North American Patrol: American Iaido

Chapter 86 Good Brothers

"The difference is obvious when you compare them like this." Yorks knew what was going on and beckoned to the man named Gabriel.

Come here.

"Hello, officer," Gabriel said, his tone relatively polite. "I'm just a little confused."

Yorke shone a flashlight on the container in his hand and asked, "Have you used any similar drugs before?"

Gabriel shook his head: "No, I haven't used any drugs."

"Okay." York didn't dwell on it. "I found this in the car, in the passenger seat where you were sitting before: an unidentified syringe and some methamphetamine."

As he spoke, Yorke glanced at Gabriel and said, "Am I right? This is meth?"

I thought Gabriel would be firm and say no, but instead he nodded readily: "Yes, officer."

Yorke raised an eyebrow slightly: "This is yours?"

Gabriel continued nodding: "Yes, officer, I actually put it in secretly before. I've been using it secretly so as not to affect my brother. To be honest, I feel sorry for my brother because I promised him, but unfortunately..."

Gabriel paused for a moment, then continued, "I was really scared when I saw you talking to them, because I didn't want to get them involved. They helped me a lot, officer. My friend should be alright, right?"

Seeing Gabriel's sudden appearance and sincere gaze, Yorke paused for a moment, then shrugged: "If what you say is true, they'll be fine."

"Officer, I can assure you that everything I've said is true." Gabriel chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"Although I do drugs and am a scumbag, I know what I should do now. I'm different from those really scumbags."

"Alright, in that case, they'll be fine for now, they just need to get new license plates." Yorks stated truthfully, "But now I have to tell you, there were syringes in the car with methamphetamine and some other drugs on them, so you admit these are yours?"

Gabriel nodded.

"Okay, you're coming with me now because you've been arrested for illegal possession of drugs. You'll be taken to the West Canyon Police Department for further processing. If you have any objections, you can hire a lawyer."

Yorke said, then called over Gino, who had been watching the whole process, handed him the container to handle, and then took out handcuffs from his tactical belt.

"Please cooperate."

"Yes, officer." Gabriel was very cooperative and did not resist at all. He turned his back to Yorke and looked at Ramos and Gema over there, stretching his hands out behind him.

"Given that you just honestly confessed to your crime, your punishment may be appropriately reduced if the case is established."

"Okay, officer, thank you."

"I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do." Yorke handcuffed him, patted Gabriel on the shoulder, and led him toward the Explorer patrol car.

"Officer, what happened to my brother?" Ramos approached.

Gabriel shook his head and said, "Hey, my brother, don't worry about me! You have your own life now, okay? You should cherish Gemma, listen to her, there aren't many women like her."

Ramos opened his mouth, then looked at Gabriel, unsure of what to say.

Yorke casually opened the back door of the Explorer patrol car, pushed Gabriel inside, but still said something while looking at Ramos.

"According to California health and safety regulations, your friend's illegal possession of drugs is a misdemeanor and he will be taken to the West Canyon Police Department."

As he closed the car door, Yorke continued, "Generally speaking, the maximum penalty is one year in prison and a $1000 fine. But most importantly, most first-time offenders can have their charges dismissed by completing the PC1000 Drug Treatment Program or the Drug Court Program."

Bang! The car door slammed shut.

A mechanical voice immediately sounded in my ears, announcing a reward.

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[Reward: +0.5 points]

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This was quite lucky; thankfully, everything went according to plan. Yorks felt a slight unease due to the voice in his ear, then looked at Ramos in front of him:

"Mr. Ramos, you'd better get new license plates as soon as possible, otherwise if you get caught again, then..."

Yorke paused here, knowing that Ramos could understand him.

Ramos glanced at Gabrielo, who was sitting silently in the back seat, and sighed, "Okay, officer, I'll get on it as soon as possible."

"Okay, next time you can park in a free or public parking lot. You can leave now. Don't park here again. If you park here again, you'll be in jail, understand? Because the residents here have the right to complain that you have disturbed public order."

After Ramos nodded, Yorke gestured to Gino to get ready and get in the car.

"You can leave now."

Seeing that Ramos was still reluctant to leave, Yorke looked at his girlfriend Gemma.

As expected, Gema was very wise. She walked over and pulled Ramos away from where they were. Finally, they got into the car and drove away.

Because of this minor police incident, Yorke suddenly gained 0.5 usable attribute points. He was relatively relaxed, watched the Chevrolet Cruze leave, then turned and walked towards the Explorer police car, getting into the driver's seat.

At that moment, Gino had just finished storing the container, and Yorke fastened his seatbelt.

"Let's go back to the police station."

After Gino nodded, Yorke drove the police car back to Fernand, who had been standing outside his house. As the police car pulled up in front of him, he glanced instinctively at Gabrielo in the back seat.

"The matter has been resolved. If they come again, you can sue them because they have disrupted public order and safety."

As he spoke, Yorke took out a notebook from under the radio, tore off a page, and handed it over.

"My phone number is on it. If they come back or retaliate against you, you can let me know."

This call earned me 0.5 usable attribute points, and this guy contributed to that.

Fernand accepted it, glanced at it, and sincerely thanked him, saying, "Thank you, officer."

Yorke joked, "Remember my badge number, and give me a good review later!"

Fernand nodded, his expression quite serious. "I will, officer. May I ask your name?"

"Just call me York!" York said calmly.

Fernand's attitude was quite sincere: "Okay, thank you, Officer Yorke."

"Okay, that's all for now, let's go in." Yorks gestured, and under Fernand's watchful gaze, he lightly pressed the accelerator and drove away.

Even though Yorke had already driven to the intersection, Fernand was still standing there watching him go, as seen in the rearview mirror.

(End of this chapter)