Chapter 39 The Third Police Incident (Please Read)

It’s still the same street where I buy coffee, and it’s still the same coffee shop called Jetta Coffee.

A Chevrolet Capric parked in front made passers-by feel at ease.

Yorks rested his hands behind his head, and looked through the car window at Rem who was carefully placing coffee and related snacks in front of a customer in the coffee shop, and smiled slightly.

Although the salary was not too high because the work was simple, the salary that Germain gave to Rem was enough for him to support his children and also have some living expenses.

Thinking of Rem's methodical movements yesterday, Yorks shifted his gaze with confidence. Kino, who had just bought coffee and outsourced it, had walked out of the door and was interacting with Rem.

"Here, your mocha. Cream is already in it for you."

Gino sat back in the driver's seat and handed over one of the cups.

Yorks tore his gaze away from the coffee shop, taking the type of coffee he usually drinks and glancing at the coffee in Gino's hand.

"Don't you usually drink coffee?"

While tidying up, Jinuo replied, "I'm going to give it a try today. I want to know why you drink every day."

York just smiled and said nothing, then picked up the coffee cup and took a sip.

I have to say that after being reborn in this parallel world, after getting used to drinking coffee, I always get used to having a cup.

After drinking too much, this mocha with cream tastes quite good. The smoothness and mellowness of the cream neutralizes the bitterness of the coffee, forming a silky and rich taste. At the same time, the sweetness of the cream and the aroma of the coffee complement each other, bringing enjoyment to the taste buds.

“The owner of this coffee shop is a nice guy.”

I wanted to savor the taste of it carefully, but Kino suddenly blurted out these words.

"Why do you say that?" York narrowed his eyes slightly out of habit.

"Did you see the man outside getting the coffee?" Kino gestured toward the car window.

"The clerk."

Yorks looked back out the window, at Rem, who was doing very well.

"Ah."

"There seems to be something wrong with him." Kino sighed as he recalled.

"How should I put it? He seems quite simple-minded. He doesn't seem to be very smart. He has to wait for the boss' instructions before doing anything. Generally speaking, shop assistants who are careless and just wait around will basically be fired."

Listening to Kino's complaints, York looked at Rem, who was meticulous and just obeying a certain action, and said calmly:

"Rem did a good enough job. What you thought was mediocre was actually the result of his hard work."

Jinuo was stunned for a moment: "Do you know him?"

York didn't answer, just watched.

Jino was a little embarrassed: "You know, I don't have a problem with him."

York still didn't respond, just put one hand on the side of the car and watched.

Just when Kino was about to explain, there was a sudden noise on the radio.

"10-Adam (two-man patrol unit)-11, Code 2 (routine incident, no need to use lights or sirens), 357 Alva Street, unknown incident, male, the caller's voice sounds strange, initial suspicion of a hijacking or other emergency."

Jino blinked, but didn't react.

Yorks has picked up the intercom: "10-A-11, received, going to investigate."

Putting down the intercom, York looked at Jino and said, "Move out, OK?"

"Oh, okay." Kino quickly fastened his seat belt and started the police car in a hurry. It was already his second day at work, but he still couldn't get used to this kind of sudden notification.

But he drove steadily, and the Chevrolet Capric slowly moved forward and left the parking space on the street.

York took one last look at the coffee shop, then looked away and continued drinking his coffee with a nonchalant look on his face.
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357 Alva Street.

As an old patrolman who has been working for almost two years, York knows what the situation is like in this neighborhood.

To put it nicely, it is a normal scenery in the corner of the city. To put it bluntly, it is the area where the lower class lives, so most of the people living in this area are the poor in this city.

They are not the kind of people who will starve to death or become homeless, but the kind of people who are not starving to death but do not have much money and can barely maintain a standard of living.

When Kino drove in, he felt that the atmosphere here was a bit depressing, and he couldn't help but glance at York in the passenger seat.

“I didn’t know there was a place like this in Los Angeles?”

York glanced at him and said nothing. It would be a waste of time to talk too much to such a rich guy. He still didn't understand why this guy wanted to be a patrolman.

After all, he had a purpose, and Kino, how should I put it, had no benefit at all.

"Right side of the intersection."

After Gino responded, Yorks said calmly: "If you want to be a good policeman, you must always know where you are at the moment and know every place in Los Angeles, so that you will not miss the best time."

Kino nodded obediently, not daring to respond. He just turned the steering wheel and turned to the right.

"It's the building in front. Stop behind that man." Yorks let Kino go for the time being and reminded a man who was working in front of a two-story low building with no front yard.

The man's clothes were covered in dust and he was wearing a hat, apparently he was a worker doing decoration work or construction-related work.

"Okay." Keno drove slowly over and finally stopped on the side of the street. The Chevrolet Capric stopped right behind the man.

The man stopped working and looked over with surprise.

Under the gaze of this man who was suspected to be a construction worker, York calmly got out of the car, followed by Kino.

"Brother, did you call the police?" York asked, looking at the low building in front of the construction worker, his right hand naturally resting on the belt on the side of his waist.

As long as his hand is next to the holster, York is confident that he can deal with various emergencies, as long as he does not encounter people of the same level as him, but it seems that there should be no such people in this neighborhood.

"No." The builder shook his head.

York then looked at the low building in front of him and continued to ask: "This is No. 357, right?"

The builder obediently replied, "Yes, officer, what happened?"

Yorks did not answer, but habitually glanced at the surrounding layout.

The low building is four or five meters away from the buildings on both sides, and the alleys on both sides connect to the streets behind.

The atmosphere was calm, and even the construction workers working in front of them did not show any abnormalities, especially the doors of the low-rise building in front of them were open.

The situation reported on the radio station flashed through his mind, and Yorks had confirmed that there was basically no hijacking here.

Otherwise it wouldn't be like this. As for whether the hijacker would pretend to be a construction worker, he wouldn't have thought so outrageously.

Apart from the murder cases that had already been resolved and other special cases, most of the police reports he received were simple and straightforward.
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