North American Patrol: American Iaido

Chapter 18 Clean and Neat

Upon hearing this, Gino suddenly woke up. He knew what he had to do. He could even ignore the stench in the room and rushed straight to the door that the middle-aged woman had just closed, managing to push the door open a crack in time.

"No!" the middle-aged woman screamed.

"I don't want to go to jail!"

Gino's expression froze for a moment, but he still pushed it out forcefully.

The middle-aged woman was unable to resist and could only retreat repeatedly.

"Madam, we hope you can cooperate with us." Although Gino's expression was already stiff, he still knew what to do, and his gaze swept across the entire room.

In three words: dirty, messy, and chaotic.

There was a bed in the middle, surrounded by discarded clothes and some trash of unknown origin. What Gino found a bit outrageous was that there was a man lying on the bed, who was probably the boyfriend that the people downstairs had mentioned.

In this situation, he was still playing on his phone without any reaction, completely ignoring his girlfriend's current predicament.

But since he remained unmoved, Gino didn't bother with him. He simply took out handcuffs from his tactical belt and walked toward the middle-aged woman who was hiding in the corner by the bed.

"Madam, please cooperate with us because you are suspected of making a false police report and verbally abusing others. We have the right to take you to the police station."

"No! I won't go to the police station with you!" the middle-aged woman said defiantly.

"I only made one small mistake, why are you putting me in jail! I'm not going with you, I'm telling you!"

Seeing that the middle-aged woman was completely uncooperative, Gino was somewhat helpless and could only force his way closer, trying to grab the middle-aged woman's right hand.

But who would have thought that the middle-aged woman was quite agile, easily shaking off his hand with a flick of her wrist.

"No! Don't touch me!"

Gino gritted his teeth, continued to approach, reached out and forcibly grabbed the middle-aged woman's constantly swinging right hand, and then prepared to hand her the handcuffs.

But perhaps out of desperation, the middle-aged woman kept struggling and shaking her body, making it really difficult for him to handcuff her.

Please cooperate!

Gino also got angry and began to try to forcefully control the middle-aged woman, but her actions became even more violent. While her body kept falling to the ground to gain momentum, her hands also scratched at his face with extremely piercing screams.

"No!"

The scream was comparable to a dolphin's cry. Yorks, standing outside the room, wearing gloves, was casually picking up a small packet of unused white powder from the ground and throwing it into the plastic evidence bag he was carrying when he sighed and shook his head.

"Why is this guy taking so long? He has absolutely no sense of improvisation. Please, we're the renowned Lapd, don't you even know what American Iaijutsu is?!"

York put away the plastic evidence bag, and while listening to the ongoing noise in the room, he pulled out a rather strange gun from his tactical belt.

The Taser X26 stun gun uses 5 volts of high voltage to paralyze or spasm muscles through instantaneous high voltage, causing a person to lose control of their limbs.

Simply put, this gun is something they can use to instantly control prisoners when they are uncooperative.

This kid is probably doing something like this for the first time, so much so that he's forgotten what he's supposed to do or how he's supposed to do it.

Thinking of this, Yorke walked into the room and was immediately met with a scene that left him speechless.

Gino pinned the middle-aged woman to the ground, unable to move, and even threw the handcuffs aside.

More importantly, this idiot also had several scratches on his face.

"Sigh, he wasted his time at the police academy. I'll give him a bad review," York thought to himself, ignoring the man on the bed as he spoke calmly.

"stand up."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gino turned around and saw that the tall Yorke had appeared at the door, holding a Taser in his hand. Only then did he come to his senses and instinctively released the middle-aged woman writhing on the ground, looking bewildered as he got up.

"See? I'm not going to jail with you." The middle-aged woman, seeing Gino's appearance, lay on the pile of clothes and laughed wildly.

"Madam, please cooperate with us, otherwise we will have no choice but to use force to control you."

Upon hearing this, she answered before even looking over.

"Get lost!"

At this point, the middle-aged woman noticed Yorke standing in the doorway, raising a Taser at her. Having been in detention cells or prisons several times, she knew what this gun was and screamed.

"No! You can't do that to me."

"I'm sorry, ma'am, it's because you're not cooperating with us."

Yorke chuckled and pulled the trigger directly at the screaming middle-aged woman. Only a fool would continue playing along with you like Gino did.

"Whoosh—"

The "dart" embedded in the Taser stun gun shot towards the middle-aged woman with a silver lightning bolt.

The lightning streaked a bright trail through the air.

With a soft "thud," the moment the "dart" with the thin white thread struck the middle-aged woman, her scream abruptly stopped, as if a crowing rooster had its fate choked.

At the same time, the person became extremely stiff as if electrocuted, with their hands, feet, and entire body stiffening and unable to move.

Yorke knew why.

Because the object being launched carries a 5-volt high voltage, nothing is needed; simply touching it will instantly envelop a person in a strong electric current, causing their muscles to contract violently under the stimulation of the current.

This is why middle-aged women are so stiff now.

Seeing that the middle-aged woman could no longer cause any trouble, York retracted the cord of the Taser stun gun, reinserted it into the sleeve, and looked helplessly at Gino, who was standing there dumbfounded and didn't know what to do.

"What are you standing there for? Waiting for her to recover? Handcuff her and take her to the police station."

"Okay, sure."

Gino then got up, quickly picked up the handcuffs that had been lying nearby, and while the middle-aged woman was still stiff, he handcuffed her and helped her up.

"Take her away," York said. "Put her in the back seat, and don't forget to lock the doors."

With several scratches on his face, Gino obediently nodded and led the handcuffed middle-aged woman toward the door.

York watched him leave, then stood there looking at the man on the bed who was completely oblivious to the situation, just playing on his phone. He noticed the numerous needle marks on the man's arm, his dark circles under his eyes, and his emaciated body. York shook his head and turned to leave.

This poisonous demon is beyond saving; only death and hell await him.

This situation is indeed normal in free America, so normal that it couldn't be more normal.

"Let me out! You bitches! Idiots! How dare you shoot at me! Bitch! F*** you!"

Yorke heard a loud noise and a crashing sound from behind, and glanced at the rearview mirror.

The middle-aged woman, who had recovered, went berserk, slumped in the back seat, and kicked the transparent partition repeatedly with her feet.

Just a grasshopper in autumn.

Then, looking at Gino, who was also peeking from the passenger seat, and noticing his several very obvious scratches, York said calmly.

"Are you alright?"

(End of this chapter)