Chapter 131 Psychological preparation
A briefing room that had long been cleared out.

"Describe Officer York." Sackley sat in the front and asked the patrolman in front of him who used to be Officer York's partner.

Taribo showed a very serious expression and said in a very sincere tone: "Officer York is one of the best people I know. No, no one is better than him. When he sees garbage on the ground, he will pick it up and throw it into the trash can.

If someone is in trouble, he will help them. When he was in the police academy, everyone was competing and fighting, but he would stay up late to help you study, even if it would make him fail his own exam.

York is such a warm-hearted, helpful person, isn't he?

God, he is so nice, I can't help crying when I think about it, sir, if you don't believe me, you can ask other people, or the bosses of the area he patrols. "

Thackeray nodded, wrote down the relevant words in the notebook in front of him, and then asked: "Is he taking any medicine?"

"Wow! Sir?" Taribo let out a strange cry and shouted at the prosecutor in front of him.

"He's as strong as an ox and as powerful as a pig! Do you think he's taking any drugs?"

The muscles in Sacre's cheeks couldn't help but twitch: "Just answer my questions well."

"OK!" Taribo restrained himself and said seriously, "Sir! No! York is a very healthy person. In my opinion, no one can be healthier than him. The previous physical examination can prove it.

The doctor said that he is the healthiest person he has ever seen, and all his indicators are incredibly good. Doctor Rico Mansour, you can go ask him, or you can ask our duty commander."

Thackeray nodded again. "So, did Officer York say anything about using violence?"

Taribo said, "Sir, York is a very gentle person. This is a recognized fact in the West Canyon Police Department. No matter who you ask, the answer is the same. The word violence seems to have nothing to do with him."

Thackeray was silent for a while, then continued: "Has he experienced anything in his life? You should understand what I mean."

Hearing this, Taribo laughed: "Sir, York is so handsome and rich, what do you think he has experienced? God, I can't imagine how happy his life is."

At this point, Taribo shrugged: "Of course, everyone has experienced something. I don't deny it, but sir, what about you? Have you experienced anything in your life?"

Taribo's rhetorical question left Thackeray speechless, but he continued: "I have not experienced traumatic events, such as the death of a loved one, breakup, interpersonal conflicts, etc. The setbacks and misfortunes experienced in life can greatly change a person's emotions, and they can also be brought into work life."

Taribo smiled and said, "Yorks has not experienced any traumatic events either. He has always been optimistic and enjoys life, as far as I know."

Outside the briefing room.

Several patrolmen who were waiting to be questioned withdrew their gazes from the briefing room and looked at Olha who was silent on the side and asked in a low voice.

"Boss, what did York do again?"

Olha's thoughts were interrupted when he heard the voice. He glanced into the briefing room, then scanned the empty corridor and gave a simple answer.

"One suspect shooting, one person dead, and one ambush shooting, eleven dead."

This sentence sounds simple, but the value contained in it and the smell of blood made these veteran patrol officers look at each other in bewilderment and express their own thoughts from the bottom of their hearts.

"Shit! Yorks really did a great thing."

Olha didn't bother to pay attention to these old patrolmen. He was just thinking about the conversation with Davos this morning. Thinking about what Davos said about York, his breathing became heavier, and a trace of reluctance naturally appeared in his eyes.

"Are you ready to give me an answer, York?" At two o'clock in the afternoon, York arrived at Olha's office after receiving the summons.

"Yes, sir, I'm ready." York, who was wearing casual clothes and looked very handsome and different from his patrol days, smiled.

"Well, since both cases happened in apartment buildings and have a huge impact, the spokesperson will soon give detailed explanations to the media." Olha looked at York, whom he hadn't seen for almost a week, and pushed the phone on the desk towards him.

"You have the right to inform your family before this. Although your family has been frightened more than once before, this will allow them to be mentally prepared when they see the news and know that you are safe now."

Yorks nodded. This step was also part of the process and he could do it or not. In fact, he made these calls many times, but the only person he could call was his father Russell.

When I call Grandpa Michael, all I get is a loud laugh and praise for a good job.

The old man was exaggerating. At that time, he saw that Olha's already dark face became even darker.

So he had ignored the old man, and calling his mother Valerie would only make her feel bad all day and keep thinking about random things.

The best option is to call my father who is currently working in the same workplace as me.

Yorks could imagine showing up in his father's office and having these things reported to him.

"I'll call my father." Yorks glanced at Olha's expression and then entered the corresponding phone number into the phone.

At this moment.

A large office with floor-to-ceiling windows.

Russell was sitting at his desk when he heard his personal cell phone ringing. He hushed to Rupert, the head of the Internal Affairs Department, who was reporting in front of him, and then picked up his personal cell phone.

It was an unknown number, but Russell still saw that it belonged to the West Canyon Police Department area code. With just a quick thought, he knew who the protagonist of the call was.

Pursing his lips, Russell answered the call: "Hello?"

York's voice came: "It's me, father."

Under the gaze of Rupert, the head of the Internal Affairs Department, Russell said calmly, "So? What are you going to say to me?"

"I want you to be prepared for possible news coverage, but most importantly, I want to tell you that I am safe now."

Hearing York's calm tone, Russell looked calm on the surface but felt quite helpless in his heart, as he heard the hidden meaning.

This guy always asks him to clean up his mess and help deal with his family. God knows to what extent York has been tortured by his wife since he decided to work in the police station.

But this kid is his son, so he feels proud and satisfied. The pride he feels from this is at least much higher than that from Bifull, because they work in the same workplace and it feels like he has an heir.

Yorks and Foerster have completely different positioning.

"Okay, I'll be mentally prepared." Russell said helplessly. He was already imagining the atmosphere of the family dinner every Sunday.

(End of this chapter)