Harbor gang had no choice but to hand over the murderers who beat Genos and Terry.

This is good news.

But upon hearing this, Eric couldn't help but wonder, "I just don't know if this is really the murderer."

But he also knew that as long as the Rusty Harbor gang handed over the so-called murderer, it would be enough for the North Hollywood Police Department to give the Tifa family an explanation.

So this matter is roughly over here; the elite family still has some influence.

The only thing left to do was deal with the girl, Terry.

However, this matter is a separate issue, and we can only wait and see. Judging from the expressions on Tifa's family's faces, they are still quite concerned about the girl Terry's background.

This kind of family matter is basically none of Eric's business. After all, he is just Tifa's boyfriend and has no right to offer his own opinions.

He accompanied Tifa to hire a personal caregiver for her brother, and then took Tifa back to her rented home to rest in the afternoon, after which he returned to his idle mode.

The main room in Tifa's house.

Seeing Tifa asleep, Eric kissed her smooth forehead, walked out of the room and into the living room to find something to do.

Just then, my phone vibrated.

Eric had a sudden thought, vaguely recalling the inheritance. He took out his phone, and the caller was Theo Allison from the international law firm Gibson Dunn.

After thinking for a moment, I answered the phone.

"Hey?"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Stevens," Theo said politely from the start.

"Is the inheritance matter over?" Eric asked.

"Yes, the estate matters you entrusted to Gibson Dunn have now been fully settled. I am calling you to remind you that, in one hour, in accordance with the execution of the will, all of your parents' estate will be transferred to your designated account."

Please be prepared and verify your account information at that time. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me so I can follow up.

This was another piece of good news. Eric's mind was already racing with ideas. With this money, he could do so many things, and his voice became less cold.

"okay, I get it."

"Thank you for your trust and understanding! If you have any further business needs, please feel free to contact me at any time. I will do my best to meet your requirements."

"Ah."

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After hanging up the phone, Eric looked at his phone, still in a good mood; he was finally about to get his hands on that ten million in cash.

"So what should I do first after I get the money?" he wondered to himself.

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at the same time.

A traditional Russian restaurant that was just raided.

One of the large offices on the second floor was filled with the smell of vodka.

A low, somber Russian melody played, creating a somber atmosphere.

Seated at the desk deep inside was a typical Russian man. A lightning-shaped scar ran from his left eyebrow to his temple. His skin was sickly red from long-term alcoholism, and the pores on the sides of his nose were as large as bullet holes. An old scar on his lower lip, like a suture, made his sneer look even more ferocious.

His left hand, resting on the table, gripped a silver-plated lighter. The flame leaped up and illuminated the Orthodox Virgin Mary tattoo on his left wrist, but the Virgin Mary's face had been deliberately altered to resemble a Valkyrie holding a gun.

"..."

"I didn't expect that kid to have some connections."

“Aigul, those damn cops just got kicked out, but they warned us not to touch that damn bitch Terry! Like they know something…”

"Our scheme is very likely to be discovered!"

"This is a ticking time bomb! We can't let it go!"

Several tall Russians stood in front of the desks, talking amongst themselves, and finally all looked at Aigur, who was sitting behind the desks playing with a lighter.

a long time.

“She already has other plans and has sent two people over,” Aigur said, his voice cold.

"To be on the safe side, let her die. Only the dead can shut up."

He paused for a moment, then added, "Remember, make sure she dies without ever knowing why!" "OK!"

"But what about that kid?"

"Ignore him, it's too risky to touch him now!"

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Ding Dong!

Eric looked up at his phone and saw that he had ten million just like that.

Account: 10,186,824.00
The long string of numbers seemed to indicate that he had become a person with some assets, and a wealthy person in the eyes of many.

But for some reason, Eric didn't feel much.

Because he doesn't have a great pursuit of money, and with the Deep Blue skill point, he has long since transcended the low-level interests that can be satisfied with money. Money is just a tool to meet basic needs.

Simply put, as long as you have enough to eat, wear, and live comfortably, and have enough money, you're basically set.

He focuses more on emotional needs, because emotions allow him to integrate into this unfamiliar parallel world.

Of course, besides this, there's also the need to become stronger and hone one's skills.

He was addicted to becoming stronger, to becoming visibly stronger, and to the thrill of having complete control in battle.

The honing of his skills also allowed him to feel the satisfaction of reaping the rewards of his efforts.

This is similar to those fitness fanatics who go to the gym every day; it's hard to say they don't want to feel the lingering warmth of their muscles after a workout.

As they say, fitness is addictive, and his situation is similar.

Just then, he heard a noise, but he didn't move. Then a fragrant breeze came, and a pair of hands wrapped around his neck. He felt a soft and heavy feeling on his back, which felt very comfortable.

"woke up?"

"Hmm, darling, what would you like to eat?"

Tifa held him tightly, and Eric could only glance back at her, exclaiming in surprise:

"Honey?"

Although they were already boyfriend and girlfriend and had met each other's parents, it seemed that this was the first time Tifa had ever called him "darling".

Tifa smiled and asked, "Is there a problem?"

Eric quickly shook his head: "No problem at all, although I really want to eat you."

Before he could finish speaking, the hands around his neck tightened even more: "Wait, I haven't finished yet. I mean, although I really want to eat all the delicious food you can make, right now I still want to eat your French pasta, buffalo chicken wings, and okra soup."

Tifa snorted, "Are you sure you can finish it?"

"Should we be able to finish it?"

"Oh! My boyfriend is a big eater!"

……

While Eric and Tifa were eating.

A woman dressed in a rather shabby, flamboyant manner walked into the hospital. She went all the way to the sixth floor and finally stopped outside Terry's ward, staring blankly into the room through the window for the second time.

Although she had secretly visited Terry that morning, she wanted to come back to see Terry again and tell her some "good news" while the gang was in a bit of chaos and no one was paying attention to her.

Suddenly, Terry, who was lying on the hospital bed, stirred and showed a pained expression. She was startled and quickly went into the ward.

"Terry? How are you?"

Terry finally woke up, floating in excruciating pain. His swollen eyes barely opened a crack, and in his blurry vision, he saw Audrey's sorrowful expression.

"Audrey? It hurts so much!"

Suppressing her grief, Audrey pressed the call button and leaned down to gently comfort her.

"The doctor is coming soon, you'll be alright, Terry."

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at the same time.

A Black man stepped off a bus that was parked at the bus stop. It was none other than McCall. He walked slowly toward the hospital that was reflected in the distance.

He found the information he needed at the front desk in the lobby, walked up the stairs, and finally stopped in front of an intensive care unit on the sixth floor.

This was the intensive care unit where Terry was located, and several doctors in white coats were busy inside.

McCall silently watched the busy scene inside, his gaze sweeping over Audrey beside him, who looked worried.

Then he shifted his attention to Terry, silently observing her injuries and pained expression. He sighed inwardly, glanced at Audrey, and then sat down on a bench at the back of the aisle, waiting quietly.

Old Flint only found out which hospital Terry went to today; he still needs to find out what exactly happened there.

He sat there until six o'clock in the evening when McCall heard a click and instinctively looked up.

Audrey, who looked like she had been crying, walked out of the ward and walked listlessly to the water dispenser, taking out a disposable cup to fill with hot water.

However, she was greatly shocked by the incident. Coupled with the shock of grief and other emotions, she was so distraught that she didn't even realize her water glass was full and ended up getting scalded by the hot water.

Audrey cried out in pain and pulled her hand back. Before she could even react and turn off the water, a warm voice sounded beside her.

"Be careful, let me help you, it's okay."

Audrey stared blankly at McCall as he approached, and instinctively stepped aside.

As McCall tidied up, he pulled out a tissue from the side and handed it to him.

"Here, are you alright?"

Audrey snapped out of her daze, took the tissues, and joined in tidying up. She grabbed the water glass, poured the contents into it, and then threw it into the trash can.

"It's okay, I can do it, thank you."

McCall nodded, simply wiping the water stains clean with paper before looking up at Audrey.

"how is she?"

Audrey paused, looked at McCall, and her previously dazed eyes instantly filled with wariness.

“I’m talking about Terry. How is she?” McCall asked gently.

Audrey took a step back, asking warily, "Who are you?"

“A friend, one of her friends,” McCall said earnestly.

“A true friend, do you know she often eats at the Changqiao Restaurant? She never eats properly, always orders a lot of desserts, and often tells me that life is tough and she needs something sweet to get rid of the bitterness.”

This sentence instantly dispelled most of Audrey's wariness, because only a friend could know so much information, and this was also a catchphrase that Terry often used.

McCall smiled gently. "So how is she? Can you tell me what happened to her?"

Audrey stared blankly at McCall.

“Come, sit down?” McCall gestured.

These words seemed to have a magical power, leading Audrey to sit down without her even realizing it, guided by McCall.

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"She was hit by a customer, and she fought back. The customer called Aigur, and Aigur decided to make an example of her and teach her a lesson."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "A customer who really liked Terry learned about this and tried to stop Aigur, but it was no use."
Terry was pitiful; she was brought here at a very young age, and she thought that one day she would be the master of her own life, but Aegur made her realize that it was impossible.
However, it seems that she has finally ushered in her lucky day. The customer who likes her seems to have some connections. Today, a lot of police came to raid the place and warned Aiguer not to touch Terry.

But I felt it was still useless. Aigur had said he would slit the throats of traitors and that no one could escape from them; he always meant what he said.

After Audrey finished speaking, she looked at the silent McCall, glanced at her watch, and took a deep breath.

That's all I know. It's almost time, I need to go back.

As she got up and walked toward the exit, she said weakly, "Goodbye, McCall."

McCall said calmly, "Goodbye, Audrey."

(End of this chapter)