Chapter 42 Ticket
"This"

Jino subconsciously looked at the rearview mirror, and saw the silent Aleister reflected in the mirror. He said in confusion:

"You mean he did it on purpose?"

York said calmly: "You said it, I didn't say it."

Kino was really confused, because he really didn't expect that someone would choose to go to jail for such a thing.

Perhaps sensing Kino's strangeness, York smiled gently and said, "Sometimes life is just so cruel. For some people, being in prison is really better than being outside."

Kino was silent.

Yorks was too lazy to care what he was thinking. He just looked at the street scenes flashing by outside the car window, and the passers-by chatting and laughing and enjoying life on the street, and silently took a sip of coffee.
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After taking Aleister back to the police station for registration, Yorks and Kino left all the follow-up matters to the people on duty and returned to the car.

The feeling that this case gave York was not that he had to curse this fucked-up society, but that it was a pity that there was no reward mechanism to trigger the system.

"I don't know when I can accumulate some usable attribute points."

York was disappointed and continued to sit in the passenger seat. He glanced at Kino who was still immersed in the case, shook his head, and picked up the walkie-talkie.

"10-A-11, resume patrol."

"Roger that!"

The sound coming from the radio is still as crisp as before, making people unconsciously refreshed.

What York can be sure of is that the people working at the West Canyon Police Dispatch Center are definitely carefully selected talents by the police department.

"What? Could it be that when you were registering, that guy, who had called someone over, had a chat with you?"

"His name is Aleister." Jino nodded, fastened the safety button and started the car.

"He told me that he did it on purpose because he didn't want to burden his mother and brother."

York shrugged, he was used to it, he had been a street patrolman for two years and had seen everything, if he had to keep even this kind of thing in his heart, he would have been depressed long ago.

The right thing to do is to take care of yourself first, then think about other things, and focus on the relationships around you, rather than worrying about things that may happen and investing unnecessary emotions in a stranger.

Yorks reached out and slapped Kino hard on the back.

With a snap! Gino immediately took a breath, and quickly reached out to touch his burning back to relieve the pain. Then he looked at York who had withdrawn his hand, and gave him a look of anger and "Why did you hit me?"

York looked nonchalant.

"Let me ask you a question. Do you have any relationship with the young man named Aleister? Has he asked you for help? Or do you know him?"

Jinuo immediately understood and sighed, "None."

"Since there is nothing." York rubbed his eyes.

"What other people are like has nothing to do with you. Remember that you are the defender of the law, not the defender of a single stranger."

"York, you are so cold-blooded! Even colder-blooded than a poisonous snake!" Kino complained, pushing the lever and stepping on the accelerator to turn the steering wheel.

"I have finally seen it!"

Yorks was not shocked: "Thank you for the compliment! Drive carefully."

"My driving skills are very good!" "Oh, it seems that you don't know the road. Turn ahead. Let me show you the way and give you a ticket to change your mood.
Oh! You are lucky, see someone running a red light over there? Go, give him a ticket and increase the income for our West Canyon Police Department."

Maybe this is what the life of a patrolman is like. Under York's command, Kino, feeling depressed, turned on the siren and forced the unlucky guy who ran a red light to stop on the road.

The car that ran the red light was a Toyota Camry, which is one of the most popular sedans in California, even ranking in the top five.

The fact that Toyota Camry can make it into the top five in the hands of very practical and free Chinese people with simple car selection purposes is enough to show how common this type of car is on the streets.

"Before I write you a ticket, let me teach you something very important."

Yorks took Kino out of the car and spoke calmly to the Toyota Camry that was forced to stop on the side of the street in front of them.

"What?" Kino was ready to take out his ticket book.

"First, sneakily touch the rear taillight of the car and touch its trunk."

York said in a low voice, taking a step forward and touching the rear taillight of the Toyota Camry under Gino's gaze. He pulled the trunk tentatively while retracting it, and then signaled to Gino.

Kino remembered York's words and actions and prepared to ask him later, so he walked to the door of the Toyota Camry with the notebook in hand.

The driver sitting in the driver's seat was a middle-aged man with a smooth, reflective head. He was wearing a gray short-sleeved shirt that revealed his bulging arms. He had a good figure.

"Good morning, sir. Do you know that you ran a red light when you turned at the intersection just now?" Kino observed York's position and found that he was standing next to them and secretly observing the Toyota Camry.

"Oh, sorry, officer." The driver seemed a little flustered and apologized first:

"I really wasn't paying attention just now."

Kino first took out his police badge to identify himself. It was a piece of metal with the Los Angeles Police Department logo and marks indicating his identity and position.

"I can understand that you might be in a hurry to get on your way, but running a red light is a very dangerous behavior. It not only endangers your own life, but also brings risks to other traffic participants." Kino said what the driver did specifically as he learned in the police academy.

"Alas." The driver sighed and subconsciously looked at York, who was standing one step behind Gino. He was very cooperative:
"Sorry, officer, I'll be more careful next time."

The police officer standing behind felt so oppressive that he didn't even dare to say a word of rebuttal, for fear of having his magazine emptied.

"You will need to pay a fine for this violation under our state's traffic laws and please produce your driver's license and vehicle registration."

Kino said seriously that people who didn't know him would think he had been a patrolman for many years and was very familiar with Mandarin.

York, who was standing at the back alertly, his hand on the Colt M1873 holster at his waist, couldn't help but smile.

"Okay, officer, please wait a moment." The sturdy driver found the car's registration card in the middle slot and handed it to Kino who was standing outside the car window, then he took out his driver's license card from his wallet.

Normally, one of the things that citizens of the free United States can use to prove their identity is a driver's license.

After taking them one by one, Kino spread out the registration card and driver's license on the ticket book, then picked up the walkie-talkie worn on his chest and said.

"10-A-11, calling dispatch."

"copy (I heard it)"

"Please check whether the citizen's driver's license matches the vehicle." Kino reported the information of the driver's license and vehicle registration card.

"Roger that!"

(End of this chapter)