Chapter 120 Identification of Suspicious Vehicle
The LAPD is a bit strict about police equipment.

The rifles used and the corresponding tactical accessories and magazines need to be registered to ensure the compliance and safety of the equipment.

When Si Luo took out an accessory, York would register one, although it was all at his own expense.

Before long, Yorks got what he wanted.

A complete set of tactical accessories for the M4A1 carbine.

Whether it is a sight or a handguard, all kinds of tactical accessories are basically available. Except for the lack of the M203-40mm grenade launcher, York has improved almost all aspects that can be improved, and the relevant accessories are basically fully equipped.

This made him feel a lot more relaxed after registering.

His fear came from insufficient firepower. Now that he had a fully loaded magazine with 30 rounds of 5.56mm bullets, this fear was instantly cured.

In a gunfight, absolute fire suppression is a good thing.

"Let's go, Si Luo."

After taking everything he needed, Yorks turned around and left. When Si Luo was getting ready, he seemed a little too excited, as if he was going to a war himself.

Damn it, it wasn't like he wanted to do anything, he just wanted some security or peace of mind during his last night shift.

If something really happened, the firepower would not be suppressed.

"Yorks, I wish you a safe journey." Si Luo's voice sounded behind him.

York didn't look back, but just raised his hand and waved.

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Return to the internal parking lot.

York placed the assembled M4A1 and shotgun together on the front seat, and his sense of security increased by at least twice as much as before.

"If we add a magazine, that should be enough." York took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling, then he pushed the lever and stepped on the accelerator to drive towards the entrance and exit.

"Just hope everything goes well tonight."

To sum up, human intuition is always inexplicable, and sometimes we can feel that something will happen today.

Because all the information is integrated together and constantly absorbed by the brain, which creates a feeling.

Because of his rebirth, York now believes in metaphysics, so he also trusts his intuition.

Just like the famous Murphy's Law, in Tifa's words, the more you fear something might happen, the more likely it is to happen.

He was not afraid, but today he felt as if something was waiting for him tonight.

Therefore, taking precautionary measures is his choice.

"10-L-11, calling dispatch, start patrol, please dispatch."

A female voice that was unique to the dispatch center rang out from the car: "Got it!"

Yorks expression remained calm as he turned the steering wheel and drove out of the entrance, but a slight reaction to the voice appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He was very familiar with this voice.

When I was working the day shift with Gino, this was the sound all the time.

"I didn't expect you to be on the night shift, buddy." Yorks looked out the front window, lightly lifted the accelerator and steadily stepped over the speed bump, heading towards the driveway outside the police station. Yorks turned the steering wheel to the right, and the Explorer patrol car steadily inserted itself into the traffic flow.

As always, he drove towards Jetta's Coffee Shop.

For him, coffee is not a necessity, nor is it something that must be drunk, but rather a journey to slowly experience the world.

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York listened to the constant notifications along the way, occasionally switching channels and chatting with his colleagues who were patrolling nearby on the walkie-talkie, talking about daily life.

They are basically the kind of complaints you would expect from a free country, like life is tiring, there are too many things to do at home, the children are rebellious, etc.

Especially for Ante, who is still patrolling nearby, his son has just gone to college, and the family's expenses have become higher, so they need to reduce spending in other areas.

Of course, he was always used to being a listener.

"I think you can smoke less, starting from here." York controlled the steering wheel with one hand and said calmly while holding the walkie-talkie with his left hand.

Veteran patrolmen like Ante and Marcos seem to smoke to relax because their patrol jobs are very stressful. After a while, they smoke more and more. Once the pressure gets too great, they smoke at least half a pack a day.

In fact, this applies everywhere, as his grandfather Michael Sheffield said.

People who say they don't have bad habits are not trustworthy, because only bad habits can prevent rational people from falling into the dark abyss. If a person who does hard work doesn't have bad habits to release stress, he might just take an AR15 rifle and go to the streets shooting.

York agreed with this statement.

At first, he also smoked, which was a habit brought over from his previous life, but he felt that it would affect his body, his strength, and the progress of his skills, so he quit and used target shooting as a way to relieve stress.

He vowed to be a little superman.
Ante's voice came over the intercom: "I can only say I'll try my best."

Yorks held the intercom and said, "It seems like there's no hope, so this kind of life will continue, right?"

Ante's laughter rang out in the car: "I won't say any more, you guy. I'm going to deal with those damn drunks before they ruin other people's lives."

"Good luck to you, Ant." York said, his pupils reflecting the real scene of the city under the night sky.

Amid the neon lights along the way, the Explorer patrol police car became more eye-catching than the rest of the cars.

The distance to Jetta Coffee Shop gradually approached, and the number of passers-by on the street was obviously more than that during the day.

The nightlife begins.

York turned the steering wheel, turned into the left lane, and continued driving towards Jetta Coffee Shop.

Unfortunately, just as we drove into the lane facing Jetta Coffee Shop, we received a task sent from the dispatch center.

"10-L-11, Code 2 (routine incident, no lights or sirens required) The caller reported a suspicious vehicle parked at the intersection of Ermo and Deed Streets. If backup is needed, multiple patrol units are nearby."

Hearing this familiar female voice, Yorks could only pick up the intercom: "10-L-11, received, heading to investigate and confirm the suspicious vehicle."

After saying that, he put down the walkie-talkie, and when passing by Jetta Coffee Shop, Yorks slowed down and looked out the window.

It can be seen that everything is fine in the store and business is even better than last night. Rem is inside, holding a tray in both hands and walking towards a customer step by step.

In the deep corner of the floor-to-ceiling window, Lucy was sitting there, looking at the window as if waiting for something.

York sighed and looked at her eyes widening with a very obvious expression when she saw the police car appear. He stretched out his hand to Lucy, waved and smiled at her dazed expression, and then drove away from the area facing Jetta's Coffee Shop.

(End of this chapter)