Chapter 71 071 Change place?

West Canyon Police Department.

7:30 p.m.

Taribo changed his clothes in the locker room and walked through the middle aisle leaving the police station with his internship partner Valeria.

"You should be thankful that you won't have to work overtime tonight," he said, looking at Valeria who was a step behind him.

"I'm sure you're thanking me in your heart right now for being able to go out and have some fun!"

Valeria just smiled, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking.

"Yes, sir, I am always grateful for your guidance."

"clever."

Taribo retracted his gaze, took Valeria to the middle, stopped at the door on the right, and looked inside.

A broad figure, whose muscular body could not even be covered by his police uniform, was sitting in front of a plastic table, scribbling on a report with a sad face.

"See, this is the consequence of disobedience," said Taribo, without covering his voice at all.

Valeria still just kept smiling.

York turned around and raised the international sign to Taribo.

"Get out of here right away."

"See, this is what it means to be angry out of shame," Taribo continued.

"We must not learn from him. Controlling your emotions is the most important thing. Only in this way can you become a good patrolman."

Valeria stood back and nodded slightly.

When York wanted to go further, Taribo took Valeria away, leaving him no room to release.

"This damn guy!"

York shook his head and looked back at the report on the desk.

When he assisted the detective team in catching the suspect, his mission as a patrolman actually ended.

After all, he did everything he should have done throughout the day, including searching, setting up cordons, maintaining order, etc., but what he should never have done was to use the PIT stop technique when chasing the suspect.

This is a pursuit tactic by which the pursuing vehicle can force the fleeing car to swerve sideways, causing the driver to lose control and come to a stop.

That's why he chose to hit the right rear end of the Toyota 86, causing the suspect to reverse and lose control, thus achieving the effect of stopping him.

But unfortunately, he did not control his speed and hit the car too hard due to speeding.

So the result was that he, as the person driving the car, had to take responsibility for the incident and stayed to write a report, while Kino was kicked off work by Olha using the excuse of a concussion.

"I have a concussion too!"

York complained, grabbing a small pen and writing down the general process in the report.

If he wants the police to be responsible for this, he must write a report. Otherwise, he will have to compensate for the damaged parts in the collision. The damn Olha will definitely do this.

Time, place and participants.

"Time: xxxx-xx-xx, xx:xx-xx:xx."

"Location: Corner of Trilly Street in the Columbus neighborhood."

process.

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"I saw the suspect was about to break out of the encirclement. When the suspect tried to drive away, I finally decisively adopted the pit stop technique based on the police regulations and the actual situation at the scene, as well as my own judgment and experience. With the assistance of my supporting colleagues, I successfully stopped the suspect's vehicle."

After finishing the report, York picked it up and checked it carefully. When he was sure that Olha, who had been very unhappy with him recently, could not find any faults, York nodded with satisfaction, picked up the perfect report, and went to Olha's office to report. "Let's go, Cirillo."

Yorks looked at another civilian colleague from the police station next to him and greeted him. Then, with a smile and a nod from him, he left the office and headed for Olha's office.

The West Canyon Police Station is not as lively at night as it is during the day. After all, no one wants to work the night shift.

However, because Los Angeles is more dangerous at night than during the day, the West Canyon Police Department will still maintain a certain level of patrol intensity, and the number of patrol officers in the morning, afternoon and evening shifts is basically equal.

Of course, this is due to the fact that the police station has enough staff, otherwise the number of patrol officers on duty at night would definitely be smaller than that in the morning and afternoon.

While greeting many colleagues on duty at night, Yorks had unknowingly arrived at the door of Olha's office.

"cough!"

York became serious and knocked on the closed door in front of him.

A cold voice said: "Come in!"

York opened the door, and under the gaze of Olha who was sitting in front of the desk, he came up to him, handed him the report, and said loudly.

"Sir! This is my report for today's shift!"

Olha was sitting there, the dim light making his bald head with only a few hairs left particularly bright, but his heavy figure still looked quite imposing sitting there.

Glancing coldly at York who was looking serious in front of him, Olha picked up the report in front of him and glanced at it. Seconds after seconds passed, he read it very carefully.

"I heard that you discovered this case?"

Olha couldn't find any problems, so he put down the report and looked at York.

York straightened his upper body and looked forward: "Yes! Sir! Because the suspect targeted my friend's friend! And I happened to see the mark he left at the door! This is obviously very suspicious!"

Olha looked at it and said, "Can I ask you a question?"

York's expression remained unchanged: "Sir, you say!"

"Do you want to go to the detective bureau or change places?" Olha said calmly, "The officers there admire your talent very much. They all said that you played a big role in the last two cases."

Olha said this calmly, but everyone could tell he was serious.

"With your ability, it is really a waste of talent here, Yorks. Outstanding people will eventually be discovered by the world. No one is a fool. The important thing is that there seems to be no place for you to learn here."

York narrowed his eyes slightly: "Sir, please give me some time to think about it!"

Hearing this, Olha shook his head and stared at York and said seriously, "Give me an answer in a month! I need an explanation, otherwise they will always say that I am not letting him go."

Yorks answered loudly: "Yes! Sir!"

"It's time to get off work." Olha put the documents and reports into the drawer, waved his hand and started to chase people away.

"Yes! Sir!"

York turned and walked away.

But Olha’s voice came from behind: “After get off work tomorrow, you will have a day off and prepare to rotate your colleagues in the evening.”

York raised his eyebrows, responded, and left Olha's office.
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One of the neighborhoods at Lincoln Avenue and Broadway Street.

A private garage next to a detached villa opened its curtain door automatically, and an FL50 Raptor drove in.

The sound of jet brakes was heard, and the car door opened to reveal York's majestic figure.

York habitually glanced at the curtain door at the back of the garage, and waited until it was closed before picking up the things he needed to take out of the car.

In the past, he would feel tired after running around all day, but as he improved his physical attributes day after day as a patrol officer, he actually liked this kind of life.

(End of this chapter)