Chapter 1 Trainee Police Officer

A police car was driving on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, New York. Link controlled the steering wheel. As a trainee police officer, it was not easy for him to touch the steering wheel.

Sitting in the passenger seat was his instructor, Detective Rami Bellon, but today he was wearing plain clothes.

During the one-year internship period, the instructor will wear plain clothes for one day and then sit in the passenger seat without saying a word. The trainee police officers will patrol by themselves and handle all cases encountered.

This time point is basically when the internship period is about to end. Many trainee police officers will fall here and say goodbye to the life of a police officer after working hard for several months.

Link was very calm and drove the police car all the way, conducting daily patrols according to the patrol routes of the previous months.

He was also lucky today. He didn't receive a single police report or encounter any illegal vehicles.

The police car came to an intersection, and the signal light in front turned red. Link parked the police car behind a Ford sedan, then reached out to the on-board computer and entered the license plate number of the vehicle in front.

Randomly checking license plate numbers is a common thing because there are too many vehicles in the United States, and many of them do not meet road standards.

In addition, there are a large number of wanted criminals, fugitives, etc., who all drive vehicles. Random inspections have been proven and can indeed find people.

"Huh?" Link was stunned for a moment after entering the license plate number. There was no information about the vehicle ahead in the police database, which was strange.

However, he did not turn on the sirens and lights immediately because he could not park here, so after the traffic light turned green, Link followed the other vehicle directly.

At a place where there were slightly fewer vehicles ahead, the police lights and siren were turned on.

"Aww..." When the police siren sounded, the driver in front saw the police car behind him, so he turned on the turn signal. Link also turned on the turn signal, blocking the lane behind the other party and preventing a vehicle from rushing over and rear-ending him. A kind of protection for the car.

However, Link pulled some distance away and kept a safe distance. When the other vehicle stopped, he unbuckled his seat belt and pushed the door to get out of the car.

The right hand is placed on the holster on the right waist. It is a Glock 19, which is a pocket version of the Glock 17, but it also has a 15-round standard magazine. There are two spare magazines in front of Link's left waist.

Link was on the left, coming to the side and behind the opponent's driver's seat, using the B-pillar of the vehicle to protect himself. His instructor was on the right.

The other party had already opened the car window and took out his driver's license. Only then did Link see clearly that the driver was a black woman, but the other party was dressed very formally and should have a formal job.

Link didn't take the other person's driver's license immediately, but bent down and looked at the other person and said: "Madam, the reason why I stopped your vehicle is because I couldn't find the information about this car in the police database. ”

As a police officer, he must inform the other party of the reason for ordering the stop.

The black woman did not panic, but asked: "Why are you checking my license plate number?"

Her question was very provocative. If Link didn't give enough reasons, she could sue Link for racial discrimination.

Link didn't panic and still didn't accept the other party's driver's license because he didn't order the other party to produce his ID.

"Randomly checking, at the position of the previous traffic light, I happened to park behind you, and then entered the license plate number of the vehicle in front. This is our police practice." Link then said: "Of course, this is not the only situation. Such as improperly registered motels, unusually driven vehicles, etc.”

"Random inspection is a common method."

"Understood." The woman nodded, but she still held up her driver's license.

Link asked at this time: "Is this car yours?"

"No, this is my workplace's car." The woman said, "It's an official vehicle."

"Okay, please show me your driver's license." After finishing speaking, Link reached out and took the driver's license. After looking at it, he turned around and walked back to his police car.

This black woman must be from the government department, maybe from the legal department. There are traps in the conversation, and ordinary veterans may not be able to handle it.

But when she meets herself, she should stop thinking about being a monster. She is not an ordinary person.

Link called the main station and asked the main station to check the license plate information. At the same time, he entered the woman's ID into the car computer. Sure enough, this woman was the prosecutor of the district court.

The main station also failed to find the license plate information. Link prompted the main station to ask the local court, and this time he got the information. This car was a confidential vehicle.

This matter is not under Link's control. Although this situation is rare, there is a problem and it is out of touch with the police database, but it is not something that Link, a trainee police officer, can take care of.

Coming back with the other party's driver's license and handing it back to the other party, Link said, "Madam, you can leave now."

"No problem?" The woman was still playing with language.

"After verification by the main station, this car is a confidential vehicle of the district court." Link said: "The district court has made a guarantee, so you have no problem now and can leave."

"I understand, but I will reserve the right to pursue it." This girl probably feels embarrassed, right?

"Of course, this is your right." After Link finished speaking, he turned around and left, ignoring him.

His instructor, Rami Veron, still didn't speak. The two returned to the car, Link started the vehicle, and then continued his patrol.

This shift was the day shift, but they worked for twelve hours and didn't return to the police station until eight o'clock in the evening. However, they were immediately called by the captain.

"Tell me what happened today." The captain got straight to the point. It seemed that the prosecutor had called.

Link recounted the story, and then Rami Veron also recounted it. After listening, the captain felt that there was no problem.

Link then said: "When checking the license plate number, it was at the entrance of the XXX traffic light. The surveillance there should be able to capture it."

"I know, you two can go off work!" The captain waved his hand and let them leave.

Link didn't ask about his performance today. That was the instructor's business. As long as he was not expelled tomorrow, there would probably be no problem.

Indeed, there was no problem. Link quickly became a formal police officer, but he was transferred from the current police station. He needed to report to the West Midtown Branch, which was the famous Hell's Kitchen.

Link didn't complain, appeal, or yell about how unfair it was. Instead, he sorted out his locker, packed up his police uniform, and left happily.

Hell's Kitchen, where there are many gangs, crimes are endless, and there are always gang fights, which is extremely dangerous.