The next day, Ethan woke up early from his bed.

The effect of the physique improvement potion was very obvious, and he hadn't tried to feel refreshed after waking up from a good night's sleep.

Seeing that there was still plenty of time, he changed his shoes and jogged along Route 6.

After the morning exercise, I took a shower, changed into decent clothes, and tidied up my hair.

Drive to the parking lot next to the police station and park it, then stop at Myers' Restaurant and order pancakes and coffee.

After a quick breakfast, Ethan walked into the police station.

Greeted Alma, who was sitting at the front desk, who handed him a heavy duty bag.

Ethan took the duty bag, which contained the police clothes issued by the police department, and now that the others had not come to work, he twisted the bag and walked to the locker room.

Stepping on hard black combat boots and wearing a dark blue town police uniform, Ethan stroked the folds of his clothes in the mirror, and after putting on the police uniform, the whole person looked much more energetic.

At this moment, hearing someone outside shouting to him, Ethan hurriedly stuffed the changed clothes into his service bag and walked outside with the bag.

The Banshee Town Police Station was all in place, and Brock saw that Ethan had changed into his uniform, nodded in satisfaction, and reached out to introduce the two officers next to him.

"Officer Emmett Jans."

"Officer Siobhan Kelly."

Looking at the tall black man with an inch head in front of him, Ethan reached out and shook it, "Hello, I'm Ethan Morgan." ”

Emmett smiled and shook his hand, "Call me Emmett, welcome to the Banshee Town Police Station." ”

Turning sideways, Ethan also shook Siobhan's hand with the thick pigtails and said hello.

The few men got acquainted with each other, and after a brief oath, Brock wore the pentagonal town police badge and the police nameplate on Ethan's chest.

Only the Sheriff has a separate office at the Banshee Town Police Department, and the other officers work in the lobby.

After Ethan stuffed his bag under his desk, Brock led Ethan to collect the police equipment.

The two of them went to the equipment room, and Brock found a soft body armor for him to put on.

Ethan had no choice but to take off his shirt, put on the body armor, take a duty belt and buckle it to his waist, and then put the police radio, anti-robbery holsters, handcuff bags, key bags, spare magazine bags, pepper spray, tourniquets, batons and tasers into separate categories.

He chose a retractable baton for ease of movement.

As for the tasers, they are just pretended to be on the body, and whoever likes to use them will use them.

In his opinion, that thing is purely chicken ribs, not to mention the shooting distance, the effect is still poor, how many old blacks are still alive after being shocked.

If you really encounter those who resist law enforcement, you can just wait for them with empty bullets.

Now they are not equipped with law enforcement cameras, and they have a high degree of discretion when enforcing the law.

When it comes to personal firearms, there are only three options in the police department.

Smith Wiesson's .38 revolver, which had too little ammunition and was not powerful enough.

After hesitating for a while between the M1911 and the Glock 17, he decisively picked up the Glock 17. The performance is more reliable, and the 17 rounds loaded with the double-row magazine also give him an inexplicable sense of security.

After registering the gun number, Brock asked him to load a magazine and led him to a small shooting practice range next to the equipment room.

Generally speaking, American police officers will often do firearm shooting practice if they have the opportunity.

After all, as a law enforcement officer, whether you are on duty or resting at home, you need to use firearms to stop crime or protect yourself.

You can do without, but you can't.

"Come on, let me see how good you are?" Brock gave Ethan a demonstration and looked at him.

Not counting the original owner's training at the police academy, this is Ethan's first time shooting with a real gun, but he is not false at all.

Steadily walk to the shooting position, press down on the handle of the gun with your right hand, and then lean forward, and easily pull the gun out of the anti-robbery holster.

Standing in a standard shooting stance, and after taking aim for a while, Ethan pulled the trigger again and again at the target paper fifteen meters away.

"Bang ......"

Only after the magazine was empty did Ethan put down his pistol.

After his physique improved, he felt that his strength had increased a lot, and the slight recoil of Glock 17 was negligible.

Ethan even felt that even if he was given a desert eagle, he would be able to control it easily.

Coupled with the blessing of the pistol mastery skill, the center of the target paper not far away was basically broken.

"Good marksmanship, it seems that you have trained well before."

Brock clasped his hands on his chest and nodded in satisfaction, his own business ability passed, which was a good thing.

"When we are on patrol, in addition to the guns on our bodies, we can also choose to put a shotgun or M4A1 in the car as a firepower supplement."

"You will patrol with me in the next three days, you don't need to equip it for the time being, and I will take you to become proficient when the time comes."

"Go get the bullets loaded, I'll wait outside."

After speaking, Brock left.

Ethan picked up a shell, put it under his nose and took a breath, laughing happily at the dense drop points on the target paper.

I don't know what kind of level the pistol skill will be if I upgrade it by one level.

Back in the equipment room, take out the empty magazine, fill it with 9mm empty tip rounds, and then load it and insert it back into the holster.

Filling the two spare magazines and putting them in his duty belt, he sorted out his clothes with satisfaction and walked away quickly.

Emmett and Siobhan had gone out on patrol and arrived in the parking lot, where Brock was already waiting for him in a Victoria Crown.

After Ethan's pull the door and get in the passenger seat, he starts the police car and leaves the parking lot.

"I'll take you around the suburbs, where there's an aboriginal casino."

Brock continued, "The Chino tribe is right next to our town, and every month the Indians receive government subsidies and go to Banshee Town to consume, drink, and occasionally have conflicts, and we often have disputes over jurisdiction. ”

As the vehicle moves, Brock gives a briefing on the town from time to time.

Passing through an intersection, Ethan looked at the sign "Sarvoyard Gentlemen's Club" on the next parking lot.

"This is where Kay Procott is." Noticing the direction of Ethan's gaze, Brock said solemnly:

"You must be careful of him, the criminal gangs in the neighborhood are all under his control, suspected of extortion, extortion, organizing the sale of causes, murder, making pills, etc."

"Didn't you do anything about it?" Ethan looked at Brock in bewilderment.

"We tried to bring him down, but at critical times, either the witnesses disappeared or the evidence disappeared, and there was no way to convict him."

After a pause, Brock continued, "When the new sheriff arrives, he'll be sure to throw a welcome party, and you'll get to know this guy then." ”

As the traffic light turned green, Brock didn't say anything more and kept driving.

Turning an intersection, an old pickup truck appeared in front of me, driving ricketerily, with a hole in the taillight.