North American Patrol: American Iaido

Chapter 84 What are you doing here?

I had just officially registered with the dispatch center and was only on the road for a short while when I received an emergency call from the dispatch center.

Gino was a little stunned. Was this the real value of the night?

York, on the other hand, remained calm, temporarily abandoning his plan to go to Jetta's Coffee Shop. He could drink coffee whenever he wanted; what mattered was the police report. Who knew if this report might trigger the system's reward mechanism?

Even now, he still feels that to improve his skill proficiency, he should start with physical training.

Yes, it's better to start by improving your own attribute values ​​than by practicing a lot.

After all, a lot of practice is very tedious and requires a lot of energy, which is tiring.

Before Gino could react, Yorke had already picked up the walkie-talkie connected to the radio below, pressed the button, and calmly said.

"10-A-11, received. We are about to proceed with the investigation. Please lead the way."

As soon as he finished speaking, a map sent from the dispatch center appeared on the police notebook.

York glanced at it, understood the situation, looked out the front window to scan the surroundings and determine the direction, turned on the left turn signal, and began to turn.

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Pinebridge is an old neighborhood that used to have some wealthy residents. However, as they moved elsewhere, the security situation began to decline from good to just average. Now, what York knows is that with the influx and impact of outsiders, this old neighborhood has unsettling elements.

Theft is rampant, and there are even robberies. Drug use on the streets is practically commonplace.

Under normal circumstances, veteran patrol officers would not bother with it, nor would they bother to intervene or stop it.

Therefore, the most important aspect of this police report is not the suspected drug use, but the unlicensed vehicle.

"This place is a recently abandoned church. After we get off the bus, remember to stay close to me."

Yorke offered a word of caution: "There are some idle people there. Don't take their gazes too seriously. They're not threatening you, but rather wary of you and afraid of you."

As he spoke, Yorke glanced at Gino’s expression. Good, there wasn’t much of a fluctuation. Clearly, the intensive work over the past few days and the shooting incident had tempered Gino’s nerves.

The biggest advantage of being a patrol officer and patrolling the streets is that it allows you to deal with emergencies and toughens your heart, which can be very beneficial when dealing with certain situations.

Gino nodded earnestly: "Yes! Don't worry, sir, I will definitely stay by your side."

Having witnessed Yorke's marksmanship, even the most foolish man would know that staying close to Yorke was the safest option.

Seeing Gino's expression, Yorke smiled. In fact, if it weren't for the sniper rifle, he believed he could still protect someone, so staying close to him was undoubtedly the right thing to do.

With his current strength, even if someone is watching him, he can sense it in his mind, and the moment the gun is aimed at him, the part of the gun will feel a tingling sensation.

With this advantage, and the added benefit of his rapid-fire specialization, he can achieve the goal of striking first despite being the one to attack later.

This is his current strength.

"This is it."

York drove into the Pinebridge neighborhood, and the atmosphere changed dramatically; it was a completely different world from the bustling area outside.

If bustling streets can evoke a sense of ultimate allure, joy, vibrancy, and tranquility, then the air here undergoes a very noticeable change, permeated with an indescribable atmosphere.

It's like walking down this street and feeling inexplicably uneasy, even when there's no danger at all.

Most of the shops along the street were closed, with only a few bars and small shops still lit up. There were few pedestrians, with only the occasional hurried figure passing by.

The streets are lined with ordinary cars, which look quite old.

This is what the old neighborhood is like at night. York is very familiar with it, but Gino has never been to this area before. He looks around anxiously, afraid that some monster might appear somewhere.

"How are you feeling?" York asked with a smile as they continued driving towards their destination, glancing at Gino who was looking around.

"You've probably never been to a place like this before, have you?"

Gino looked away from the car window and shook his head: "No, it's peaceful here, but it always gives me a sense of danger."

"That's because you've never been here before; you've always been lingering in safe places," Yorkes said. "The danger you perceive is the limit for some people."

As the saying goes, your starting line is already someone else's finish line.

As Gino was pondering, Yorke turned another corner at the intersection and entered a residential area.

Upon arriving here, the terrain begins to expand and the view becomes more expansive.

Yorke glanced at the map in his police notebook; he had arrived at his destination.

The environment they were in was a residential area, with wide streets lined with ordinary villas. The difference was that these villas didn't have front yards, only small lawns that looked like decorations.

In front of the police car with its lights on, a man appeared waiting in front of his own house.

Yorke grabbed the walkie-talkie connected to the radio and announced: "10-A-11, calling dispatch center, Code 6-A (Away from the vehicle for investigation, nearby units need to be on alert)."

The environment here meets the requirements of Code 6-A, which means that the dispatch center personnel understand that they have entered an area that requires high attention, and that they should pay close attention at all times so that they can react quickly and provide timely support in case anything happens.

Dispatch Center: "Received!"

Having heard the reply clearly, Yorke unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the door, and got out of the car.

"Get off the bus."

"Yes, sir!"

Seeing that Yorke had already gotten out of the car, Gino obediently followed suit.

"You're a newbie, so I'll handle the night patrols. You'll watch from the side for now, and then it'll be your turn in a couple of days," York said softly as he walked toward the approaching man, his right hand resting on his tactical belt.

Gino said, "Okay!" He was naturally happy to watch from the sidelines without doing anything, since he was actually just on a mission and taking the opportunity to experience a different kind of life.

York sensed the emotion in the man's voice, said nothing, and continued to lead the way toward the man who appeared to be the one who had called the police.

The man was roughly in his thirties, about 1.78 meters tall, but had a fierce buzz cut and a tattoo on his arm that was visible through his short-sleeved shirt.

"Did you call the police?" York asked.

The man approached and nodded: "I called the police, officer."

Yorke stopped in his tracks: "What's your name?"

"Fernando," the man answered obediently. Although he appeared to be someone who would make people instinctively avoid him, he seemed to be a normal resident.

Yorke nodded. "Where is the unlicensed car you mentioned?"

Fernand immediately pointed ahead: "Officer, they've been here for several days now, always coming at night, and they've been parking in that alley over there."

There's a small chapel there that we usually go to, and it makes me worried that it might affect security. I just want to make sure everything is okay.

York squinted and looked over. He could indeed see a building that was clearly different from the residential buildings. In the dim moonlight, he could see a cross decoration on the top.

"Okay, don't worry, I'll go check it out first. If there is indeed a problem, I'll take care of it, okay?" York said to Fernand.

In old neighborhoods like this, the arrival of outsiders can indeed cause very noticeable changes, so it's normal for local residents to be cautious.

"So did you see anyone? Are you sure you saw them using drugs?"

Fernand nodded and then shook his head: "They all come at night, so I'm not entirely sure, but I saw that the driver was a strange man, probably Latino."

As for drug use, I didn't actually see it, but I'm a church welfare worker and I often go there to clean. I saw some debris and syringes.

Honestly, I'm not sure if they actually discarded these things, but I'm certain they were located right where they parked.

He speaks incredibly fast, rattling off a long string of words in no time.

"Okay, you wait here." Yorke noticed the unease in the caller when he mentioned Latinos.

Latinos are mostly immigrants from Mexico, Cuba, and Brazil, primarily Mexican-Americans. With the influx of immigrants, they have gradually become the largest minority group in the Free State, numbering approximately 5750 million.

Fernand nodded obediently, and it was clear that he seemed much more relaxed; he was also afraid of being retaliated against.

"Yes, officer!"

Yorke gestured to Gino: "Get back in the car."

Although the distance wasn't far, only a dozen meters, driving a police car there would at least create some invisible pressure, instantly exposing anyone with a guilty conscience.

Even if a shooting suddenly occurs, it will provide them with cover.

So, Yorke took Gino back to the Explorer patrol car and drove over.

The headlights stretched forward, eventually illuminating the side of the church. As the Yorkshire turned, the headlights began to shift, revealing an ordinary white sedan parked on the side of the alleyway formed by the high walls separating the church from the roadside buildings.

It was a Chevrolet Cruze. Importantly, the car had no license plate, nothing at all, and its exterior was covered in dust that hadn't been cleaned, making it look dusty and worn.

"Stay alert." Yorke slammed on the brakes, stopping three meters behind the unlicensed car.

Under the headlights, he could see three heads through the rear window: the front seats had short hair, while the back seats had long hair.

"Yes!" Gino nodded.

York opened the car door and got out, his right hand already quietly touching the edge of his tactical belt, while his left hand picked up a flashlight and shone it on the Chevrolet Cruze in front of him.

Gino followed closely behind, one step behind.

As they drew closer, Yorke saw the man in the driver's seat, who was facing them, stir, seemingly just waking up, and then turn to look at them.

He is indeed Latino, as the person who called the police stated, and his features are very distinctive.

Seeing the man's surprised and hesitant expression, Yorke shone his flashlight through the car window and into his face, and calmly spoke.

"Sir, what are you doing here?"

"Uh," the man seemed a little flustered when he suddenly saw the police appear, and instinctively took out a cell phone.

"Uh, I'm charging my phone because it's dead," he said, sounding rather flustered.

(End of this chapter)