Chapter 172 State Trooper Julian

The town of Colmar.

When York and his team arrived at this rather small town with only a few dozen houses, the locals had already gone to bed, but a police car was already parked on the road.

Under the light of the street lamps, the police car, and the RV itself, you can see that a state trooper is standing in front of the car waiting.

And it was because of seeing the police car and the police that Lillian, Caroline, and even Irina couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

No matter where you are, the police are indeed an important role for people to seek help. Under extreme conditions, the familiar uniforms are placed in front of them, and people naturally become dependent on them.

But everyone became nervous again after hearing York's calm words.

"We can't relax yet." York said calmly: "No one can guarantee whether this state police officer is real."

Lillian opened her eyes wide. "Could it be that the freaks are playing the role? Wait, could this town be the real hideout of the freaks?"

These words made Yorks laugh. He shook his head and said, "What kind of movie did you watch? I know this town. I can prevent this situation."

As he spoke, Yorks looked at the approaching state police and stopped the RV. At this time, the RV's tires had reached their limit and could only drive another ten kilometers at most.

This short distance can't play much of a role in pursuit.

"Same old, you guys wait in the car until I confirm the identity of this state police officer." Yorks said, and after seeing everyone nod obediently, he unbuckled his seat belts.

"Be careful." Irina said.

"I will." Seeing her like this, York smiled and said, "I am always very cautious. It can be said that it has become an instinct."

This is true. No matter where he is, he instinctively pays attention to all situations. This has become an instinct when he became a patrolman.

York said confidently that if there was any abnormal situation, the enemy would not be able to imagine how fast his counterattack would be.

Under the gaze of everyone, York opened the door and got out of the car, with his right hand against his waist, he walked towards the oncoming state police.

"Are you the one who called the police?" However, when the state police saw him get out of the car, he suddenly stopped where he was, put his right hand directly to his waist, and looked alert.

Seeing this, Yorks already knew that this state trooper was probably the state trooper who received the police report, and not some murderer like in the movie.

"It was me. It was my fiancée Irina who called the police."

Julian frowned and instinctively looked towards the RV, still with a look of disbelief. He was actually a local here and knew all the strange things that happened in that forest.

Not to mention this point, the most important thing is that the man in front of him gave him a very strong sense of crisis, as if his life was entirely under the control of the other party. This illusion was even stronger than the sense of crisis.

Which normal person would have such momentum? Yuli Anxin looked at York who was standing still, muttering in his heart, and took a step back vigilantly.

York saw the state trooper's distrust and sighed as he took his right hand off his waist.

"Actually, we have the same identity. My name is York, and I'm a patrol officer with the Los Angeles Police Department."

After hearing this, Julian became even more unconvinced. He even took a step back and took out his gun.

Can an ordinary patrolman have such momentum?
Seeing this state police officer so cautious and timid, York was speechless. He seemed to see his former partner Tataribo, and then he said calmly:
"I have my ID in my pocket. If you want me to take it out and check it for you?"

Julian frowned and stared at York: "Throw it over here."

York nodded, took out his wallet from his trouser pocket and threw it at Julian.

In addition to the driver's license, the wallet also has his ID, which is a must-have item when going out. Mainly because this parallel world is a free country, unlike the China in the previous life, you can go around with just a mobile phone and a charger, and most payments here are made in cash.

Julian looked at York warily, bent down to pick up the wallet on the ground and took a look.

There was not only a driver's license in it, but also the ID the other party mentioned, and the names were all aligned, the same as the name the man said.

Seeing this, Julian relaxed a little, but not completely. Instead, he followed the information on the ID, picked up the walkie-talkie on his chest, and notified the dispatch center.

"Calling dispatch, verifying the identity, York Sheffield, Los Angeles Police Department, ID number xxxxxx."

"Roger that!"

Julian stared at York, being fully alert for the other party's fear that he would go berserk after the truth was exposed. Fortunately, the man still looked calm, which made him feel that what the man said was right.

The subsequent feedback from the dispatch center made him relax his tense body and put his gun back into the holster.

"There is no problem with the identity. After verification, he is a senior patrol officer of the West Canyon Police Station of the Los Angeles Police Department."

Julian let out a breath, holding his ID card and walked towards York, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Sorry, I misunderstood you." He handed over the wallet and apologized.

"It's okay." Yorks took the wallet. In fact, this indirectly let him know that this state policeman was a real state policeman, not some murderer in disguise.

"I'm also a police officer and I know why you did this."

Julian smiled, then frowned and got straight to business: "So you were really attacked?"

York nodded: "I rescued a survivor who was being chased by them. You will know when you ask her later."

Julian took a deep breath and said, "Okay."

……

So York turned around and started to call the people in the car to get out. Finally, under the guidance of Julian, they all gathered in a small restaurant that seemed to be a place to receive tourists.

According to Julian, this restaurant is actually his second uncle's home.

This indirectly proved that York's previous guess was correct.

Some state troopers actually started out as small town sheriffs.

Especially local state troopers like Julian.

The section of highway he is responsible for is the one centered on this small town.

"So what exactly happened?" Julian looked at Caroline and asked.

Caroline instinctively looked at York, which made Julian feel her dependence on York. He could see that in the mind of this seemingly uneasy survivor, York was probably a life-saving benefactor who came from heaven.

York nodded and smiled encouragingly.

In fact, in order to call for support, Julian needed to know what happened. It was impossible for him to call for support without knowing anything.

Caroline took a deep breath and began to narrate...

(End of this chapter)