Chapter 7 American Iai
"Yorks, administrative leave again?"

"Damn it, I envy you!"

"Another paid vacation? Lucky guy! I bet God really loves you."

"York, come to my house tonight? I've prepared a lot of good things."

He was fine at first, walking out of the West Canyon Police Station in high spirits, but because of a flirtatious old woman in the reception area, Yorks ran away!
Thinking of the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes that couldn't be covered up even with makeup, and his frighteningly red lips, York shuddered, walked to his Fl50 Raptor, opened the door, and got in.

"Hiss! Who would go to your house? If they go there, they will be chased and killed by your husband in the street."

Yorks shook his head violently, shuddered again, and quickly started the car to drive away the thoughts in his mind.

But when he started the car, the center console to which his phone was automatically connected began to ring.

York took control of the steering wheel and drove the car out of the parking lot of the West Canyon Police Station while glancing at the center console.

The caller was Gino, his cousin. They were five generations apart, but the two families had a pretty good relationship. This kid's family was quite wealthy. His father worked on Wall Street and his mother ran a luxury goods design company. More importantly, his sister was very beautiful, a top-level goddess. She was one of his childhood sweethearts and was studying computer science at MIT.

"I don't know what that idiot did to become a policeman. I hope you can help me keep an eye on him."

Thinking of the instructions of Kino's sister Irina, York shook his head. He didn't know why Kino wanted to be a policeman. He could only say that this guy started to pursue spiritual needs because he had no shortage of money.

This spirit and thought are indeed much higher than his.

Click the green position on the center console and Kino's voice will come out.

"Yorks, where have you been? I can't find you."

Yorks said calmly as he drove the car out to the street and merged into the traffic.

"I have something to deal with. Do you know where the gun is?"

Kino seemed stunned for a moment, not expecting that he had gone out, but he also answered.

"I know, what's wrong?"

York glanced at the red light in front of the intersection, and finally stopped half a meter away from the rear of the car in front of him and spoke.

"Very good. When you go back later, lock up your gun and help me close the door."

"Ah?" Kino was confused.

"You really won't come back? I'll practice on my own?"

"No." York replied affirmatively.

"Rookie, don't you know that you need to familiarize yourself with the gun before practicing? Your task today is not to practice shooting, but to familiarize yourself with the pistols I have arranged for you, find the one that feels the best, and then make your choice after you join the company.

Otherwise, when you get the job, you won’t know which pistol to choose as your personal firearm.”

Kino probably thought it made sense, and after an inaudible murmur, he responded.

"Okay, you have a point."

Hearing this, York smiled. This kid must be complaining about him, but in fact it was indeed as he said.

To be honest, the police station's sidearms are all pretty good and have their own advantages, so choosing a pistol that you like and suits you as your sidearm is the best choice. What do you think? Ask.

"Kino, you should start work in five days, right?"

Jinuo replied: "Well, the notice said that we should report to the police station in five days."

At this point, Jinuo said uncertainly: "Will you be my instructor, York?"

Hearing Kino's uneasiness, Yorks remembered the uncle who worked on Wall Street who suddenly came to the West Canyon Police Station to donate money.

"You're joking. Your father donated so much money and spoiled you like a son. With such a big money sponsor, who else can Olha send you to? Even if Olha doesn't give you, the police inspector above him will send you to me." "Hehe." Kino smiled and seemed a little embarrassed.

"That's it for now. I won't say any more." Seeing that the red light was about to end, York was ready to hang up the phone.

"Remember to lock it for me and close the door when you go back."

"Ok!"

Kino's voice rang out, and Yorks hung up the phone. At this time, the red light in front of him had turned green.

As the car in front of him moved slowly, he lightly stepped on the accelerator to catch up.

But suddenly, for some unknown reason, a noisy sound came from the street on the right.

"Get down! Put your hands up! Let me see your hands! Now!"

While moving slowly, York subconsciously lowered the right window and looked over.

As a result, he saw two patrolmen on the street on the right, pointing their pistols at someone with their hands raised, and there were several dark-skinned young men with backpacks at their feet.

"Get down! Now!"

The black guy was quite obedient. Under the coercion of the two patrolmen who were not from the same police station, he slowly lay down on the ground.

York shook his head and prepared to close the car window. This scene was a daily occurrence for him. He knew what was going on over there with just one glance.

If nothing unexpected happens, this black guy probably robbed a passerby's bag.

Poor him, doesn't he know that this is a wealthy area? There are so many patrolmen and the patrol is so strong that there are two-man patrol units patrolling every other street. They are so idle that they wish there was a criminal to catch.

However, Yorks thought about it and understood that he didn't know whether it was the evil of the land of free America or the characteristic of free America, but some black people living in this country always had a little bit of a missing brain, which made it impossible for him to keep up.

York was watching the car window being rolled up and preparing to turn back, feeling envious.

This patrol colleague from the neighboring police station might have completed another deal.

But unexpectedly, something unexpected happened again.

"Do not move!"

The patrolman's voice suddenly became louder.

York was stunned, stopped rolling up the car window, and continued to look over.

It turned out that after the black guy lay down, something went wrong in his brain and he slowly stood up with his hands raised.

"Get down! Don't move! Or I'm going to shoot you!"

"warn you!"

However, even though the two patrolmen strongly warned him, the black guy suddenly made a gesture of taking something out of his arms.

With just one glance, York was stunned.

"Good guy."

As if to confirm York's words, his two patrol colleagues opened fire decisively.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
Until the seven or eight seconds when the black boy fell down, the gunshots continued, with a total of 30 shots.

This means that the two patrol officers emptied their Glock 19 pistols within seven or eight seconds.

Yorks looked calm about the result, not surprised at all.

(End of this chapter)