Chapter 72: Going to Work (Please read it later)

Walking towards the door connecting the garage to the house, York couldn't help but think of Olha's words tonight.

"It seems that the career of a patrolman has reached its limit." York sighed.

As the saying goes, "his achievements are so great that they shock his master." Even if his achievements are used to make up for his mistakes, people can still feel that his achievements are exaggerated.

Not to mention the process, the record of killing 57 suspects alone is enough to make people look at it with admiration.

What he was sure of was that his file must have been reviewed by the big guys above in turn.

Therefore, the patrol department seemed to be unable to cover up this big fish like him. The less he stayed in the patrol department to gain attribute points, the greater the pressure Olha would bear.

At the same time, this point is enough to make most people think that he is someone who relies on his status or backdoor, and they keep their mouths shut and dare not say a bad word about him in front of others, because it will only make others laugh at him.

Even people who are related to him will stand up for him.

Now that he thinks about it, he has really worked very hard in the past few years. Although it was related to earning attribute points, it was also related to the fact that his father was the boss of the police station.

York stepped through the door and walked to the front yard connected to the big villa, his brows beginning to frown.

"So where are we going?"

He did not consider clerical jobs, which were too boring and just like working. Moreover, the speed of promotion was much slower than that of the front lines. Many clerical jobs were gained by accumulating seniority, unlike the people on the front lines who could overtake others once they had made a contribution and were recorded in the journal.

Of course, the risks they carry are different, so they cannot be confused with each other. Each has its own advantages.

However, even if it wasn't for the system, he would not have chosen a civilian job, because he had been a nobody in his previous life.

Special Operations Bureau? York shook his head. This was not an option for him.

As the name suggests, the Special Operations Bureau is no different in nature from China's assault team or anti-terrorist force.

He has the strength to make it through, but this department is totally incompatible with his system.

"So there is only a detective bureau independent of the police station?" Yorks laughed, pressed his fingerprint on the access control at the door, opened the front door and walked into the house.

The status of the Detective Bureau is indeed quite transcendent, because it is directly under the Chief of Police, who is also his father, and is responsible for investigating various cases.

Even the status of a detective is equal to that of a superintendent in the police station. A first-level detective is greater than 3+1DT and less than a first-level superintendent. A second-level detective is equal to a first-level superintendent, and so on. A third-level detective is equal to a second-level superintendent.

Like Olha, he is a second-class superintendent and the duty commander of the patrol department of the West Canyon Police Department.

However, if he does this, once he enters the Detective Bureau, he will inevitably meet with his father, Chief Russell, frequently.

"Forget it, let's take a look." York closed the door, the sensor light lit up automatically, he pulled his collar and walked towards his room.

"There's still a month left anyway."
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The next day.

Everything was peaceful and sound, which might be the advantage of being a patrolman. Yesterday's case did not cause much trouble to Yorks, but it would be recorded in Grigley's report.

In the briefing room, Olha conducted a simple routine meeting as usual, expressed his blessings, and then left.

Because the York police used the PIT interception technique to destroy the front of a Chevrolet Caprice last night, the patrol car they drove this time was a Ford Explorer.

This is an SUV.

Compared to the Chevrolet Caprice, this patrol car has a large bumper on the front, and the grille also adopts a new generation of hexagonal design.

The rear of the car has passed the 120km/h impact test. In order to meet the needs of chasing suspects, the power cooling system, brakes and steel wheels are all exclusive settings, and it is also equipped with a towing device that can withstand 2kg.

There is also a puncture-proof guard behind the driver's seat, and optional active safety technologies such as rear camera lenses and collision prevention systems.

At the same time, the 3.3L power plus electric motor can reach a maximum speed of 137 miles per hour (220 kilometers per hour), which is quite powerful when chasing cars.

In short, Yorks was very satisfied. It was worth his licking that made Diane very satisfied today, and she took out the new car that had just been configured.

In fact, it was thanks to donations from some wealthy people that the West Canyon Police Department began to be equipped with Explorer patrol cars, becoming more powerful and not much behind the police station in charge of wealthy areas.

"Put the M870 shotgun in the car." Seeing Kino put the two guns into the trunk, Yorks reminded him as he walked towards the passenger seat.

"There's a little more room in here than in a Chevy Caprice."

"Yes! Sir!"

Keno nodded, put one of the M4 rifles in the trunk, and picked up the M870 shotgun.

Seeing this, York opened the door and got in. He glanced at the layout of the car and couldn't help but sigh:
"It's indeed a new car! Everything is new."

York lay back in the seat, watching Jino open the car door, pick up his vibrating and ringing cell phone, and glance at the screen.

It's little Gusta calling.

"Hello?" Yorks smiled, and he guessed that the young man's first words would be.

"Thank you, Brother York! If it weren't for you, Monica would definitely..."

Little Gusta seemed really touched. York smiled and said, "Not necessarily. Your friend is quite smart. She saved herself, and the bad guy didn't dare to do anything because he didn't observe her enough."

At this point, York's tone became ambiguous: "How was it last night? Did you know what I mean?"

"Uh, cough cough!" He whispered as he heard little Gusta's cough on the phone.

"Brother York, Monica is by my side now."

"Oh." Yorks expression remained unchanged, but he also had a look of happiness for little Gusta. Monica was really a smart girl. She survived not because of him, but because she was alert and smart, so much so that the suspect felt that he had not observed enough or had no chance to act, which delayed until he discovered the mark.

He really admires this kind of person.

"Thank you, Officer York!" At this time, Monica's voice came through the phone, and her tone was quite sincere.

"You saved my life."

"Well, so would you like to consider me as your younger brother?" York said with a smile.

"Although he is simple and a little timid, he is definitely a good person. There are not many people like him."

"Brother York, what are you talking about!" Little Gusta shouted, and the voice reached his ears.

What York could imagine was that this simple boy's ears might have turned red.

But behind these words, Monica's firm voice rang out: "I know, I will seriously consider it, Brother Yorks!"

"Yeah." Yorks hung up the phone without changing his smile.

This answer already shows what choice Monica will make.

Having resolved the issue of one of his younger brothers' 21-year-long single life, Yorks was in a very good mood. He glanced at Kino who had been peeking at him, and his eyes became much kinder.

"Have you logged in?"

Keno replied, "Logged in, sir!"

"Then be prepared to see what strange things will greet us today."

York picked up the intercom and pressed the button.

"10-A-11, start patrol."

"Roger that!"

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