Chapter 122 Apartment 687

"Ha? Dear Officer York?"

Ante's voice rang out in the car. I don't know why this almost 40-year-old guy seemed to be a bit talkative tonight.

York glanced at the map on the police computer. It was still a long way from Mr. Williams' apartment at 39 East 687th Street in Waltz. He controlled the steering wheel with one hand and picked up the intercom.

"Life got you down, Ante?"

"Haha!" Ant's laughter was still as loud as ever.

"I heard that our respected Officer York just handled a drunk driving case? And the driver was a beautiful lady."

York: "So? You just came out of the police station?"

"Yeah, she just kept scolding you." Angte's voice was full of laughter: "It seems that you made a deep impression on her. I guess she won't forget it for a long time. Yorks, you can date her."

Hearing this, York instinctively thought of the appearance of the woman named Daya. Now that he thought about it carefully, he felt that she was quite pretty, especially her figure. It was actually rare for someone over 1.75 meters tall to have such a large object.

"Date? I'm glad she didn't sue me."

After saying this, Ante laughed even more fiercely: "It seems so. From the look on her face, she looks like she wants to bite you to death!"

York looked out the front window in silence.

It wasn't long before Ante said, "Marcos is leaving, Yorks."

York raised an eyebrow, finally finding out why Ante was so talkative tonight: "Where are you going?"

He didn't think that this departure meant resignation. After all, he had worked for so many years, so he might as well work hard until retirement, where he could get various benefits, which was equivalent to the Los Angeles Police Department guaranteeing his future life.

Yorks appreciated the Los Angeles Police Department for this, because it was the only way for a person to regard the Los Angeles Police Department as an alternative family in the end.

In fact, compared to people like Ante who have been patrolling for at least ten or twenty years, he, who has only been a patrolman for two years, is still a rookie.

However, he had visited the homes of every old patrolman.

Ant's voice was a little low: "I don't know. He said that he started to feel a little powerless recently."

York sighed, thinking of Marcos's size and age. "What about you? What are your plans? Do you want to continue to be a patrolman? I think with your qualifications you should be able to go to other departments."

He had only been doing this for two years, and he increasingly felt that the job of a patrolman was quite boring.

Day after day, they do the same thing, with the same ever-changing police lights and sirens, the same police computers. After patrolling for a long time, the scenery outside the window that was once nice to see has unknowingly become the kind that you get tired of seeing.

He goes back and forth along the same few routes, day after day. It is no exaggeration to say that he knows roughly what will happen on every road here and where the convenience stores are.

This is how he felt after only two years.
You have to know that his two years of patrol career is more exciting than the entire experience of many veteran patrolmen, and people like him are beginning to feel bored.

As for Ante, who has been doing this for almost twenty years, he cannot imagine how the other person feels.

Twenty years and just two years are two different concepts and there is no comparison at all.

"Hey! Man, are you kidding me? There's no way I'm leaving. I love this job so much."

Ant's voice became excited, and he asked his current partner Omer to testify that they were just talking about this matter and that he had just said that he would not leave.

"West Canyon Police Station is my home. In the past 19 years, I have spent half of my time in West Canyon Police Station. No matter what happens to me, no matter how many troubles there are at home, as long as I come to the police station, it has nothing to do with me. I love to dominate the streets."

Yorks had automatically skipped over what Angte said next: "Ang, everyone has different ideas. Angte, you are still young for this position."

Ant's laughter rang out again.

York could hear his mood change, and just looked out the front window at the ever-changing scenery, leaning back in the back seat and smiling with Ante. But the next second, a dull voice sounded: "Guys, have you forgotten? I am also in this private channel?"

This is Marcos' voice.

"You big traitor!" Ante cursed.

"Fuck you!"

Marcos said: "Thank you for your compliment, dear Officer Ante."

York shook his head at this terrible conversation.

Ante: "So! Where are you going?"

After a while, Marcos replied: "Education and Training Department, I want to be an instructor."

York's face was calm, but he also remembered the information from the Education and Training Department.

This department literally means a department responsible for training and educating new police officers to ensure that the police force has the professional knowledge and skills to cope with various complex police work.

It is different from police academies outside. It is mainly aimed at police officers within the police station. People without qualifications cannot take on this job at all, and their superiors will not agree.

However, Marcos' qualifications basically meet the requirements.

"It's a good place, Marcos." York said. For the old patrolman who was beginning to pursue stability and security, this job was indeed perfect.

"Yeah." Marcos smiled. "What about you, York? I'm just trying to find a way out for the old guy who just said that. You're only 27 years old now. You won't follow us old guys and stay where we are, right? I don't think you're that kind of person."

At this moment, there was silence in the car, as if waiting for York's answer.

"Yeah, I'm only 27 years old, of course I have to move up." York smiled, with a flash of emotion in his eyes: "Maybe I will leave this month."

A few dozen seconds later, Angte's voice rang out: "Ang Ang, two big traitors, fuck you!"

York chuckled.

Marcos: "Detective Bureau?"

Yorks held the steering wheel with his right hand and tapped it.

"Ah."

Marcos: "Yes, I think it suits you. We are both rough and stupid people, and we are not good at detective work."

"I'm afraid you don't want to do it." York put down the walkie-talkie, looked at the familiar scene in front of the front window, turned the steering wheel and drove towards the apartment area inside.

"I am busy."

……

This is a large apartment complex managed by one company.

The room and location are also good. There is a street outside the apartment and there are some shops on the street to meet your needs.

The security is neither good nor bad, but the cheap rent means that many people of different qualities flock here. Mr. Williams lives in such a place.

"Apartment 687..."

York remembered the previous address and drove over.

(End of this chapter)