Chapter 1017 Going to Detroit?
After sending Danny and Cheng Hao away, Jack cleaned up the house, put dust covers on the furniture and sofas, emptied the refrigerator, cooked all the raw ingredients in it, and took advantage of the evening before the patrolmen got off work. Sent to Wilshire Police Department.
He was planning to fly back to New York tomorrow, so the fresh ingredients Braxton had prepared for him naturally couldn't be wasted like this.
Being a late Santa Claus, Jack was about to call his old friends to find a place to have a drink, but when he arrived at the door of the locker room, he saw a depressed-looking John, and he couldn't help but feel a little confused.
This person had just made a great contribution and helped a group of federal agents take down a crazy woman who was trying to carry out a terrorist attack at a critical moment. No matter what, he should not have such an expression at the moment.
On the way Jack came, he also received a message from Chris, telling him that he would provide the LAPD with an annual donation of at least US$500,000 in the next few years to establish a regional police-citizen collaborative mental health care project. .
"So, what happened again?"
Hearing Jack's inquiry, John forced a smile and said, "It's nothing. I can handle this matter by myself."
Jack occasionally betrayed him, but that didn't mean he liked being betrayed. Although John meant that he didn't want to trouble him anymore, he couldn't help his curiosity and turned his head to Tim, who had also just walked out of the locker room.
"OK, it's like this. Inspector Landon Briggs, uh, the union president of the LAPD, just came to me angrily."
John said and handed over a newspaper in his hand.
"The City Council will initiate a vote to determine whether to allocate a portion of the LAPD's budget to mental health care programs."
Jack read out the contents of the newspaper, "So he still doesn't know that this money is actually a donation that you contacted? He thought it was a proposal initiated by an enthusiastic city councilor that you contacted privately?"
Tim, who was watching the excitement from the sidelines, was obviously an insider. "It doesn't matter. The reason why Briggs was angry was because as the union president, he didn't know anything about it in advance, which made him look stupid."
"Aha, a self-righteous 'big shot' got slapped in the face by a small police officer and became angry?" Jack showed a gloating expression.
He had not forgotten that John had complained before that he had gone to the union chairman, but he had been tricked by the other party using official rhetoric.
"Of course you don't have to worry about that 'big shot', Supervisory Agent Tavole from the FBI."
Tim rolled his eyes at Jack and put his hand on John's shoulder, "It's troublesome to offend the union president, which means he will try his best to remove you from the position of union representative and put you on clothes at the same time. A bunch of little shoes.”
As the saying goes, a toad crawls on the instep and bites no one. John's superiors are Tim, who is the superintendent, and the black-faced Gray, who is now the superintendent. But if a union president wants to punish an ordinary police officer, there are naturally many ways. .
John's old face twitched, "I just want to do something for everyone. This union president has successfully made me feel strongly disgusted and resistant to politics."
"Perhaps you can really consider continuing your efforts, kicking this union president down and taking power yourself. We all know that you are an optimistic person, and you won't let that kind of stuff stand in your way."
Jack was happy, but he didn't take this matter to heart. In the final analysis, it was just a trivial episode, and he didn't even need to do anything.
When the Shangri-La Group and the Wilshire Police Department hold a press conference to announce the specific donation, just call John on stage and give a special thank you to the sponsor.
That union president named Landon Briggs, no matter how clear his mind, should be able to come to his senses by then.
They then went to a certain police bar that they often went to. Soon Angela, Lucy and the black police officer Nila Harper who had also partnered with Jack also rushed over.
The last person to arrive was Wade Gray. The former black-faced superintendent had become richer and richer after being promoted to superintendent and succeeded Zoe as the chief of the Wilshire Precinct. His beer belly was obviously growing.
After saying hello to Jack, Gray sat in front of John, uncharacteristically showing a hesitant and uneasy look.
"It seems like you have something to tell me?" John asked doubtfully, and everyone on the side frowned, especially Jack and Tim, who had some ominous premonitions in their hearts.
Gray sighed softly, "Just before I got off work, I received a formal application requesting that you be temporarily transferred to another police station."
"Wow, this is my first time experiencing a 'day in the cave.' Sounds cool."
At this time, John had already returned to his usual optimistic mood, and he still hadn't come back to his senses until he noticed Gray's darker complexion, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared.
"So this isn't cool?"
"Not at all." Gray shook his bald head. "The request is to be transferred for a whole week. The time is tomorrow. The most important thing is the location. A remote police station in Detroit."
"This is my punishment for offending the union president, why is he so impatient?" John suddenly realized.
"Wait a minute, this is not common sense. Even if there is a 'day in the hole', because there are gaps in staffing, we have to request support and help from other police departments. Generally speaking, it is only within Los Angeles County, and only for one day.
What the hell is Detroit? It's far away in Michigan, and it takes a week. "
Tim was the first to question it, and Angela also looked at Gray with a puzzled look, "Can't you stop this obviously unreasonable transfer order?"
"If there is anything I can do, I would have done it long ago. I don't know where Landon Briggs found a mutual assistance agreement between DPD (Detroit Police Department) and LAPD. This thing is at least 20 years old, but it has never been invalidated.
But if you refuse this transfer order without a reasonable reason, in fact, it seems now that even if there is a reasonable reason, the union will regard it as a deliberate violation of the order and deprive you of your union representative qualification or even instructor qualification. "
Perhaps because he couldn't help, Gray showed a little guilt on his face, and the rest of the people fell silent for a while.
This is really disgusting. Although Detroit is dangerous and chaotic, it is not a matter of life and death. A mere union chairman is neither capable nor willing to kill people because of a small matter.
"What else can I say? It can be regarded as a new achievement. Maybe I don't have those strange and dangerous experiences like Jack, but I might as well regard it as an adventure. "
Facing the worried eyes of everyone, John comforted them in return.