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

[Mission: Prevent a potential street robbery - Completed]

[Settlement: Potential robber successfully driven away.]

Participation rate: 100%

[Reward: 50 Justice Points]

Lyon pursed his lips. It's alright, even a mosquito's leg is meat.

If I save another 150 points, my Agility will reach 15.

At that time, the speed at which those hands wipe the gun will probably be so fast that sparks will fly.

"What, you think I'm not playing by the rules?"

"What's the point of arresting him? Take him back and treat him to cold pizza at the police station?"

"Sir, I just feel... this doesn't seem to follow proper procedures."

Mia said that, but she shifted her position in the passenger seat, clearly relaxing her posture considerably.

"Listen, Torres, in Seattle, there's trash like this everywhere, whose pockets are probably cleaner than your face."

"If you arrest one person, you'll have to go back to the station and fill out forms for at least two hours."

"If you're unlucky, and there happens to be a 'progressive person' next to you recording you on your phone, saying you're discriminating against people who like blue hoodies, then someone who likes blue hoodies will immediately send a complaint letter to the police station. It's not very useful, but it's very annoying."

Mia blinked, and her feigned diligence crumbled a little.

"But... are we just going to watch him leave?"

"Otherwise what?"

Leon tugged at his collar and let out a breath.

"Unless you're desperate for a promotion and a raise, and you're 100% sure that guy has a big thing tucked in his waistband, the most efficient thing to do is to get him out of here as soon as possible."

"He doesn't have anything big on him. Even if we capture him, we'll release him quickly. It's just asking for trouble."

At this point, Leon adopted a snobbish expression, looking at Mia.

"Some of my colleagues are very clever. As long as no one gets killed, they pretend they didn't see anything. At most, they'll cough once before the other person makes a move to scare them away, and that's it."

"As long as no incident occurs, you don't need to write a report, there are no victims, and no one will bother you."

"Do you understand?"

Mia listened, completely stunned.

Her eyes were unusually bright at that moment, as if they were still sparkling.

A life mentor.

"Sir...you're right, this kind of law enforcement is indeed more efficient."

She nodded vigorously, the awkwardness of being a stranger completely gone, though perhaps it never was to begin with.

Looking at her like that, Leon bet that if he had to deal with two or three more messy situations like dealing with homeless people begging in a rich neighborhood, she would definitely have to reveal her true colors and confront him.

Unless she has truly lost her mind and wants to sacrifice everything for a free America.

"1-Adam-14, 1-Adam-14."

Just then, the car's computer suddenly beeped.

"At the intersection of Fourth Avenue and Pine Street, a 7-Eleven convenience store was involved in a code 211 (robbery). The person who reported the incident said that the suspect was armed and a conflict had already occurred."

"Received, 1-Adam-14, en route, ETA (Estimated Time of Arrival) in two minutes."

Lyon pulled down the walkie-talkie, gave a casual reply, and then flipped the switch on the vehicle's control panel to control the sirens and lights.

"Ugh—!"

The sirens blared, and the red and blue warning lights began flashing, startling the old man who had just withdrawn money. He shuddered and ran away as fast as he could.

Lyon floored the accelerator again; it was a government car anyway, so he could drive it however he wanted, and the feeling of being pushed back into his seat followed.

"Hold on tight, Torres."

As he steered the car past the scattered vehicles, he warned Mia, "A robbery scene isn't like that runaway coward we just dealt with."

"If those guys have some valuable stuff, remember to find cover, don't be stupid and go to your death."

"Understood, sir!"

Leon's words of advice were exactly what Mia wanted to hear, but she was no longer in the mood for joy. She was about to really risk her life, and her hand unconsciously went to her holster.

The car sped past several blocks that were under renovation.

This area is typical of the edge of a red-light district. The streets are never cleaned, and one or two streetlights are always broken. It's common to see a few people standing on the street like zombies.

As he passed an alleyway, Leon caught a glimpse of several young black men wearing grey hoodies out of the corner of his eye.

They were passionately creating on a wall with several cans of red spray paint, drawing gang symbols or abstract art about genitalia that probably only they could understand.

Under normal circumstances, these underage street thugs would not be afraid of the police at all.

When they see a police car passing by, they will most likely stop what they are doing, stare at the police car with a provocative look, and may even raise their middle finger, whistle at the back of the car, and shove their hips.

After all, they are minors, and it would be a thankless task for the police to arrest them. Besides, even if they were arrested, it wouldn't be of much use; they would be released in a few days.

If something goes wrong, accusations of "racism," "harming minors," and so on will be leveled.

Those guys did exactly that at first.

"Hey, you guys..."

The leader had just raised his middle finger, intending to say something harsh to the police car.

As a result, he saw Leon in the driver's seat through the windshield.

"h*ly sh*t!"

Mia swears that the moment she saw that brat, her expression went from "What can you do to me?" to "I've seen a ghost!"

Although I couldn't hear exactly what was said, it was definitely in C language.

The next second, the kid in charge threw down the spray paint can in his hand, ignored the few bewildered underlings next to him, and rolled into a nearby alley, as if he was afraid that the police would shoot him directly. He even almost tripped and fell flat on his face because he was running too fast.

"puff……"

Mia, who had been quite nervous, almost lost her composure upon seeing this scene. "Sir, are they... scared of us?"

"No, they were scared by me."

Leon responded shamelessly, raising an eyebrow at Mia.

This is the benefit of having a "good reputation".

If you're tough enough, even gangsters will have to think twice before speaking.

In this neighborhood where there are no secrets, the five shots I fired a few days ago have already been circulated in all sorts of outrageous versions.

The current version is roughly as follows:

That white police officer named Vance is a ruthless psychopath. If you try to scratch your butt in front of him, he'll think you're pulling out a gun and use that as an excuse to shoot you through the mud.

what?

Mia was taken aback by Leon's words, then turned to look at the kids who had already scattered like birds.

My boss is that amazing? Why didn't anyone tell me?

Is he a top player?

[Mission: Stop the ongoing violent robbery]

[Note: A group of gang members are conducting a free purchase.]

[Reward: 200 Justice Points]

The mission has begun.

Leon glanced at Mia's rather dim-witted expression and added a few more words.

"When we get to the store, no matter what the situation is inside, let's check the weapons and equipment first."

"Also, as a newcomer, stay in the back and behave yourself. What we need is... cough, I need is safety, understand?"

"...As your instructor, I have to bring you back to the police station safe and sound... Yes, that's it."

Huh? Why are you suddenly being so nice to me?

I don't think I have that much charm, do I?

Mia turned her head to look at Leon's expressionless profile, feeling a little uncomfortable, but she quickly figured out Leon's motive.

What a reliable senior!

Not only did he share his slacking-off tips, which only veterans knew, but when rushing to the front lines of danger, he also thought of protecting himself, the newbie, first.

She sniffed.

"clear!"