Chapter 1 The Daily Life of the Patrol Police
Halloween in the Wanderlust District is special throughout Los Angeles, with jack-o-lanterns hanging on the streets and doll witches smiling at passers-by with pointed hats in front of shops, but you won't see people and children knocking on strangers' doors for candy on weekends.
The Halloween custom is a group of kids knocking on a neighbor's or stranger's door, however, this custom is completely ruined by the shoes hanging in the precinct (the gang commemorates the dead brotherhood who hangs his shoes near the house).
When standing on the street with sunglasses under the sun under the sky of Los Angeles on the weekend, I suddenly felt that the jurisdiction was a little deserted, deserted like the capital of the Chinese New Year's Eve in China, no popularity at all, and all kinds of decorations and decorations on the street were rendering the festive atmosphere of an empty city, which was weirdly in line with the tone of Halloween.
If it weren't for the Latino gangs in Armenia and the street people in the area, maybe there would have been a parade in the street area.
"I've had enough!"
Chekov, who was following the weekend buttocks, with gauze wrapped in his right hand, muttered boredly: "Zhou, when will this kind of day end?" ”
When he looked back at Chekov over the weekend and saw Chekov's listless look, he wanted to answer, 'Me too'.
Today is a day of celebration for the whole country a week after the shootout on the streets of New Mexico, many rich people have actually started various parties since last night, but the police can only go to the streets during this time period to continue working, they have no holiday holidays, and every holiday is the busiest time for patrol officers. In addition to the high salaries during the holiday season. No one cares if they're keeping society going during the holiday season.
Of course. There are even more disturbing things to come.
After going to work, the first case Chekov received on the weekend occurred next to the supermarket in the jurisdiction, an old woman led her grandson to buy a large number of holiday supplies, and called the police at the door of the supermarket, and when they arrived at the weekend, they rushed out of the car with a gun and ran all the way because of the sentence 'I am in danger', the old woman explained to her grandson very naturally: "In the future, if you are in any danger or cannot handle it yourself, call this number." ”
Chekov was furious at that time, and walked up and yelled: "You called the police just to teach this little ghost? ”
The old woman held up her phone and shook it, "How else can I tell him that someone will come to his aid in times of danger?" This is the country of rice. Have the most efficient police in the world! ”
"......" Chekov was choked speechless.
On the weekend, I didn't write down everything that happened without half a word of nonsense, and signed it to the old lady according to the protocol: "After signing, you will be prosecuted for wasting police resources and reporting false cases." ”
The old man replied very well: "I don't care, at least my grandson has a phone number to protect himself!" ”
On days when there were no major cases, the weekend and Chekov dealt with all this kind of, and this kind of thing almost threw itself in front of their eyes one after another, and they couldn't stop it.
At 10:30 a.m., a Latino mother stopped the police car and called the police on the street to say that she couldn't manage her 14-year-old son, who had fallen out at home because he was going to a gang party in the evening.
Chekov said helplessly to the Latino mother, "What do you want us to do? When he didn't commit any crimes. Do you just take the child to the police station? ”
"Or find a crime scene where someone died because of a gang fight to scare him? Then I-him---I need to have a crime scene to educate you on the spot! Chekov hated this kind of, and vented his emotions directly on the street: "How did you become a mother of children? Are you just going to raise your hands under pressure and shout, 'You're interfering with my privacy?' You make it impossible for me to breathe', staring blankly at the kitchen stove and crying silently? Chekov learned vividly, with his big mouth and wandering eyes and his head shaking around, he was like a bear that couldn't find a toilet to suffocate his urine.
Then his face changed, and he said seriously: "You can't be brave, when he retorted to you, a slap in the face, stretched out his index finger to the tip of my nose when my father was still alive and told me, 'Little bastard, as long as Lao Tzu doesn't die for a day, don't want to be the garbage of this society!'" One day you dare to pull the trigger on your father's head with a pistol, and you are trying to figure out how to go to the street with a gold chain hanging on it, at least then you will be completely hopeless.'" ”
Over the weekend, it became clear that Chekov was not fit to be a patrolman, and that he did not have the most basic patience in dealing with similar cases.
In the end, the solution to this case was simple: go to the woman's house on the weekend, take her children into the police car, and then wander around the streets in the police car, and see any guy who has a criminal record and has appeared in the dark map and has not yet been arrested and goes straight up to arrest him.
When the back seat of the police car was full of five people, and the fourteen-year-old child's face had to be pressed against the window, he watched the boy slowly turn from looking at himself and Chekov with very excited and confrontational eyes to decadent, helpless, and unsure of how to get out of the car that represented the prison.
At that time, I drove the car to the door of the fourteen-year-old child's house on the weekend, opened the car door, dragged the child out, and said: "You think they are very majestic now, there are countless girls around them, there are countless friends, they can skateboard, smoke, drink heavily, and they seem to have the qualifications to step into the adult world and look at adults with contempt, but I promise you, you will never think that way in ten years." Everyone has only 24 hours in a day, and the moment you get stuck in the same quagmire as they are, your classmates at school can find a job enough to support themselves after graduation, even if they only spend an hour a day learning the most ordinary knowledge. ”
"What about you? You are drunk on the street looking at luxury cars and yelling at the world for being unfair, stealing and robbing when you have no money to spend! ”
"I know you can't listen to any of the big truths I say, because at your age, you don't know what fear is, you think you're a hero, you can hold a gun in the dark world like anyone and everyone, and you must be the one who survives in the end."
"Isn't this a game you play on the computer, do you understand, little man? The police are never as incompetent as you think. Remember, this time, I will let you go back, I don't care if you want to spend Halloween with your mother, or whether you will be with the gang in the future, what I can tell you is that when we police see you on the street one day, and you are a dangerous person, I will definitely shoot you and let you die at the hands of the police in your thirties, twenties, maybe seventeen or eighteen! ”
He doesn't plan to be an educator on the weekend, and he's not sure if his words will affect this child, because everything he says is true, and children at this age can't be changed by educating them a few times. He didn't know he was about to face criminal prosecution of the children he had seen, and when these children appeared on the other side of the world in a different skin color, there was no difference. Surely they will shoot at them when they are in danger on the weekend, and that is the price they pay for choosing the wrong path.
……
On the streets, it was lunch time when he walked past a fast-food restaurant in sunglasses on the weekend, and he and Chekov walked towards the police car at the same time.
"Zhou, are you going to eat pizza at noon?"
This was Chekov's most exciting moment, and it was the only time during his daily patrol when he could get psychological and physical relaxation.
"No, Chinese food." He responded firmly on the weekend, he didn't want to eat pizza, hot dogs, burgers, tortillas, pasta, he just wanted to eat a bowl of rice or a steamed bun, even if it was just a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
Chekov said with a smile on his face: "Are you sure? ”
"Yes, you have to learn to rely on ...... will only solve the problem"
Chekov said very seriously: "I will not be able to win you by wisdom, but strength can." ”
Weekend glared at Chekov and said, "If you still dare to carry me into a fast food restaurant, I swear I'll shoot you!" ”
"As your partner, I agree to listen to you in any case handling process, and I will no longer act recklessly in our own jurisdiction, but you have to give up something to let me call the shots, don't you say? Or, in a fight, whoever wins will have the final say? ”
"I hate pizza!" Weekend sighed and said. (To be continued......)
PS: I really don't know how to divide the volume in VIP.,Just don't get it.,The title of this volume is "The Day Without a Big Case", this volume describes: On a day when there is no big case, I just want to fall in love on the weekend, conquer a big ocean, and figure out whether the skin of the rice girl is rough or delicate, but everything is not as simple as he thought.