pasture leisure

Chapter 28 Someone Called the Police

"Get off, get off, stay away from my house".

Zhang Chi drove the manure-making machines to a distance of [-] meters. He turned around and came back without taking a few steps. When he turned around, he found that the manure-making machines had followed up again.

"Follow me again, I'll roast the whole lamb later, dogs don't know sense at all, how many bugs will you attract if you shit so much?" Zhang Chi cursed at the flock of sheep again.

BAA Baa baa!
The ten sheep kept bleating at Zhang Chi.

"No, are you guys scolding me?"

Zhang Chi felt that if he didn't clean up these guys today, he wouldn't be a rancher, so he turned his head and stroked his sleeves while looking for sticks and the like on the ground.

The grass is not clean, but there are no convenient sticks. There are two or three small branches, but these things are not as thick as fingers.

Just as he was about to turn around and get a stick to clean up the manure making machines, Zhang Chi suddenly heard the sound of a siren, which was quite close.

Looking up, it seemed that it was coming from the gate of his own ranch, so Zhang Chi drove into the pickup truck to have a look.

When I got to the door, it was really my own door.

A blue and white police car was parked at the gate of the ranch, and two burly white men in police uniforms were standing at the gate of the ranch.

Seeing Zhang Chi appear, the two white policemen stopped chatting and stepped forward.

"I'm sorry, George, someone called the police last night saying that there was a gunshot on your ranch, saying that you were illegally hunting wild animals. Is this true?"

A white policeman in his forties asked Zhang Chi.

Next to him was a young man with a young look on his face. It seemed that he had just graduated and was still a rookie.

The white policeman who spoke had a stern face. In our domestic language, his face was as straight as that of Changbai Mountain, and he looked businesslike.

Zhang Chi didn't care about him.

Who are you showing this stinky face to!

He used to be stopped by the police on the road when he was delivering food, and he had to stop obediently, but now he is stepping on his own ground, so what the hell is there to be afraid of!
"Who said that?" Zhang Chi asked back.

"Someone call the police," the policeman repeated.

"It's nothing, whoever reported it to the police, you go to whoever it is," Zhang Chi blurted out and denied.

Is it illegal to play this thing?It's indeed illegal to say it, but if you don't catch it, it's not a crime.

"Can we go in and have a look?" another police officer said.

After hearing this, Zhang Chi knew that these two people were bullying him, seeing that he was an Asian and felt that he was easy to talk to.

Zhang Chi stretched out his hand directly from the car window: "Do you have a search warrant? I didn't ask the judge to issue one for you. Without a search warrant from the judge, you are not allowed to step into my ranch."

If you want to come in and search, there is no problem. Find a judge to issue a search warrant.

Having lived in Fulsen for so many years, Zhang Chi knows that you must not give in as long as your own interests are involved.

What to take a step back, hello, hello, hello, everyone, that is a domestic idea.

Here, at least in the hearts of the old cowboys, it is completely untenable, and they don't have the courage to protect their own interests, so you deserve to be bullied to death.

There may be amended laws in other places. In an emergency, the police can enter your home without a search warrant, but not here. Without a search warrant and without the owner's permission, even the police have no right to enter private land. .

If you enter private territory in this way, even if you find other people's criminal evidence, you can't do it in court.

Not to mention killing a wild animal, sometimes it is killing a person, because the procedure is not correct, the criminal can get away with it, this is not an example, the American way of thinking is different from our country.

Legally, the procedure is first and foremost correct.

Zhang Chi likes it to death. The procedure is correct, and he is so friendly to the rich.

Besides, the police now wear video cameras when they are on duty, so law enforcement is not as casual as it used to be when there was no such thing, which is equivalent to putting a bridle on the police.

Most of the time, the police are also afraid of getting into trouble, because they do it because it is a profession, not a responsibility.

Hearing Zhang Chi's refusal, the white policeman in his forties finally knew that the Asian boy in front of him was not a rookie, he must be an old fritter.

Shrugging his shoulders: "Forget it, we just received a call to the police saying that you hunted wild animals, so come and ask. Since there is no one, let's go."

I reported to the police last night, but two policemen came here this morning. You can imagine whether these policemen take it seriously!

Shooting in the ranch, what the hell is the reason?
What rancher doesn't play with guns on his ranch?

Why is it okay for others to play, but Zhang Chi is fine for shooting a gun here?

It's because some cowboys can't get used to Zhang Chi. To put it plainly, not everyone in Amber town welcomes Zhang Chi, the new rancher.

Not all cowboys are good people, some people have pink eyes, and they don't look down on Zhang Chi, an Asian, so calling the police and making trouble for him is perfectly normal.

The two policemen actually knew in their hearts that they were just here to deal with an errand.

Seeing Zhang Chi's appearance, he knew it was time to get done.

Before getting into the car, the white policeman said to Zhang Chi: "Okay, it's all right, use a gun to be safe in the ranch."

"Thanks, I'll keep an eye out."

Zhang Chi watched the police car leave.

"Who the hell is so boring!"

Zhang Chi muttered when he couldn't see the police car.

The nearby ranchers are not very good at it, because these people probably do this kind of thing a lot. Zhang Chi thought for a while that they might be the bad guys among the white cowboys. Other than them, it is unlikely that others would do this kind of shitty thing.

While Zhang Chi was thinking about it alone, the two policemen in the car also started talking.

The young policeman asked: "I heard that his cattle were attacked. The shooting last night must be a wild animal...".

"Take care of things that have nothing to do with you."

The middle-aged policeman replied lightly while driving.

Then, after telling the bureau about the situation here through the pager, he signaled his colleague to turn off the camera on his body.

The two are now officially off work.

After driving for a while, the middle-aged policeman saw that the rookie beside him seemed to be thinking about something.

So he said aloud: "Hey, rookie, remember Folsom here, there is no big case for you to investigate, and don't hold on to the idea of ​​being a hero. Here, daily life is patrolling and then returning home safely." , Sitting with the family and eating dinner happily, this is a beautiful day."

The middle-aged policeman knew that the raw melon egg next to him might be holding some lofty ideals, but he didn't care, he just wanted to retire peacefully and receive a pension to live a peaceful life.

He didn't care about whether he shot and hunted illegally last night, and no one cared about it. As long as they didn't hit someone, the police would pretend they didn't see it.

As for asking a judge for a search warrant, he didn't even think about it lazily. No judge would issue you such a search warrant without enough evidence.

how?

What can a judge do?
The judges are also politicians, and these ranchers, large and small, are the patrons of the politicians. It is common to offend their parents, and it is rare for politicians to fall out with their patrons.

Politicians don't count on these ranchers, big and small, to pay for their campaigns. Could it be that they count on bitter cowboys?

Playing the piano randomly, if you really count on them, which rancher here would dare not pay the minimum wage?
Look now, which rancher in this area pays the cowboys according to the minimum wage standard!
Not to mention one thousand dollars a month, there are more than eight hundred. The cowboys work almost twelve hours a day, and there are few days off in January.

There are Mexican cowboys working illegally on many ranches who may be paid less.

Can politicians see as long as they are not blind?

Why no one cares?
The young rookie has a lot to learn. The first thing to know is that the most important thing is to work here and avoid trouble for yourself.

"But...".

"No this, no but," said the white policeman.

"Why did you go in just now?"

"Let me check his background. If he is easy to speak, it will be a criterion in the future. If he is not easy to speak, another criterion...".

An old fried dough stick is an old fried dough stick, which vividly interprets the one of watching people order food.

For him, what kind of personality does he have what kind of coping methods.

If you want to count on these ranchers to be honest, then you might as well save yourself some snacks.

As an old policeman, if he said that the rancher and the cowboys are good law-abiding people, they would laugh out loud when they heard this.

Guys who can stand up to the National Guard with guns, do you think they are good citizens?

So what is it like to be a good citizen?

"No matter what ethnicity he is, the rancher here is the rancher. The size of the ranch represents their energy. Remember this, don't make trouble for yourself, you are just a little policeman, not a SUPER HERO!" the old policeman Said.

After a few days of getting along, he felt that this rookie was not bad, so he had to mention something, don't make him feel that he is on the side of justice, watching movies and TV shows is stupid, we are just doing a job.

justice?

Let’s forget it, the two little policemen. No one complains and no major crimes happen. The greatest happiness is to get along safely until retirement.

Arrived at the mouth of the town.

"Come on, let's eat something."

The old police officer parked the police car next to a small restaurant in the town, ready to have some breakfast.

Zhang Chi is now running after his own sheep, holding a stick in his hand, trying to drive these guys away, who can stand these dung making machines that shit everywhere.

And he also picks to pull near his RV.

Fortunately, the weather has not yet reached its hottest time, otherwise the smell would not be able to live in people, even if people live in, flies and mosquitoes can kill people.

Each sheep received a few sticks, and these sheep finally understood the dangers of human beings. When they brought them here, they had a smile on their faces, but when they came back here, they immediately changed their faces.

Seeing that the sheep didn't dare touch the range of his RV for [-] meters, Zhang Chi returned to the RV with a stick in his hands, cursing.

After eating breakfast and feeding the meowing kitten, Zhang Chi got into the car and came to the city again to buy some fences to strengthen his own fence along the foot of the mountain.

Halfway to the road, Zhang Chi found that the two policemen he saw in the morning were squatting on the side of the road.

You don't need to ask, you know that these two are catching speeding.

It's interesting for the police to catch speeding. They hide secretly, take a thing to take a photo of the car, and immediately pull the alarm and fine them as soon as they follow the speed. Fishing and law enforcement are very common here.

But Zhang Chi didn't speed. It wasn't that he didn't dare, but that he was afraid that a herd of deer would suddenly rush out by the side of the road, and his own life would be lost.

Seeing these two people, Zhang Chi warmly extended his hand to say hello.

The old policeman saw that he was a social veteran, so he came over and had a few words with Zhang Chi, and then said goodbye like a friend.

Society, this is called maturity.

(End of this chapter)