Chapter 01: Chapter 1 Trainee Police Officer

Chapter 1 Trainee Police OfficerA police car was driving on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, New York. Link was at 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 Veron, but today he was in plain clothes.

During the one-year internship period, the instructor will wear plain clothes one day and sit in the passenger seat without saying a word, while the trainee police officers will patrol on their own and handle all the cases they encounter.

This point in time is basically when the internship period is about to end, and many trainee police officers will fall here, thus saying goodbye to their hard work as police officers for several months.

Link was very calm. He drove the police car forward and carried out daily patrols according to the patrol route of the previous few months.

He was lucky today as he didn't receive any police reports and didn't encounter any illegal vehicles.

The police car arrived at an intersection and the traffic light ahead turned red. Link parked the police car behind a Ford sedan, then reached out and entered the license plate number of the vehicle ahead on the onboard computer.

Randomly checking license plates is a common practice 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 are driving vehicles. Random checks have been proven to be able to find people.

"Huh?" Link was stunned for a moment after entering the license plate number. There was no information about the vehicle in front in the police database. This was incredible.

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

When there were fewer vehicles ahead, the police lights and sirens were turned on.

"Woooo..." When the sirens sounded, the driver in front saw the police car behind him and turned on the turn signal. Link also turned on the turn signal to block the lane behind the other car to prevent any vehicle from rushing over and rear-ending him, which was a kind of protection for the car in front.

However, Link pulled away a little to keep a safe distance, and waited until the other vehicle stopped before he unbuckled his seat belt, pushed the door and got out.

His right hand was placed on the holster on his right waist. It was a Glock 19, a pocket version of the Glock 17, but it also had a standard 15-round magazine. Link had two spare magazines in front of his left waist.

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

The other party had opened the car window and took out the driver's license. Link could see clearly at this time that the driver was a black woman. However, she was dressed very formally, so she should have a formal job.

Link did not take the driver's license immediately. Instead, he bent down and looked at the other party and said, "Madam, the reason I stopped your car is that I could not find any 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 was not alarmed, but asked, "Why are you checking my license plate number?"

Her questions were very suggestive. If Link didn't give sufficient reasons, she could sue him for racial discrimination.

Link was not panicked and still refused to take the other party's driver's license because he did not order the other party to produce the document.

"It was a random check. I stopped right behind you at the previous traffic light and then entered the license plate number of the vehicle in front of me. This is our police practice." Link then said, "Of course, this is not the only case. There are also cases like motels that don't register carefully, vehicles that drive abnormally, etc."

"Random inspection is a common method."

"I see." The woman nodded, but she still held up her driver's license. Link then asked, "Is this car yours?"

"No, this is the car of my workplace." The woman said, "It's a government vehicle."

"Okay, please show me your driver's license." Link said, and he stretched out his hand to take the driver's license. After looking at it, he turned around and walked back to his police car.

This black woman must be from a government department, perhaps a legal department. The conversation is full of traps that even an experienced person may not be able to handle.

But now that she has met me, she should stop thinking about doing anything naughty, because I am not an ordinary person.

Link called the front desk and asked them to check the license plate information. At the same time, he entered the woman's ID into the car computer. Sure enough, the woman was a prosecutor in the local court.

The headquarters was also unable to find the license plate information, so Link prompted the headquarters to inquire with the local court, and this time they got the information that the car was a confidential vehicle.

This matter is not Link's responsibility. Although such cases are rare, there are problems and it is out of touch with the police database. However, it is not something that Link, a trainee police officer, can handle.

After returning with the other party's driver's license and handing it back to the other party, Link said, "Ma'am, you can go now."

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

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

"I understand, but I reserve the right to pursue legal action." This woman must be feeling embarrassed, right?"Of course, it's your right." Link said, turned around and walked away, no longer paying attention.

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

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

"Tell us what happened today." The captain went straight to the point. It seemed that the prosecutor had called after all.

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

Link then added: "When we checked the license plate number, it was at the entrance of the XXX traffic light. The surveillance camera there should have captured it."

"I understand. You two can go off work!" The captain waved his hand and asked them to leave.

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

There was indeed no problem, and Link was soon converted into a formal police officer. However, he was transferred from his current police station and he needed to report to the West Midtown Branch, which was the famous Hell's Kitchen.

Link did not complain or appeal, or shout about how unfair it was. Instead, he simply packed up his storage box, packed up his police uniform, and left happily.

Hell's Kitchen is a place with many gangs, constant criminal incidents, and gang fights, which is extremely dangerous.

(End of this chapter)