Chapter 1017 Going to Detroit?

After seeing Danny and Cheng Hao off, Jack cleaned up the house, put dust covers on the furniture and sofas again, emptied the refrigerator, cooked all the raw ingredients in it, and delivered them to the Wilshire Police Station in the evening before the patrol officers got off work.

He was going to fly back to New York tomorrow, so he couldn't let the fresh ingredients Braxton prepared for him go to waste.

Being a late Santa Claus, Jack was planning to call those old friends to find a place to have a drink. However, as soon as he arrived at the door of the locker room, he saw John with a depressed look on his face, and he couldn't help feeling confused.

This man had just performed a great service by helping a group of federal agents capture a crazy woman who was attempting a terrorist attack at a critical moment. He shouldn't have such an expression at this moment.

On the way here, Jack also received a message from Chris, informing him that Chris would provide LAPD with a donation of at least $50 per year in the next few years to establish a regional police-community collaborative mental health care program.

"So, what happened again?"

Hearing Jack's question, John forced a smile and said, "It's nothing. I can handle this matter myself."

Jack would occasionally keep people in suspense, but that didn't mean he liked being kept in suspense. Although John meant that he didn't want to trouble him any further, he couldn't resist his curiosity and turned his head to Tim, who had also just walked out of the locker room.

"OK, here's what's going on. Lieutenant Landon Briggs, uh, the union president of the LAPD, just came to me angrily."

John said as he handed over a newspaper.

"The City Council will vote on whether to allocate part of the LAPD precinct budget to mental health care programs."

Jack read out what was in the newspaper. "So he didn't know that the money was actually a donation from you? He thought you had contacted a certain enthusiastic city council member privately to initiate the proposal?"

Tim, who was watching the fun from the side, was obviously an insider. "It doesn't matter. Briggs was angry because he was the union president and he didn't know anything about it in advance. This made him look stupid."

"Ahaha, a self-righteous 'big shot' got slapped in the face by a small police officer and became angry and embarrassed?" Jack showed a gloating expression.

He had not forgotten that John had complained before about how he had approached the union chairman but was tricked by him using official rhetoric.

"You certainly don't have to worry about a 'big shot' like that, Supervisory Agent Tawalla from the FBI."

Tim rolled his eyes at Jack and put his hand on John's shoulder. "It's troublesome to offend the union chairman. It means he will try every means to remove you from your position as union representative and make things difficult for you."

As the saying goes, a toad crawling on the instep of one's foot may not bite but irritate one. John's superiors are Tim, who is a police superintendent, and Dark-Faced Gray, who is now a police inspector. However, if a union chairman wants to deal with an ordinary police officer, he naturally has plenty of ways to do so.

John's face twitched. "I just wanted to do something for everyone. This union president has successfully made me feel strongly disgusted and repulsive to politics."

"Perhaps you can really consider making another effort and kicking this union chairman out and taking over yourself. We all know that you are an optimistic person and you won't let that kind of scum stand in your way."

Jack chuckled and didn't take it too seriously. After all, it was just a trivial episode and he didn't even need to do anything.

When the Shangri-La Group and the Wilshire Police Department hold a press conference to announce the specific donation matters, we can call John to the stage and give special thanks to this initiator.

Even if the union president, Landon Briggs, was not in his right mind, he would have come to his senses by then.

They then went to a police bar they used to frequent, and soon Angela, Lucy, and the black police officer Nella Harper, who had also worked with Jack, also arrived.

The last person to arrive was Wade Gray. The formerly stern-faced superintendent looked even more wealthy after being promoted to superintendent and succeeding Zoe as the chief of the Wilshire branch. His beer belly had noticeably grown.

After greeting Jack, Gray sat down in front of John, looking uncharacteristically hesitant and uneasy.

"It looks like you have something to tell me?" John asked doubtfully, and everyone around him frowned, especially Jack and Tim, who had a bad feeling in their hearts.

Gray sighed softly, "Just before I got off work, I received a formal application requesting that you be temporarily transferred to another police station."

"Wow, this is my first time experiencing a 'day in the cave', sounds cool."

At this time, John had already returned to his usual optimism and had not yet come to his senses. Until he noticed Gray's increasingly dark complexion, the smile on his face slowly disappeared.

“So this isn’t cool?”

"Not at all." Gray shook his bald head. "The request is for a transfer for a whole week. The time is tomorrow. The most important thing is the location. It is in a remote police station in Detroit."

"This is the punishment for offending the union chairman. Is he so impatient?" John suddenly realized.

"Wait, this doesn't make sense. Even if there is a 'day in the hole' where there is a gap in staffing and they have to ask other police departments for support and help, it is usually limited to Los Angeles County and only lasts for one day.

What the hell is Detroit? It's in Michigan and it lasts a week."

Tim was the first to question it. Angela also looked at Gray with a puzzled look on her face. "Can't you stop this obviously unreasonable transfer order?"

"If I could have done anything, I would have done it a long time ago. I don't know where Landon Briggs got a copy of the mutual assistance agreement between DPD (Detroit Police Department) and LAPD. This thing is at least 20 years old, but it has never been invalidated.

But if you refuse the transfer order without a reasonable reason, in fact, it now seems that even if there is a reasonable reason, the union will regard it as a deliberate violation of the order and deprive you of your union representative qualification and even your instructor qualification. "

Perhaps because he was unable to help, Gray showed a hint of guilt on his face, and the others fell silent for a moment.

This is truly disgusting. Although Detroit is dangerous and chaotic, it is not life-threatening to go there. A mere union chairman is neither capable nor willing to put anyone to death over a trivial matter.

"What else can I say? It's a new achievement. Maybe I don't have those strange and dangerous experiences like Jack, but I might as well treat it as an adventure."

Facing everyone's worried eyes, John comforted them instead.