Zhang Chi drove the manure-making machines fifty meters away and waited for him to turn back. He didn't take a few steps when he turned around and found that the manure-making machines had followed him again.
"Follow me again, and I'll roast the whole sheep later. Dogs don't know how to behave at all. How many bugs will you attract by pooping so much?" Zhang Chi cursed again at the sheep.
BAA Baa baa!
The ten sheep kept bleating at Zhang Chi.
"No, are you guys scolding me?"
Zhang Chi felt that he would not be considered a rancher if he didn't deal with these guys today, so he turned around and rubbed his sleeves while looking for any sticks or anything like that on the ground.
The grass wasn't clean, but there weren't any sticks to grab. There were only two or three twigs, but they weren't as thick as a finger.
Just as he was about to turn around and grab a stick to clean up the manure makers, Zhang Chi suddenly heard a siren sounding, whining quite close.
He looked up and saw that it seemed to be coming from the gate of his ranch, so Zhang Chi drove the pickup truck to take a look.
When I got to the door, I saw that it was really the door of my own house.
A blue and white police car was parked at the gate of the ranch, and two strong 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, last night someone called the police and reported that there were gunshots on your ranch and 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 childish look on his face. He looked like he had just graduated and was still a rookie.
The white policeman who spoke had a serious face. In Chinese terms, his face was as straight as Changbai Mountain, and he looked businesslike.
Zhang Chi didn't like him.
Who are you showing this stinky face to?
In the past, when he was delivering food, when the police stopped him on the road, he had to stop obediently, but now he was stepping on the ground of his own house, so what the hell was he afraid of!
"Who said that?" Zhang Chi asked.
"Someone called the police," the policeman repeated.
"It's nothing, go find whoever reported it to the police," Zhang Chi denied.
Is it illegal to hit this thing? It sounds like it is illegal, but if you don’t catch it, then it’s not illegal.
"Can we go in and take a look?" another policeman said.
After hearing this, Zhang Chi knew that these two people were bullying him. Seeing that he was Asian, he 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 have not asked the judge to issue one for you. You are not allowed to step into my ranch without a search warrant from the judge."
If you want to come in and search, there is no problem. Find a judge and issue a search warrant. If not, then get away from me.
After living in Folsom for so many years, Zhang Chi knows that you must not give in when your own interests are involved.
Why do you take a step back and say hello to me and hello to everyone? That is the domestic idea.
Here, at least in the minds of the old cowboys, this is completely unfounded. They don't have the courage to protect their own interests, so you deserve to be bullied to death.
Other places may have amended laws that allow the police to enter your home without a search warrant in critical circumstances, but not here. Even the police have no authority to enter private land without a search warrant or the owner's permission.
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If you enter private property in this way, even if you find evidence of someone else's crime, you won't be able to do anything in court.
Not to mention killing a wild animal, sometimes even if you kill a human being, the criminal can get away with it because of incorrect procedures. This is not an exception. American thinking is different from that in our country.
Legally, the first thing is that the procedure is correct.
Zhang Chi loves it because the program is so correct and so friendly to rich people.
Moreover, the police now wear cameras when they are on duty, so law enforcement is not as casual as before before this equipment was available, which is equivalent to putting a halter on the police.
Most of the time, police officers are afraid of getting into trouble because they work as police officers because it is a profession, not a responsibility.
Hearing Zhang Chi's refusal, the forty-year-old white policeman finally realized that the Asian boy in front of him was not a rookie, but must be a veteran.
He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Forget it, we just received a call from the police saying that you were hunting wild animals. Come and ask. Since you didn't, let's go."
I called the police last night, but two policemen just came this morning. Do you think these policemen take it seriously?
Shooting in the pasture, what the hell is the reason for this?
What rancher doesn’t play with guns on his ranch?
Why is it okay for others to have fun, but it’s okay for Zhang Chi to shoot?
It's because some cowboys can't stand Zhang Chi. To put it clearly, not everyone in Amber Town welcomes Zhang Chi, the new rancher.
Not all cowboys are good people, and some of them suffer from pinkeye. In addition, they simply despise Zhang Chi, an Asian. It is perfectly normal to call the police and cause trouble for him.
The two policemen actually understood in their hearts that they were just here to handle some errands.
Seeing Zhang Chi's appearance, he knew it was time to get over it.
Before getting into the car, the white policeman said to Zhang Chi: "Okay, it's okay. Use your gun and pay attention to safety in the ranch."
"Thanks, I'll pay attention."
Zhang Chi watched the police car leave.
"Who the hell is so boring!"
Zhang Chi muttered as he couldn't see the police car.
The ranchers nearby were not very good at it, because these people probably did this very often. Zhang Chi thought for a moment that they might be bad elements among the white cowboys, and other than them it was unlikely that anyone else would do such a bad 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 cow was attacked. He must have shot a wild animal last night...".
"Don't worry about things that have nothing to do with you."
The middle-aged policeman replied lightly while driving.
Then, after informing the bureau about the situation through the pager, he motioned to his colleagues to turn off their cameras.
The two of them are now officially off work.
After driving for a while, the middle-aged policeman saw that the rookie beside him seemed to be still thinking about something.
So he said aloud: "Hey, rookie, remember Folsom here, there are no big cases for you to investigate, and don't think about being a hero. Here, your daily life is to patrol, and then return home safely.
, sitting together with my family and eating dinner happily, this is a beautiful day.”
The middle-aged policeman knew that the raw man next to him might have some lofty ideals, but he didn't care. He just wanted to live a peaceful life until he retires, collects a pension, and lives a peaceful life.
Whether he was shooting for illegal hunting last night, he didn't care about this issue, and no one cared about it. As long as he didn't hit anyone, the police would pretend they didn't see it.
As for asking a judge for a search warrant, he didn't even bother to think about it. No judge would issue such a search warrant for you without enough evidence.
how?
Can a judge do whatever he wants?
The judges are also politicians, and these ranchers, large and small, are the financial backers of politicians. It is common for politicians to offend their parents, but it is rare for politicians to fall out with their sponsors.
Politicians don’t expect these ranchers, big and small, to contribute money to campaign, so how can they expect the hard-working cowboys?
If you really count on them, which rancher here would dare not pay the minimum wage?
Now look at which rancher in this area pays cowboys the minimum wage!
Not to mention one thousand dollars a month, there are more than eight hundred dollars. Cowboys work almost twelve hours a day and don't have a few days off in a month.
Many ranches have Mexican cowboys working illegally, and their wages may be lower.
As long as politicians are not blind, can they not see?
Why doesn't anyone care?
Young rookies have a lot to learn. The first thing they need to know is that when working here, the most important thing is to avoid causing trouble to themselves.
"But...".
"There is no this and no but," the white policeman said.
"Why did you go in just now?"
"I'll check his background. If he's easy to talk to, that will be one criterion in the future. If he's not easy to talk to, there'll be another criterion..."
Laoyoutiao is Laoyoutiao, and it vividly interprets the concept of watching people order food.
For him, what kind of personality does he have and what kind of coping methods he has.
If you want to expect these ranchers to be honest, you might as well save your worries.
As a veteran police officer, he said that ranchers and these cowboys are good people who abide by the law. I guess they themselves laughed out loud when they heard this.
Guys who can take on guns and confront the National Guard, do you think they are good citizens?
So what is it like to not be a good citizen?
"No matter what his origin is, a rancher here is a rancher. The size of the ranch represents how powerful they are. Remember this, don't make trouble for yourself. You are just a small policeman, not a SUPER HERO!" the old police officer
said.
After getting along with him for a few days, he felt that this rookie was not bad. He had to remind him not to make him think that he was on the righteous side and that he would be fooled by watching movies and TV series. We are just doing a job.
justice?
We two little policemen should just forget about it. No one will complain and no major cases will happen. Living in peace until retirement is the greatest happiness.
Arrive at the entrance of the town.
"Come on, let's have something to eat."
The old police officer parked the police car next to a small restaurant in the town and prepared to have some breakfast.
Zhang Chi is currently chasing his own sheep, holding a stick in his hand, trying to drive these guys away. Who can stand these manure machines that poop everywhere?
And he also specifically picked it up near his RV.
Fortunately, the weather is not at its hottest yet, otherwise the smell would not be able to attract people. Even if it does, flies and mosquitoes can kill people.
Each sheep was hit with a few sticks. These sheep finally understood that people's hearts are sinister. They had smiles on their faces when they brought them here, but when they came back here, they immediately changed their faces.
Seeing that the sheep did not dare to touch his RV within fifty meters, Zhang Chi returned to the RV with a stick and curses.
After breakfast and feeding the meowing kitten, Zhang Chi drove to the city again to buy some fences to strengthen his fence along the foot of the mountain.
Halfway there, Zhang Chi found the two policemen he had seen in the morning squatting on the roadside.
Without even asking, I knew that these two were trying to catch someone speeding.
It's fun for the police to catch someone speeding. They hide secretly, take a photo of something at the car, and immediately sound the alarm and fine them as soon as they speed. This is very common here.
However, Zhang Chi did not speed. It was not because he did not dare, but because he was afraid that a group of deer would suddenly appear on the roadside and his life would be in danger.
Seeing these two people, Zhang Chi extended his hand to say hello warmly.
The old policeman looked like he was a social veteran, so he actually came over and chatted with Zhang Chi, and then said goodbye as if he were a friend.