I love you, I won't kill you

"Very good, perfect plan. So, Julie Mitchell, do you know Chicago's regulations on privately purchased weapons?" Claire asked before returning to her shooting bay.

"Well, not sure. But you can tell me now." This time, Julie no longer used the Glock 17 pistol to shoot, but picked up the AR-15 semi-automatic rifle that was put aside.

"Be careful, this gun is very powerful." Claire glanced at Julie and said with concern.

"Thanks, I know. Well, you can tell me about Chicago's gun rules when I'm done shooting."

When Julie put down the civilian version of the M16 carbine (AR-15) again, Claire took off the earmuffs and carefully examined the breast ring target paper in her hand that had a big hole in her chest.

While looking at the target paper, he glanced at Julie twice, "Pretty Miss Mitchell, are you interested in going to the police academy?"

Julie raised her eyebrows triumphantly while smiling, "Well, I'm sorry, I'm not interested in the police academy. Of course, what I mean is that I would prefer to have a dialogue with you on an equal footing on another platform."

Claire was amused, "Please, why do you think that after graduating from the police academy, you will definitely become my subordinate?"

"Well, I don't want to talk about that anymore. Right now, I'm only interested in gun licenses."

"Whatever you want. Listen, Chicago has strict gun laws and prohibits private ownership of handguns."

"Oh, so how did that Asian guy from last year and those gangsters on the west and south sides of Chicago get a pistol or something?"

"Julie Mitchell, you're still the same as you were in 12th grade, straight to the point and leaving no stone unturned."

Claire was a little helpless, but said patiently, "The illegal purchase and use of pistols you mentioned is one of my job contents. If you want to obtain a gun license through legal means, I think it is still possible."

Julie leaned on the cubicle, "Okay, tell me."

"It's easy. Just go to the Illinois ATF website, fill out an application for a weapons possession license, pay the $2.5 registration fee and a 'clearance certificate'."

"Criminal clearance? Well, it's easy to do. So, what's the ATF?"

Claire explained, "ATF is the abbreviation of the Administration of Tobacco, Alcohol, Firearms and Explosives under the US Department of Justice."

Julie nodded with her arms on her chest, and after thinking for a few seconds, she asked again, "If the ATF sends me a weapon possession license, can I use it in California as well?"

"In theory, it is possible. However, it depends on whether California recognizes Illinois's gun license."

"God, that's impossible, isn't it?"

Claire shrugged and said, "Of course, this is entirely possible. Because this country is a federal system, different states have different regulations on gun control."

Hearing this, Julie thought to herself, "It seems that I can only apply for a gun license in Illinois."

Seeing that she didn't speak, Claire added something funny, "If one day, you really become a district attorney. I think you can hold guns throughout the United States without being restricted by state and local regulations."

"Well, I know, the 'Law Enforcement Officer Safety Act' passed in '04."

"Well, I've told you all I know. Now, do you have anything to say?"

Julie smiled and said, "Well, I want to say I'm done venting, is that okay?"

Claire said in great relief, "Okay, why not? Well, it's time for me to take you home."

....................

At 8:45 in the evening, as soon as Julie opened the door, she saw her mother's enthusiastic smiling face, "Hi, Mommy!"

Isabella hugged her daughter happily, "Sweetheart, did you have a good time with Detective Morgan tonight?"

Julie waved to Claire who was about to drive away, closed the door and walked into the spacious living room with her mother.Ralph was sitting on the sofa, and when he heard the mother and daughter talking, he said, "Our little angel is back."

After stroking the "whiskey" lying on the side of the sofa a few times, Julie solemnly said to her parents, "Daddy, Mommy, well, I want to apply for a gun license, is that okay?"

Isabella blinked and looked at Ralph opposite.After hesitating for a few seconds, he asked his daughter with concern and seriousness, "Sweetheart, can you tell me your reason?"

"I'm about to graduate from law school in two years, and I'm definitely going to be a lawyer in the future. But, do you know what my ultimate career aspirations are?"

"Own your own law firm?" Ralph asked casually.

"Well, that's not the ultimate ideal. Well, I tell you, the District Attorney."

As soon as Julie finished speaking, Isabella exclaimed happily, "Ralph, did you hear what our daughter said?"

Ralph smiled and nodded, "Yes, I heard you."

"After becoming a district attorney, there will be many enemies in life and work. Right?"

"That's right. If these bastards don't get life sentences, they get parole..."

"Ralph, what are you talking about?" Isabella stopped her husband.

"Mommy, Daddy's words are correct. So, I have to use all methods to protect myself, don't I?" Julie comforted her mother and said softly.

"Sweetheart, you are an adult, you should know what you are doing. Mommy only hopes that you can be happy, happy, and live in safety." Isabella held her daughter's hand and said.

Julie nodded, "Thank you Mommy and Daddy. Uh, there's one more thing."

"What's the matter?" Ralph asked.

"When I was in San Diego, I got in touch with Connie Hendricks. She agreed to let me do a summer job while her assistant was off."

"No problem. The firm's work is only from 8:05 am to 30:[-] pm." Isabella said.

"But, I have to find time to learn Spanish. I'm sorry, Mommy, but I don't have much time to spend with you."

Ralph laughed, "My daughter, Mommy won't blame you."

Isabella smiled and said, "Of course, my baby. On weekends, we can have a barbecue party at home. By the way, invite Alice, the police detectives, and your classmates to join us."

Then Ralph changed the subject and asked, "Honey, why do you want to learn Spanish?"

Julie went to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of drinking water and a bottle of beer and said, "Daddy, nearly half of California's population is Spanish-speaking Latino. If I can't speak Spanish, how can I tell you?" To stay in the judiciary in California?"

She drank the drinking water herself, and prepared the beer for "whiskey".Immediately, he turned to his mother and asked, "Mum, why did you invite Alice to the house party?"

"Honey, I'm sorry. I didn't call you when the golden retriever got into a car accident." Isabella said with an apologetic smile.

"I repeat, her name is Amanda." Julie's answer was very direct.

"Okay. Your dad and I are worried that you can't accept this, so..."

"Forget it, I don't want to talk about this issue today. Let me calm down, okay?" After finishing speaking, Julie stood up and walked upstairs to her room.

Walking and calling the St. Bernard next to the sofa, "Whisky, come here!"

Lying on the long-lost big bed, Julie stroked the St. Bernard lying beside her, "Whisky, are you okay? I think you must be very sad about the death of 'Amanda', right?"

"Should I tell Amanda about this?"

"Forget it, let's not tell her. It's too weird for Amanda to hear that 'Amanda' died."

"But Alice is Amanda's friend. What the hell am I supposed to do?"

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