Chapter 5 It’s you again

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"This guy actually dared to patrol alone."

Hearing the number in the report, York glanced at Taribo who was letting out a long breath.

The number in the report is actually the number of the police car, which also contains some information.

The 10 at the beginning of the name represents the West Canyon District where the police car is located, because the code name of the West Canyon District is 10.
The L in the middle stands for Lincoln, which refers to a single-person patrol unit, which means there is only one person in the police car.

The last number 15 refers to the number of the individual and the police car.

These three simple messages can prevent the dispatch center from falling into confusion while letting it know the situation on the scene.

Generally, the focus is not on the identity of the police officer, but on the police car, because the police car has its own positioning, which allows the dispatch center to see it at a glance.

But he was really surprised that such a lazy and cowardly person like Taribo would dare to patrol alone.

As a former partner, Yorks believes he knows Taribo fairly well.

As if he noticed York's gaze, Taribo smiled bitterly.

"During your leave, the bureau has been busy with deployments."

Taribo paused, shrugged and continued as he approached another injured colleague, "Yorks, we may have to bring in a new group of people."

"Oh."

After listening to Taribo's explanation, Yorks patted the shoulder of his colleague who had already roughly handled the matter.

"The bleeding has stopped, don't worry, the ambulance is on its way, you're going to be fine."

The police officer who was the most seriously injured and whose face was frighteningly pale and who seemed about to faint nodded slightly and said weakly.

"Thanks, York."

York smiled slightly, then moved to the third injured police officer, ready to help.

The third policeman was shot in the shoulder, his injury was much lighter than the policeman who was shot in the abdomen just now, and he was in better spirits.

"Trevor, what's wrong with that guy?" York asked while helping to treat the wound.

"Don't mention it. It's so damn unlucky." Trevor leaned against the car body, watching Yorks treating his shoulder injury, and said depressedly.

"Ivo and I were notified by the dispatch center that someone had called the police for domestic violence. When we arrived, the woman inside had been beaten to death. We tried to arrest her, but the damn guy pulled out a .300BLK-Honey Badger from somewhere."

After listening to the whole story, even though York has been in this world for 27 years, he still couldn't help but sigh.

This is the free America that shouts for gun freedom.

This was the main motivation that enabled him to grit his teeth and develop such powerful skills.

As a result, because of becoming stronger and the system settings, people also want to see if there will be any changes after improving their personal attributes, such as immortality or eternal youth.

That's why he was reluctant to leave his patrol job, otherwise he would have become a detective long ago.

"There is no good job that can replace patrol police." York sighed in his heart and continued to deal with it.

But at this moment,
Did beep beep!

The sound of sirens was heard in the distance.

York felt relieved, and started bandaging the wound quickly, then said to Trevor.

"Hey, buddy, the ambulance is here." Compared to the sirens of police cars and fire trucks, the ambulance siren has a high pitch for one second and a low pitch for one second, making a beeping sound. The frequency is very similar to the sound of a person groaning in pain, "ouch, ouch".

So this siren sound is exactly the siren sound made by an emergency ambulance.

Trevor nodded and expressed his gratitude: "Thanks, Yorks. I'll treat you to a meal someday. Let me know if you need any help."

York smiled slightly and did not refuse. Free America does not require any subtlety or modesty, only straightforwardness.

The police officers here all knew that if he hadn't rushed over and shot the suspect dead, they might have really been beaten up by the suspect.

As for Trevor, who was about to be promoted from patrolman to detective, how could he refuse? There was no way he would refuse.

Thinking of this, York remembered those people he had saved who were promoted to detectives or other positions, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

It can be said that these people are his personal resources and connections. After all, favors and life-saving graces are the hardest things to repay. The longer the time, the heavier the debt becomes, and he has not used up any of it yet.

Seeing the emergency ambulance coming, York looked at Taribo who had already treated the wound of his third colleague, and took off his tactical belt with a revolver and a pistol and handed it to him.

"Please keep my equipment first."

Looking at Taribo's eyes that seemed to know but didn't know, York explained: "I was the one who shot the prisoner. When the interrogation is over, you can send my gun back to me as it is."

York shrugged and said, "Because I might have to go on administrative leave again."

Taribo suddenly realized, took the tactical belt handed to him by York, and envy flashed in his eyes.

"Damn it! I envy you, Yorks."

What this old bastard envies the most is paid leave. He can get paid without going to work. This is his dream. Unfortunately, the requirements for paid leave are too high and dangerous, so he can't do it.

"Occasionally, you can muster up the courage to give it a try." Yorks looked at the ambulance that had stopped and a group of medical staff rushed out, and expressed his feelings appropriately.

“It’s pretty cool.”

Taribo secretly raised the international hand sign to express his envy.

Yorks simply replied.

"You again, Yorks. I thought you were on administrative leave?"

The leading medical staff was a very strong man. When he saw York, the corner of his eye twitched slightly.

Since he started working with the West Canyon Police Department, this guy has been absolutely insane, and he's been present in most of his deployments.

Either the suspect was beaten horribly by him or shot by him, but he was squatting there treating the suspect's injuries without any harm, fearing that the suspect would die.

He always felt that York was sick, but he could not find any evidence.

"It ended a long time ago yesterday," Yorks responded. "Don't get me wrong, I just happened to be nearby this time."

These medical staff are actually part of the cooperation with the police station. Some are from the fire department, and some are from cooperating institutions. The important thing is that the cooperating hospitals are generally fixed places, and they are all old acquaintances, so you don’t have to meet them too many times.

"How are the injured?"

Watching the leading medical staff rushing to him, York said calmly: "Sal, I only took general measures to stop the bleeding, and it has stopped."

"Very good." Sal nodded, and rushed over with medical staff carrying stretchers and some medical equipment behind him, dealing with what needed to be done and lifting what needed to be lifted.

For a moment, the entire situation was under the control of this group of medical staff.

(End of this chapter)