North American Patrol: American Iaido

Chapter 22, Second Police Incident

"Sister Ji, have people been coming over to bother you frequently lately?"

Standing in front of the cashier by the door, York opened his wallet and handed over banknotes to Sister Ji in front of him.

He didn't want the lunch he had finally found to be gone forever.

Ji Caiqin took the banknotes, shook her head gratefully and smiled, "Officer York, since you started coming here often, no one has dared to come and freeload."

"That's good." York smiled. This neighborhood is a mixed community with many different ethnicities, which actually proves that the security situation is not very good.

So there are a lot of jerks here. When he first arrived to have lunch, he ran into a guy who ate for free and then ran away.

"Thank you so much, Officer York, I don't know how to repay you," a man said from the side. He had a kitchen towel around his neck and a scarf around his waist. He was a strong man with a weathered face.

Yorke laughed and said, "Master Chao, the food you cook is so delicious, that's your way of repaying me."

Chao Mingxiang and his wife Ji Caiqin exchanged a glance, smiles on their faces.

"Officer York, here's your change." Ji Caiqin counted the change she received.

However, Yorke only glanced at them, took them, and then returned them.

The amount of money wasn't right; Sister Ji gave him a little too much change, but he appreciated the gesture.

Ji Caiqin paused for a moment, instinctively holding her breath.

"Sister Ji, Master Chao, call me if you need anything," York said with a smile, stuffing the remaining money into his wallet.

"I'm leaving now, I'll come again next time."

After saying that, Yorkes lifted the heavy white transparent curtain and walked out. Behind him, the trembling voices of a couple who had traveled a long way to try to find an opportunity could be heard.

"Officer Yorke, take care."

"..."

"I never expected you to have this side to you, York." Gino, who was waiting outside, looked at York, who had a calm expression, and said this as he heard the voice coming from inside.

"That really surprised me."

"Was I really that bad before?" York asked, glancing left and right for any suspicious people as he walked toward the Chevrolet Caprice parked on the side of the street.

Gino followed behind: "No, it's just that you used to be a bit unapproachable. Apart from us, you didn't interact with anyone else."

Do you know that, in their eyes, you've already been eliminated, you're out!

Yorke laughed, not finding any suspicious person to open the car door and get in, leaving his answer.

"It doesn't matter."

It's not that they don't interact, but rather that it's unnecessary. Most of the social interactions among upper-class young people are really about comparing themselves to others or discussing luxury goods.

His mental age had long since moved beyond that stage; from that perspective, everyone seemed like a little kid.

How could an adult possibly hang out with a bunch of little kids?

It's like he's focused on the sexy teacher, while these little kids are focused on the toys.

Upon hearing this, Gino curled his lip, jogged from the front of the car to the passenger side, opened the door, and got in.

"Okay, what's next after lunch?"

"It's not time yet." York started the car, shifted gears, stepped on the gas, and slowly drove forward.

"Let's start with a hot coffee and an afternoon dessert. I treated you to lunch, now it's your turn to treat."

Gino said speechlessly, "I've noticed you really like hot things? Have you ever done this before?"

"To live longer, drink more hot water," Yorke casually replied, then slammed on the gas.

"Oh shit! Can you slow down a bit? I think the first thing a patrol officer should do when he's on duty is arrest you."

Gino's cry rang out, drifting further and further away on the wind.

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"10-A-11, resume patrol."

"receive!"

Listening to the telegram, Yorke, having finished his dessert, became extremely relaxed, simply sitting in the driver's seat and doing nothing.

This left Gino feeling helpless; he now had a general idea of ​​what life was like for a patrol officer.

If nothing's wrong, then you're relaxed and comfortable, but if something happens, your heart will race and your adrenaline will surge.

After sitting for a short while, Gino couldn't help but say:

"Are we just going to sit here and do nothing?"

Yorke glanced at him: "Observation and finding suspicious people are also part of our job."

Gino glanced around at his surroundings, and his only impression was that it was just an ordinary place.

Pedestrians strolled along the streets, and everything seemed exceptionally peaceful and serene.

Are there any suspicious people here?

"Of course," Yorke said calmly.

"There's a Chinese saying: 'Waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree stump.' What you need to learn, Gino, is to wait for things to come to you, instead of going out to find them yourself. Otherwise, you'll let things you should be responsible for slip away."

Gino shrugged: "You're right."

Just then, the radio crackled with the mechanical voice of the dispatch center: "10-A-11, Code 3 (Emergency) Unauthorized intrusion, code name 417, inmate carrying a weapon, 130 Carsengor Street."

The caller claimed that someone carrying a gun was forcibly breaking into her home.

Gino's eyes widened slightly; even from those simple words, he could feel a suffocating tension.

If someone forcibly breaks into a home with weapons, and it's an emergency, what's the person who called the police doing now?

While Gino's heart was racing because of the police incident, Yorke had already picked up the walkie-talkie with one hand and was controlling the car with the other, pressing the accelerator.

"10-A-11, received."

With a loud bang, the black and white painted Chevrolet Caprice roared, startling passersby who then sped off.

Gino gripped the safety handrail tightly, feeling for the first time that driving this fast was the right thing to do, he said nervously.

"Will she be alright?"

You'll know when you get there.

York easily drifted off, speeding toward his destination amidst the curses of other drivers.

He didn't need to look at the map displayed on the tablet in the center console; he knew exactly where number 130 Carsongo Street was.

That was a mid-range neighborhood nearby.

"Number 100".

Yorke glanced at the building number signs on the side of the road and spoke calmly.

"According to the information from the dispatch center, the suspect should have successfully broken into the home of the person who called the police. Wait for me in the car later."

Gino hesitated for a moment, then said, "I can go in with you!"

"No, you'll hold me back. You can say that when you're officially hired." York refused Gino's help and turned the steering wheel to the right lane.

With a screeching sound, the Chevrolet Caprice left a noticeable tire mark on the ground.

If Gino were a seasoned veteran, it wouldn't be a problem, but if he were just a rookie, he probably wouldn't even be able to stand up to a suspect's gun.

Even without weapons, just encountering the killer in the canyon, Gino probably wouldn't be able to handle the madness and murderous aura emanating from him.

To put it simply, a rich kid who grew up in the cradle and came here to experience the life of a patrol officer, a rookie, is just a hindrance in the face of such an extreme event. It would be good enough if he could avoid making things worse.

(End of this chapter)