You’re a US Police Officer, Why Are You Always Thinking About Going Back to the East?

"What did you say? That guy, Leon Vans, went to the East Union?!"

"Is he crazy? In Seattle he was an elite, a hero, a shining star of the police force with a yearly salary of one hundred thousand dollars and unlimited prospects! He actually gave all that up and ran to the East Union, a place the media calls the Iron Curtain City? What is he thinking?!"

By now, Leon Vans has already crossed the Pacific, but if he heard this, he would only respond with a cold laugh.

As a soul who transmigrated with memories of a parallel world, when Leon first landed in the United States, he was in despair.

Wasn’t the internet supposed to be lying? What happened to the sweet air and delicious water? What are all those homeless tents on every street?

Wasn’t there supposed to be freedom and democracy? Why is the middle class dragged to the edge of death by enormous medical bills after just a minor cold?

Wasn’t public safety supposed to be good? Why does he, a patrol officer, have to wear a bulletproof vest weighing more than ten pounds every day, and constantly worry that some addict on the roadside will pull a .38 from his pants?

What do you mean there are federal taxes, local taxes, union dues, rent, car payments, medical insurance, and student loans?

After paying all that, what is there left to eat?

Yes, what to eat?

He wants to go home, back to the East where at two in the morning he can still have barbecue skewers, and even if he slacks off, at worst he can just go work in a factory.

But in this life, that powerful Eastern country is the hardest place in the world for immigrants to enter.

Fortunately, he has the Law-Enforcement Justice Enhancement System. As long as he handles police calls, he can earn points to improve attributes and exchange for items.

And so, on the streets of Seattle, a bizarre model patrol officer appears.