North American Patrol: American Iaido

Chapter 29 Recognized Rules

Dear younger brother?

Upon hearing this, Gino shuddered. Before each beating, he would hear his dear brother's words echoing in his ears.

This woman may seem gentle and quiet on the surface, but she's actually a real devil.

Gino shook his head violently, trying to shake off his unbearable childhood memories. Sitting in the car, he instinctively straightened his upper body and obediently answered.

"It's alright. I encountered three cases on the first day. I think I'm very lucky."

"Hmm?" Irina, a student at the prestigious private research university MIT in Cambridge, Massachusetts, reached out her fair hand and closed the notebook on the small table in front of her.

"What case?"

Hearing the interested tone coming from the phone, Gino sighed inwardly and truthfully recounted everything that had happened during his patrol with York.

False alarms, possession of drugs, and illegal trespassing—these three different types of cases, distinct from everyday life, certainly have a unique flavor.

Irina sat there, her deep, bright eyes, like those of a glittering star, staring straight ahead as she listened quietly.

"The most dangerous case is this third one, which involves illegal trespassing," Gino remarked.

"The suspect is suspected of first-degree murder, assaulting a police officer, and other crimes because he was carrying a gun; he had too much equipment."

I was sitting in the car when I heard gunshots. I thought something had happened to York. I had no idea what was going on inside; I just felt a chill run down my spine.

Fortunately, Yorke is alright.

But I was still shocked when I saw blood on Yorke.

Hearing this, Irina pursed her lips, not asking Gino why he was in the car, but instead frowning and saying with a hint of worry:

"What happened to him in the end?"

"He's perfectly fine. The blood on him is from the person who called the police," Gino said sincerely, pretending not to notice.

"Irina, he saved the poor caller from the hands of a well-prepared suspect."

Irina was silent for a moment: "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"Well."

Gino paused for a moment, then remembered something: the way the policewomen in the reception area looked at York earlier that day was a little strange.

But Gino still didn't say it, he just mentioned something else.

"I've noticed that York seems to really enjoy Chinese food."

Irina raised an eyebrow slightly: "Chinese food?"

She didn't know that, but Irina suddenly remembered the strange foods York made when she was a child.

"So that's Chinese food?" Irina thought to herself.

"Yes, he took me to a Chinese restaurant during lunch break today. The dishes he ate were too spicy and the flavors were a bit too strong, so I didn't really like them," Gino said.

"But Yorke seemed to enjoy it very much."

At this point, Gino paused for a moment: "The restaurant owner was very welcoming to him, not like he was being treated as a regular customer."

"Why?" Irina asked.

Gino recalled, "Because Yorks helped them, and it didn't sound like just helping; it felt like saving their lives."

Irina continued, "Where is that restaurant located?"

"154 North Street, Oak South District, Ruilai Restaurant," Gino said obediently, feeling helpless.

"Why don't you go ask Yorke yourself?"

He knew that the so-called curiosity and concern about his younger brother's day as a patrolman was more like York's.

"I'm very busy, and he's very busy too," Irina said calmly.

"I'm concerned about you, my younger brother."

"Come on," Gino retorted.

"So many top students at your school are pursuing you, have you ever thought highly of them? Since we're on the topic, does York know you like him?"

Irina's gaze sharpened slightly, and she calmly picked up her phone, saying, "I like Yorkes?"

A magnetic voice came through the phone to Gino's ears. His face, which had just relaxed, stiffened. Gino felt a murderous aura coming straight to him from the phone.

Gino immediately sobered up, coughed a few times, and quickly changed the subject: "Sister, I've discovered a secret. It seems like York has done a lot of things."

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The restaurant is illuminated by soft lighting.

A little girl sat on the living room floor next door, playing with her princess doll and motorcycle. She was so engrossed in the game that she even added her own voiceover.

But her voiceover was completely drowned out by the restaurant's conversation.

"Kaya, you have no idea how dangerous it was. Three of our colleagues had already fallen, and I was the only one left."

I braved the suspects' gunfire and dragged them under the police car; otherwise, they would have been dead already…

At the dinner table, Talibo was recounting the events of that time, completely unaware that his wife Kaya was pale and looked extremely unwell.

This left York, who was standing to the side, speechless as he looked at Talibor, who was boasting after having a few drinks, but he shook his head and continued eating his steak.

However, Talibor is really oblivious.

After all, no wife wants to see her husband doing dangerous work or doing dangerous things, because they are family.

"Fortunately, Yorke."

Perhaps finally sensing that something was amiss, Talibo subconsciously glanced at Kaya, whose face was pale and eyes were bloodshot, and his voice became softer, the heat from drinking instantly dissipating.

"Don't cry. I just exaggerated a bit because I haven't encountered something like this in a long time."

You know, I don't usually encounter things like this; this was really just a coincidence.

Seeing his wife's red eyes about to burst into tears, Talibo panicked and quickly went over to comfort her, sending a pleading look to York, who was watching the show.

Damn it, I accidentally blew too much!

Seeing his wife like this, Talibor felt remorseful. While trying to comfort her, he kept looking at York and pleading for help.

Yorke calmly finished the last bite with his fork, then picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth. He looked at Kaya, who was being comforted by Talibor, and said gently.

"What Talibor said is true. In reality, many police officers don't fire many shots in a year. Even firing one shot is considered an exceptional event. For someone like Talibor to fire one shot a year is considered unlucky."

Talibor nodded, then glanced furtively at Kaya, only to find her attention completely drawn to York's words, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"And most people, including suspects, generally don't shoot at police officers," Yorke said gently, folding the tablecloth and placing it back on the table. He met Kaya's gaze with gentleness.

"Why?" Kaya asked.

"Because he dared to shoot at a police officer, his ending and fate will be dire."

"If an officer is ever shot and killed, the entire Los Angeles Police Department, including myself, will stop at nothing to find the culprit and kill him."

Yorkes laughed.

"These are all generally accepted rules; everyone who works in the underground world knows this."

Please continue reading; this is crucial!

(End of this chapter)