Chapter 3 Arrival
Listening to Taribo's screaming voice, York's mind emerged with a cute little girl who always called him Uncle York.

"That's all."

York listened to the gunshots coming from the phone, hung up the call, and took out a phone number and dialed it.

While dialing, he had already walked towards the tactical belt on the table in front.

"Hey?"

By the time the call was connected, York had already picked up the tactical belt with one hand and tied it around his waist.

"Olha, I have to go to work."

Olha, with the rank of Second Class Superintendent, is the duty commander of their patrol department, literally the boss of the patrol department in the entire area.

Here we have to talk about the organizational structure of the Los Angeles Police Department.

The Los Angeles Police Department has 21 districts, which are divided into four precincts, or command areas, based on geographical locations.

Central Branch, Southern Branch, Valley Branch, Western Branch.

Under the four command areas are 21 districts.

The area where he is located is the 10th Police Station in the West Canyon District.

The West Canyon area is relatively close to Los Angeles' most famous super-rich areas, Hollywood and Beverly Hills, so the security is generally very strict.

But obviously, the crime rate in this parallel world, which is exactly the same as the previous life, is incredibly high.

Olha was a middle-aged man with dark skin and a few stubborn hairs on his head. He was standing in the office, frowning and saying:

"You knew already?"

"Well, Taribo just called me and said that the suspect's firepower was a bit fierce and he could hardly bear it anymore." Yorks said calmly, but his words were extremely clear.

He buckled his tactical belt.

"The location of the gunfight is very close to me. My speed should be faster than the supporters."

Hearing this, Olha sighed and put the documents in his hand on the table.

"Approved. Your administrative leave ended yesterday. Please remember to submit your leave request for this morning."

At this point, Olha warned: "This happened suddenly, Yorks, I will only allow it this time, you must do it next time."

Before he could finish his words, the hang-up notification tone interrupted Olha's unfinished words.

"This guy is still as annoying as ever." Olha thought helplessly while looking at his phone.

"But his father is the chief of the Los Angeles Police Department."
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Yorks didn't know about Olha's complaints, but even if he knew, he wouldn't take it seriously, because he is also a veteran, firmly rooted in the patrol department of the West Canyon District for almost two years.

Therefore, even if his father was not the current chief and commissioner of the Los Angeles Police Department, his relationship with Olha would have made Olha make concessions.

It’s just because Olha is a protective person, and the last thing he wants is for his men to get hurt.

"But I won't be on administrative leave again this time, right?" York briefly checked the single-action revolver and Beretta 92Fs pistol in his tactical belt.

They are all his personal service pistols, except for the Beretta 92Fs, which is the same as the one he keeps in the police station.

The two have slightly different meanings.

Sidearm: refers to the firearms carried by military police/other law enforcement personnel. It can be a self-purchased firearm for work purposes, or a firearm issued by the unit where they work.

Service gun: refers to the firearms issued by the military police/other law enforcement agencies and security departments to personnel who are qualified to carry weapons. The ownership of the firearms belongs to the unit, and the person carrying the firearms only has the right to use it, so he had already handed it in after his administrative leave.

Originally, the Beretta 92f was once the standard firearm of the Los Angeles Police Department.

After his father took office, firearms have been improved a lot. After graduating from the academy and passing the probation period, police officers can choose to buy weapons as sidearms to carry and use. The models include Beretta, S&W, Glock and other pistols.

When he joined the police station, he chose the Beretta 92fs, not for any reason, just because he thought it looked good.

Now his situation is that the revolver takes the initiative, and then the Beretta 92fs supplements the firepower depending on the situation.

York looked back at the shooting range, then picked up the car keys on the table and walked out of the house.

Outside the house is a large open space with low houses standing on both sides, only a few meters apart. Looking out from these low houses, you can see bustling buildings on the horizon.

This was the place he chose for his shooting club. At least it met the requirement of being far away from residents and residential areas.

Of course, this large piece of land also cost a lot of money. It can be said that after the successful establishment of this small private shooting club, he owed his grandfather a lot of money.

Yes, he is a miserable debtor. He has worked in the Los Angeles Police Department for almost two years and still hasn't paid off his debts.

After all, the patrolman’s annual salary is only about 100,000 US dollars before tax, except for some better benefits.

Yorks strode straight toward a muscle car parked in a vacant lot.

F150 Ford Raptor is a pickup muscle car that is extremely common on the streets or farms of the Free Country.

It is more suitable for his big body of 187cm, and he doesn't feel suffocated when sitting.

boom!
After Yorks closed the car door, he pressed the start button, and the Ford Raptor under his butt suddenly roared, strong and powerful.

But when the car body was shaking, and the coffee placed on the slot was vibrating at the same time, Yorks stepped on the accelerator and pressed it to the bottom.

boom!
There was a loud roar, and the tires left a trail of marks. Riding on the dust, the Ford Raptor shot forward like an arrow.
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31 Bogli Street.

The sound of gunfire echoed throughout the area.

A fierce gun battle was taking place on a street lined with villas with their own yards on both sides.

All the residents fled in panic or hid in their homes, not daring to show their heads.

There were already two police cars parked in front of the street, painted in black and white with the police station logo and red and blue lights on them.

Bang bang bang!
Taribo was hiding behind a two-seater police patrol car, and sparks kept bursting from the car body above his head.

This was caused by bullets hitting the police car. Under such fierce firepower, Taribo didn't dare to show his head at all.

At his feet were three injured police officers, bleeding and looking weak.

"Chet!" Taribo cursed inwardly. Before he came to support, he had never expected it to be to this extent.

I couldn't help but glance at the single-person patrol car in front of me, which was a full 40 meters away.

That was the police car he drove when he came for support. If he could move over there, there would be more space to maneuver, but it was impossible.

Bang bang bang!
The gunshots continued, which meant that the suspect, who was only about thirty meters away, was staring at him.

Taribo sat on the ground with his back against the car body, looking at his colleague who was lying on the ground with a confused look on his face. He licked his lips which were dry due to nervousness and looked back.

Through the rearview mirror of a nearby police car, he saw that the suspect was holding a 300BLK-Honey Badger and was walking towards him while shooting.

The suspect even had a rifle that looked like a HK416 automatic rifle on him.

The firepower was quite fierce, and he didn't dare to stick his head out to fight back. After all, he was afraid of death, especially after his daughter was born, he was even more afraid of death. He had been lazy all this time, issuing tickets, drinking coffee on the roadside and so on.

He didn't want to lose his life for a job.

(End of this chapter)