Chapter 162 Alarm
City of Los Angeles.

A group of people, either wearing suits or casual clothes with jackets, walked out of the terminal hall of the international airport.

Its capable temperament attracts the attention of passers-by.

What surprised passers-by even more was that this group of people seemed to have joined up directly with some state police who had been waiting there for a long time, and walked directly out of the airport.

"Tifa, we're at your house."

At the end of the group were two women, none other than Tifa and Zitra.

Tifa nodded in response, feeling a little like returning home. After all, she grew up in Los Angeles, and her family and the people she loved were all in Los Angeles.

She was familiar with every detail of this city. Looking ahead, she saw Supervisor Knell and Marvin already talking to the state police and the local FBI branch.

The Los Angeles Police Department didn't seem to be involved in the interstate case, and she knew why.

This is because state police, county police, and city police have different jurisdictions.

Simply put, city police departments such as the Los Angeles Police Department are responsible for criminal cases and police incidents within the city of Los Angeles.

A county is larger than a city. Nominally, all police affairs within the county are under the jurisdiction of the county police, but in reality it only manages areas within the county without a city and cities without a city police.

By analogy, nominally the entire state's policing is under the jurisdiction of the state police, but in reality the state police are only responsible for areas and cross-county crimes that are not handled by city and county police.

As for the local FBI, they are responsible for interstate and transnational criminal cases. Local criminal cases such as those in Los Angeles have nothing to do with them.

The FBI can only intervene in local crime if the local state police, county police, or city police need assistance from the FBI, which has advanced equipment and investigative methods, because the case is extremely complicated.

The division of labor seems complicated, but in fact, everyone is responsible for their own affairs. So the fact that the state police came here this time means that the criminal's address is exactly the area that neither the county police nor the city police are responsible for.

Thinking of this, Tifa couldn't help but think of York. She remembered that he once complained about this complicated mechanism, and the government probably didn't even know the composition of the police in each state.

Tifa raised the corners of her mouth slightly. After not seeing this man for a few days, she really missed this man more and more. After completing her assistant's task, she must give York a big surprise.
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A camping spot.

The open space in front of the RV.

The firewood in the campfire crackled, and sparks occasionally jumped up, streaking across the night sky, and then quickly disappeared into the darkness.

But the firelight and the RV's own lights illuminated the satisfied and peaceful faces of Full, his girlfriend Jessica, Lillian, and Irina.

It is the end of January now, and the temperature is just right for warming up by the fire. Although the forest is cold, a coat can help ignore the cold, especially now when warming up by the fire, it is so comfortable.

Just like what these people are showing now, they have been staring at the burning fire and have been in a daze for a long time without realizing it.

Seeing the looks of these people, Yorks thought of a word, which was "angry daze".

Seeing the food on top, the beef and some skewers being cooked, York tried to turn them over.

The temperature in the forest was a bit low at night, so grilling was quite difficult, but it didn’t affect the speed.

York's move interrupted everyone's stunned expression.

"I'm so hungry! York." Lillian whispered as she smelled the aroma that had already aroused her hunger.

Today I took a walk around the lake where the snow had just melted, and this time my stomach was giving off alarm bells.

Add to that the barbecue that York is now doing, and the noodles are really tempting.

"Turn it over once more and you can eat it." Looking at Lillian who couldn't wait any longer, York said helplessly, "I told you to eat something first, but you insisted on waiting."

"I won't want to eat anything else if it fills my stomach. I want to eat this first." Lillian said.

York was powerless to refute: "Then you can only wait."

Lillian hummed as a response, looked at the skewers on the fire above, and leaned towards Irina next to her.

Irina smiled and hugged Lillian with a blanket: "The atmosphere is good, tell a few stories, York."

Yorks looked at Full and put the blame directly on his brother who had been hugging his girlfriend Jessica.

"I can't tell it, but Furl can." "Ghost stories?" Furl asked tentatively.

As soon as these words came out, Jessica in his arms, including Lillian, directly refused.

"NO!"

Lillian: "Don't even think about it!"

Jessica nodded in agreement.

Apparently both had been frightened by Foer's ghost stories.

Furr was helpless: "Very good, then I really don't know what to say."

Everyone looked at York, and the pot was thrown back again.

Irina smiled and said, "When you were a patrolman, did you encounter any special police cases or heartwarming things? I've heard Kino talk about some of them. They're good story material."

York glanced at Irina and said, "In the end, your purpose is to hear this."

"Of course." York said calmly, picking out some impressive and heartwarming stories.

"I once met a volunteer who was handing out flyers about traffic safety for free at an intersection without traffic lights. It was said that he would appear at that intersection every Wednesday, rain or shine, handing out flyers to passers-by and drivers.

He persisted for more than ten years.”

Seeing the surprised and puzzled looks of the crowd, York picked up a branch and poked the flaming fire in front of him, saying with a smile:

“I think you are probably wondering why, I was also wondering at the beginning, but I found out the reason from an old colleague.

His wife was hit and killed at that intersection more than a decade ago on Wednesday."

Hearing this, Lillian looked at York depressedly and said, "This is not warm at all! You really can't tell a story!"

Everyone nodded, feeling equally depressed, as if they had just watched a short movie with a not-so-good ending.

Only Irina looked at York and sighed: "I guess this volunteer and his wife once experienced an unforgettable love."

"I think so." York nodded in agreement, looked at the skewers that were already emitting a fragrant aroma, and reached out to pick one up.

“The skewers are cooked!”
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as time flows.

The atmosphere of camping becomes deeper, and after the stomach is filled, the firelight sways in the cold wind, and all that remains is a sense of comfort of peaceful years.

Even York followed them, staring at the fire in a daze, and occasionally picked up his mobile phone to check the time.

"It's already half past ten, don't you really want to rest early? We still have a long journey tomorrow."

Fuer and Jessica looked at each other and said, "It's rare to be so comfortable. We plan to sleep in the tent tonight."

York shrugged and said nothing.

Hearing this, Lillian muttered quietly, "You want to do something bad secretly again, you two, I don't want to get together with you two, you dog couple."

This made Fol and the other man smile bitterly, but Yorks was happy and looked at Irina.

Irina's face was already very rosy from the combination of the fire and the cold wind. She hugged Lillian and said, "What about you?"

Seeing Irina's eyes, Yorks thought of the morning when they hugged each other and said calmly: "I'll sleep in the car."

Irina said, "Then I'll sleep in the car too."

York nodded, but at this moment, a warning ring sounded from the earphone on his left ear.

"Southeast?" He frowned, looked in the direction of the alarm, and stood up.

(End of this chapter)