You're a US police officer, what are you thinking about going back to the East for?

"Torres, although I let you off the hook because of those nice words, now that you're an intern under me, I'll have to teach you something real."

"Whether you listen or not is up to you."

Lyon's voice lowered considerably, and his expression became serious. "Patrol work is boring ninety percent of the time."

"You'll feel like a taxi driver with a fixed salary, just going around in circles every day."

Mia also keenly sensed the change in atmosphere.

She put away the enthusiasm she had been deliberately putting on, sat up straighter, and perked up.

She knew very well that in a place like Seattle, if she wanted to live a peaceful life until retirement, she really couldn't be lacking in basic professional skills; at the very least, she had to be at a passing level.

Since Officer Vance was willing to teach her practical skills instead of continuing to argue with her, she certainly didn't mind temporarily putting aside her acting.

"The patrol has two real purposes."

Lyon pointed to the car's computer on the dashboard. "First, we need to shorten the response time."

"Seattle's street layout is a maze. Some old neighborhoods have so many one-way streets and dead ends that they can crash your navigation system."

"If you have to rely on navigation while rushing after receiving a report, it would be better to have the command center directly transmit the information to the forensic doctor to collect the body."

"Secondly, it's about familiarity."

He turned a corner and casually told the name of the fast food restaurant next door and where the alley behind it led.

"Even the indigenous people in this area only know the road from their doorstep to the supermarket in their jurisdiction."

"But as a patrol officer, you must know how to take shortcuts and which alleys are frequented by gang members at night."

"Once you become familiar with this area to a certain extent, even the slightest abnormality will be very obvious to you."

Mia listened to Leon's words, and this time she really took them to heart.

"I understand, sir."

"It seems that the job of a patrol officer is indeed not as simple as I imagined."

Leon glanced at her. She was alright, barely passable. If she continued to bluff him at a time like this, he would really have to take control of her.

"Stay in this position, keep an eye on your side."

"See that guy in the blue hoodie loitering near the ATM?"

"What do you think he's doing? Scouting the location? Or is he simply waiting for a friend?"

Mia turned her head slightly and looked at the guy in the blue hoodie.

The guy's hood was pulled down low, and apart from a chin that was blue from the cold, you couldn't see any facial features.

Having no other choice, she went to look at the clothes. The guy's hoodie looked a bit dirty, but not quite as exaggerated as someone who was homeless.

"You can't see the face clearly, and the clothes... are dirty in a layered way, but in this kind of neighborhood... this outfit is pretty common."

Mia looked away, pouting slightly in disappointment.

"I can't determine it, sir."

"I think he's most likely just an ordinary unemployed person, but he could also be planning to rob that old man who's withdrawing money. It's about 50/50."

"Have you seen enough? Can't make a judgment?"

Lyon rested one hand on the steering wheel, his tone indifferent.

"Hmm...actually, I can't tell either."

"If criminals could be identified from a crowd with just a glance, Seattle wouldn't need patrol officers; they could all just stay inside police stations and watch the cameras."

what?

Mia looked at Leon in a daze.

She originally thought Lyon would have some profound insights, but it turned out he couldn't figure it out after all that.

Lyon put on such a sophisticated air just now, but in the end he just blurted out this pointless remark.

So you're playing games with me?

Before Mia could finish her internal monologue, Leon suddenly moved.

Without any warning, he stomped his right foot down suddenly.

The Crown's engine roared and it immediately shot off.

"vent!"

Mia screamed and slammed hard against the back of the chair due to inertia.

She instinctively turned her head, wanting to yell at Leon: "Can't you at least give me a heads-up before you start driving?!"

But looking at Leon's profile, she swallowed the fragrance that was about to come out of her mouth.

That's my supervisor, in charge of my internship evaluation. It's only the first day of my internship, and things have been going well. It would be a huge loss to ruin it now.

Mia took a deep breath, forcing the words "Can you drive?" into a slightly ferocious smile, her hands gripping the handrail on the car door tightly.

"squeak--!!!"

Lyon didn't actually accelerate for very long, only a few dozen meters, before slamming on the brakes again.

The patrol car smoothly came to a stop beside the man in the blue hoodie.

As for Mia, she had just felt a strong push against her back and hadn't even had time to adjust when she was almost strangled by the seatbelt. Her face turned black.

The car window slowly rolled down, and Leon turned his head to look at the guy outside who was frozen in fear because of him.

Mission: Prevent a potential street robbery.

[Reward: 50 Justice Points]

The system also issued tasks in a timely manner.

Hey buddy.

The man in the blue hoodie shuddered. Hearing Leon call him, he finally lifted the half of his face that had been tucked into the hood.

His eyes were unfocused, his gaze wandering aimlessly, and he dared not move. "Officer... I'm just standing here for a while, waiting for a friend."

"Waiting for a friend? Here? Next to the Seattle Trust Bank ATM?"

Leon scoffed. "Your friend must be pretty rich. I've seen you dawdling here for ages; are the floor tiles about to smoke from your feet?"

"I...I really didn't do anything, I'll leave now, I'll leave now."

"Get out of here."

Lyon's face suddenly darkened. "Unlawful stays are not allowed here. If I see you loitering around here again, I'll have to invite you in for tea, understand?"

The man in the blue hoodie glanced at Leon, then at the pretty but pale-faced policewoman next to him.

"Fuck."

This guy suddenly cursed, turned around and ran away, stepping into a cloud of mud that splashed all over him, not caring at all, and darted into the alley next to him, running away with great determination.

Mia, who was already looking annoyed, reached for the baton on her belt.

result.

After seeing that guy run away, Leon remained calmly seated in the driver's seat without moving an inch.

He simply rolled the car window back up and casually turned on the radio.

The car was instantly filled with a lazy blues tune.

what?

They just let them escape like that?

This is completely different from what police academy teaches.

What happened to the model police officer we were promised?

Although she was only interested in getting by, she still had basic police knowledge.

If you suspect this guy was scouting the place or planning a robbery, and you saw him run away right in front of you, even if you don't arrest him, you should at least search him and check his ID, right?

"Sir?"

Mia couldn't help but turn around. "He just ran away like that? We...aren't we going to do anything about it?"