The real life of an American police officer: Winning over others with virtue

Chapter 127 Fate
Eric followed Tom, who was leading the way, and went outside.

Following the signs above, Eric knew he was heading to the office area.

Walking down the wide corridor, Eric subconsciously looked around, but before he could look away, the manager named Tom suddenly shouted.

"Bob! Could you get me some sales slips?"

Eric instinctively looked in the direction the manager was calling, and his pupils immediately contracted, while the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

In his eyes, a Black man holding a document was standing there confirming the product information.

Ordinary, exuding a plain air, who else could it be but McCall?
However, the other party is hiding in the city, actually working as a real worker here, and has even changed his name.

However, his sixth sense had indeed become much stronger due to the addition of points to Deep Blue. He had a feeling that they would meet again, and now they had met in this way.

at the same time.

When McCall saw Eric behind his manager, he paused for a moment, then nodded, handed the document in his hand to the young man next to him, and turned to disappear down the corridor.

Such a coincidence made him shake his head helplessly.

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"Come, sir, let's sit over there! It'll be ready in a moment."

Eric snapped out of his daze, saw the manager gesture to the nearby rest table and chairs, nodded and followed him over, then sat down as the manager guided him.

“How long has that person been standing here?” Eric asked.

Tom paused for a moment, then replied, "You mean Bob?"

Eric said, "Hmm."

“Him? He’s one of our long-time employees, very senior.” Tom said, tidying up the things on the table and placing a bottle of mineral water in front of Eric.

"He's very capable, knowledgeable, and loves helping people, so all the staff here like him a lot. Yeah, he's a star." Tom smiled.

Long-term employee?
Eric remained expressionless, but his mind was racing.

Working here during the day and then working as a ride-hailing driver at night?
This statement led Eric to expand upon it even further.

He knew that some agents would work as employees or drivers to legally eavesdrop on someone's conversations, for example, by modifying their equipment into mobile listening stations and using the guise of taking orders to approach the target building.

However, all current information suggests that McCall had long since left the organization he worked for.

So it's not a task.

That leaves only one possibility: he has some kind of psychological trauma that prevents him from sleeping, which is why he works hard during the day and works as a ride-hailing driver at night, just to numb himself.

Hey! Bob!

Hearing the sound, Eric looked up and saw McCall walking towards him with a form in his hand, pondering to himself.

"Psychological trauma? Post-war PTSD? Or is it due to atonement?"

As McCall drew closer, Eric did feel a surge of curiosity.

But despite his curiosity, he wouldn't do anything, because if he did, someone like McCall would definitely notice the clues.

Rather than that, it's better to leave it as it is.

Eric looked at McCall, who was standing right in front of him, handing the signed contract to Manager Tom, and nodded with a smile.

McCall sighed inwardly, nodded in acknowledgment, and then turned to leave. He was considering whether to leave, but then he thought of the staff here and the fact that he had just taken over the task of training someone to become a security guard.

After thinking for a moment, McCall shook his head and decided to wait and see how things went.

He glanced back and saw his manager already chatting enthusiastically with Eric, while Eric paid no attention to him, as if they had just happened to run into this familiar stranger.

That's it.

McCall seemed to hear Eric's thoughts, and his expression relaxed slightly. "Well," he thought, "this is for the best."

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Ford F-150 Raptor.

Eric opened the door, got into the driver's seat, tossed his slightly deflated backpack onto the passenger side, and closed the door.

"It's finally over."

He used cash this time to avoid the possibility of someone tracking his financial records.

Without electronic records, it is impossible to directly link his identity.

Although there is a possibility that the address and the receipts kept may be exposed, without the first step, the risks will gradually dissipate over time.

Large, unregistered tool chain stores like these generally don't register, so cash transactions are indeed more discreet.

After considering all the details in his mind, Eric started the engine, took one last look at the large building, and then drove away.

Eric quickly forgot about the little incident with McCall.

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at home.

Eric stepped out of the bathroom, casually put on a bathrobe, took out a simple late-night snack from the refrigerator—a ham sandwich and chilled milk—and headed straight for the small room next to the master bedroom.

With a crisp click of the switch.

The soft lights slowly illuminated the entire scene, revealing the whole world.

Any tech enthusiast or hardcore geek would be incredibly excited to see this space.

This is a futuristic digital studio, with an overall design resembling a scene from a science fiction movie.

The entire left wall has been transformed into display cases, showcasing a dazzling array of collectibles.

Eric walked slowly through the display area and arrived at the central workstation.

The triple-screen setup, arranged in an arc, paired with a fully mechanical keyboard and an ergonomic chair, reveals a no-expense-spared approach to configuration.

Eric placed his late-night snack on the table and pulled out an ergonomic chair to sit down.

I lightly touched the power button, and as the blue light flashed during system startup, I casually picked up my milk glass and took a sip.

He wants to be a well-rounded individual, so how could he not hone his cybersecurity skills?

Although the hacking skills are only rated up to level 3 (proficient), in this field, level 3 is enough to easily defeat most amateur experts.

Eric has already purchased two major pieces of equipment offline, and plans to acquire the remaining equipment through flea markets and auctions.

Flea markets and auctions are really popular here.

To find out where to find relevant flea markets and auctions, you'll need to use BidSpotter.

BidSpotter.com is the largest online industrial equipment auction platform in the United States, focusing on the trading of used machinery, manufacturing equipment, and warehouse inventory.

It contains information and advertisements for auction houses of all sizes.

The key point is that the ATF and FBI do not monitor all auctions, and some smaller auction houses do not record buyer information, especially for cash transactions.

Eric opened the webpage and began the registration process.

He looked at the registration form that only required an email address and phone number, thought for a moment, and entered a virtual email address and virtual number that were not very similar to his own.

"The anonymity is indeed high, making it suitable for gray-area transactions," Eric muttered to himself as he looked at the registration success message.

(End of this chapter)