America, starting as a trainee police officer

Clearly, Payne now understood what 459 really meant.

"Well, the neighbor called the police saying they heard disturbing noise, so it could be a serious matter."

Li Wei shrugged.

"Heh, I don't believe it." No matter how stupid Payne is, he's not that stupid.

Lopez then turned to Payne: "Listen, you want to see the difference between the New York police and the Los Angeles police, right?"

"Yep." Payne nodded.

"The difference is that New York City has 40,000 police officers patrolling the streets, while Los Angeles only has 9,000. But in terms of urban area, Los Angeles is twice the size of New York City. Each shift we need to handle more cases."

"And we have no idea when we'll encounter an actual crime. Some things that seem trivial can escalate into big problems."

"For safety reasons, you should step back a bit, Mr. Payne."

Lopez and Levi arrived at the door of the house.

For safety reasons, Li Wei stopped Payne.

Payne stopped and looked at Levi with displeasure.

"Just to be safe."

Li Wei was also very concerned about Payne's safety. If anything happened to this guy, it would directly affect his internship evaluation.

Hearing Li Wei say this, Payne reluctantly had no choice but to take a step back.

Lopez then knocked on the door.

knock knock knock.

Not only did no one answer, but the door was also unlocked.

Seeing this, Lopez turned around and exchanged a glance with Levi.

Both men drew their guns.

"LAPD!"

The two covered for each other and slowly walked into the house.

Payne was caught in a dilemma, unable to advance or retreat.

On the one hand, they were worried about the danger, and on the other hand, they wanted to gather material.

Neither Levi nor Lopez had time to deal with him.

Who knows what might be inside a place with an unlocked door?

You never know when a homeless person might suddenly appear and shoot you.

Even with two [Substitute Coins] on him, Li Wei didn't dare to be too reckless.

The house is luxuriously decorated, and the furniture is in the classic European style.

In addition, there was a lingering musty smell and a faint stench of decay in the air.

It's like a scene from a horror game.

In a screening room, the furniture was covered in dust and cobwebs. Li Wei saw a person sitting on the sofa.

From his angle, all he could see was the back of a gray-haired head.

It's unclear whether they are alive or dead.

He looked behind him at Lopez, who had gone to another room.

He called out softly, "Lopez."

Upon hearing the sound, Lopez looked at Levi.

Li Wei pointed in the direction of the screening room.

The two slowly entered.

"LAPD! Let me see your hands!" Levi shouted at the person on the sofa.

But after several tens of seconds, the other party still did not respond.

The two slowly walked to the sofa and then put down their Glock 17s.

"Oh, man. How long has he been dead?"

When Payne, who had followed, saw the body, he couldn't help but say something.

"But no one noticed."

"Report it, Li."

Lopez approached and examined the body.

I'm hoping to find some clues.

Upon hearing this, Li Wei picked up the walkie-talkie: "7-A-07, body found, female, approximately 50 years old, requesting the dispatch of the forensic team. Location: Haikandi 910."

After hanging up the walkie-talkie, Li Wei and Angela squatted down to examine the body.

"Judging from the degree of dehydration, the body has been dead for at least several months."

...

After some time, the forensic team arrived, and at the same time, the CSU (Crime Scene Investigation Team) also arrived. They were responsible for collecting evidence at the scene, such as DNA from the body.

"Yes, her name is Crawford. Colette Crawford. Just looking for any of her relatives or close friends."

Angela assigned Levi a tough job.

Searching for the deceased's relatives.

Based on the current on-site investigation, Ms. Crawford's death is believed to be of natural causes.

Many of the medications she had taken before her death were found at the scene, proving that her health was not good.

"Could you check again? Surely someone will come forward to claim the body?"

"Can we go now?"

While Li Wei was on the phone, Payne grew impatient and went to Angela's side.

Angela ignored him.

"Zizi! Can we walk now?"

Annoyed by Payne, Angela turned around and said, "No, we have to wait for the natural death certificate to be issued before we can leave. Otherwise, I'll have to stay here with the forensic doctor and go through the entire autopsy process."

"Oh, then can I pay these people to do it? We'll head out now?"

Clearly, Payne was still longing for big scenes and wanted to see gunfights.

Angela was very unhappy to hear this argument.

"No, you can't just throw money at everything. Money isn't everything in life!"

Hearing Angela say that, Payne scoffed, "So it's just that your money is bad, huh?"

Payne was right about that.

In America, a dog-eat-dog world, money really can buy anything.

If you can't buy it, it just means you're not strong enough or rich enough.

Status and position are also a form of wealth.

"plum!"

Angela couldn't stand Payne's arguments; they didn't align with her values.

Upon hearing this, Li Wei hung up the phone.

Angela has given herself another tough chore.

He approached Payne, looking at the impatient Payne: "Listen, I know you don't want to stay here any longer. But it's a necessary procedure. Let's get our work done, OK?"

To be honest, Li Wei would love for the coroner to spend the whole day examining the body.

Let's send this great deity away.

Upon hearing Li Wei's words, Payne knew there was no room for negotiation, so he could only wander aimlessly around the screening room, feeling utterly bored.

He came to a table where a photograph of the deceased was displayed.

"Oh my god, she looks so beautiful in the photo."

"But then again, in this day and age, it's not up to such beauties to dominate the scene. Unless she loses thirty pounds and gets her nose done."

"That's the problem with the film and television industry: judging people by their appearance."

Hearing Payne's lament, Li Wei sighed.

In just a few years, this practice of judging people by their appearance will become a thing of the past.

Thinking about a future where people are judged based on political correctness, he felt that Hollywood had no hope.

At that moment, Angela walked over: "OK, there must be some mysterious force automatically paying all her bills."

Upon hearing this, Li Wei shook his head: "We can't find a single relative of the deceased. There's not even anyone to claim the body."

"Not surprising, people in this city are too fickle," Payne remarked from the side.

...

On the road, in patrol car 7-A-07.

Colette Crawford was presumed dead of natural causes, and the case was closed, despite some remaining doubts.

Li Wei, Angela, and Payne returned to the street.

"I'm just saying, the NYPD has been... you know, giving me a taste of the good stuff for a while now."

Payne was clearly still complaining that it wasn't exciting enough, and he was criticizing Angela.

"If you are not satisfied with your experience riding with us, please feel free to change police officers!"

Compared to Li Wei, Angela was more eager to get rid of this burden as soon as possible.

"Look, it's not just me who's dissatisfied, you two aren't either, right? Compared to me, you two would rather not take on low-risk calls all the time, would you?"