The real life of an American police officer: Winning over others with virtue

Chapter 100 Mission
It's around 7pm.

After dinner, Tifa said she wanted to go see Genos one last time, and Eric, who considered himself the perfect boyfriend, naturally went with her.

But once he reached the hospital lobby, Eric's sixth sense seemed to detect something. He stopped in his tracks as if sensing something and turned to look at the bus stop sign in the distance.

As it turned out, he did discover an unexpected scene.

A black man was seen walking onto the slowly coming to a stop bus.

Eric had not forgotten that familiar face and the strong impression it left on him.

It was McCall, the ride-hailing driver.

He glanced at the hospital, then at the bus that had already driven away; the main purpose of this bus stop was to serve the hospital.

"What a coincidence? That's strange. Does he have someone else who's been admitted to the hospital?"

Eric's stop made Tifa instinctively stop as well. Following his gaze, she saw nothing but the bus that was about to disappear from sight.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, I just saw a very mysterious guy." Eric shook his head, suppressing the strange feeling in his heart, and took Tifa's hand, leading her towards the elevator waiting area.

"let's go."

Tifa nodded and did not ask any further questions.

But Eric looked back as he walked away and discovered something quite strange.

Two more tall, strong men with broad shoulders and thick backs walked into the hospital together. They were wearing denim jackets, casual pants, and leather shoes, looking every bit the part of someone who could ride a Harley-Davidson motorcycle.

The two men have typical European features, and are most likely Russian.

"Russian?"

Eric narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the two men stop at the front desk and ask something. He then whispered to Tifa:
"Shall we wait a bit?"

"Huh?" Tifa sensed something and turned around to look. When she saw the two men standing in front of the front desk, she immediately understood what Eric meant.

"it is good!"

She is an expert in criminal psychology and now even wants to work in criminal profiling, so she can naturally understand her boyfriend's thoughts and ideas.

“Those two men have tattoos on their tiger's mouths,” Tifa whispered.

“СМЕРТЬ means death, and the number of five blood drops should represent the number of times someone has been killed.”

Eric deliberately slowed his pace, holding Tifa's hand, and looked at Tifa with a surprised expression.

You know so much?
Tifa noticed the message in Eric's eyes, gave him a look that said nothing, implying he was looking down on someone.

Eric smiled and stopped in front of the descending elevator with Tifa. Through the reflection on the wall, he saw the two Russians walking briskly towards them while observing their surroundings, and finally stopping right behind them.

The atmosphere inexplicably became heavy as their thoughts raced.

Tifa's breathing became a little heavy, but she wasn't afraid because her boyfriend Eric was there. Eric provided a great deal of security in this regard, and as long as Eric was there, she wouldn't be afraid.

Two people stepped out of the elevator.

Eric led Tifa inside, pressed the button for the fifth floor on the floor control panel, and then turned with Tifa to face the elevator doors.

Under the watchful eyes of the two men, the two Russians followed them in. Their tall, muscular figures instantly filled the space in front of them, and their physiques and cold faces created a strong sense of oppression.

The Russian standing on the right glanced at the lit-up fifth floor button and reached out to press the sixth floor button.

This happens to be the floor where Genos and Terry are located. Combining all the information, their purpose is quite clear.

Tifa even saw the neck tattoos the two Russians were hiding under their collars—it was the dome of an Orthodox church.

Eric and Tifa exchanged a glance, and the elevator began to slowly ascend.

As the elevator ascended, the two Russians standing in front also observed Eric and his companion out of the corner of their eyes, using the reflection from the elevator shaft.

The handsome man and beautiful woman were quite eye-catching.

Eric was also tall and strong, no less so than the two of them, just a little thinner and not as burly as them.

Ding!
The elevator doors stopped on the fifth floor and slowly opened to both sides.

Eric didn't move but nudged Tifa, who immediately understood and stared blankly at Eric.

The two Russians frowned.

"Go outside and wait for me."

Eric smiled and nodded, while Tifa took a deep breath and expressionlessly slipped through the gap to quickly exit the elevator.

This strange situation caused the two Russians to exchange glances, instinctively sensing that something was amiss, before turning back to look at Eric, whose smile had vanished and whose expression had become calm.

Click! The elevator doors closed at that moment.

Tifa, who had already walked out, took a breath and quickly ran towards the nearby stairs while taking out her phone to dial 911.

Inside the elevator, the humming sound of the elevator starting up rang out again.

Meeting the menacing gazes of the two Russians, Eric smiled and said:

"You're from the Rusty Harbor gang? Could it be..."

Before they could finish speaking, the two Russians acted decisively and ruthlessly.

The Russian standing on the right took a half-step forward with his left leg, like a compressed spring plate.

Eric, arriving late but arriving early, saw the Russian's movement on the right and knew it was a preparation for a low sweep with his right foot, so he suddenly raised his left knee.

At the same time, the Russian's right leg swept across Eric's left knee like a steel whip, colliding with the thickest part of the front edge of Eric's shinbone, which had precisely blocked the trajectory of the attack.

boom!
The sweeping leg collided with the shinbone with a dull thud!

Eric remained motionless.

The Russian man on the right's pupils constricted sharply, knowing that this kick was enough to break an ordinary person's leg bone, but he also realized that this was a formidable opponent.

Before the sweeping leg landed, his clenched right fist had already spiraled from his waist, the knuckles drawing a deadly arc, aiming straight for Eric's left ear behind his mastoid process.

This is his combination move, a low sweep that quickly destroys balance, paired with a right hook that can knock an ordinary person unconscious on the spot.

However, Eric seemed to anticipate his movements and reacted in advance, leaning back sharply. Just as the fist grazed past his ear...
While raising your right hand to block the Russian's right wrist, your left hand follows up by grabbing his elbow joint, using his strength and momentum to suddenly bend him up.

The Russian man on the right felt pain in his joint, and his body activated a protective mechanism to prevent his hand from breaking, so he subconsciously bent it in the direction of the force.

Eric raised his right hand in a swift motion, his palm pressing against the other man's face with tremendous force, slamming his head against the car wall.

boom!
The Russian man on the right slammed his head against the wall of the carriage, creating a 3cm deep dent. The impact nearly drove him to madness, leaving his eyes wide open.

The overhead light flickered with each heavy blow, freezing the fighting figures into a fragmented, violent silent film.

Eric quickly completed the entire sequence of movements, ignoring the situation of the Russian on the right, and at the same time, his peripheral vision swiftly swept towards the Russian on the left.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Russian on the left take advantage of the moment he was fighting with the Russian on the right to pull out a gleaming ninja concealed knife from his pocket.

The 12-centimeter-long double-edged dagger extended in 0.2 seconds, its blade gleaming with a ghostly blue light. Without uttering a sound, it thrust directly at his left shoulder below the collarbone. It specifically targets the most vulnerable area of ​​the human body—the deltoid muscle—and its strike is incredibly ruthless.

But Eric seemed to have a premonition, having already noticed the simultaneous movements of the two Russians. He successfully countered the right Russian in an instant, and his focus shifted to the attacking left Russian.

The first strike came later. With a pre-prepared side dodge, the Russian man on the left slashed downwards with his right hand, while his left hand grabbed the man's wrist from below. The right hand then pulled back and upwards again, slapping the man's right cheek hard like a slap.

Snapped!
A loud slap echoed in the narrow space of the elevator, making the Russian man's head buzz and leaving him momentarily speechless.

Eric's movements didn't stop; he continued his attack. After delivering the slap with his right hand, as his left hand broke free, he swept downwards and to the right, creating a large, spiraling, controlling arm-wrapping motion.
As he swept his arm upwards, he pressed his palm against the left Russian's chin again, creating a pushing motion that forcefully caused the left Russian to knock down the right Russian who had just regained consciousness.

boom!
The two collided with each other, disrupting their initial momentum.

Eric continued to pull the Russian man's arm down, following his lateral movement, forcing him to twist it around at the joint in order to avoid severing his arm.

He clenched his right fist and delivered a powerful punch to his jaw, cracking with a resounding snap! The sound of bones breaking mingled with the creaking of the elevator cables.

The Russian man on the left fainted on the spot and was knocked to the ground by Eric.

This guy's fighting skills are much worse than the one on the right.

"Ёбатьтвоюмать" (a common Russian swear word meaning "fuck you"), the right-handed Russian, now fully awake, cursed angrily and continued to throw a powerful right hook.

Eric, expressionless, dodged the opponent's right hook while simultaneously delivering a powerful left uppercut that pierced the air and struck the Russian man's right abdomen.

boom!
This punch, precisely targeting the liver area, can trigger a vagal nerve reflex inhibition, causing the target to instantly lose the ability to move.

This is what's known as the "Liver-Exploding Fist"!
Even the robust right-wing Russian couldn't withstand it, and he slammed into the wall, his face contorted in pain.

Before Eric could follow up with a combination of uppercuts, the excruciating pain caused his body to automatically curl up like a shrimp, and he knelt on the ground, retching and passing out.

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"call!"

Tifa had just rushed up to the sixth floor and stopped in front of the elevator. Listening to the sounds coming from inside, she looked worried and anxious. Although she trusted Eric, she couldn't suppress the worry in her heart.

Click!
The elevator doors opened before her, and the scene inside left her momentarily stunned.

Eric was standing in the center, adjusting his clothes, while two motionless Russians lay at his feet.

"So fast?" Tifa blinked cutely, staring blankly at Eric, who was dragging his two limp bodies out of the elevator, looking like he was dragging two old mops.

For the first time, she truly felt Eric's prowess, and not just in bed.
"if not?"

Eric let go, watching Tifa's expression suddenly change from cold and aloof to charming and innocent. He couldn't help but gently tap her smooth forehead with his index finger to bring her back to her senses.

"Did you call the police?"

Tifa covered her forehead, relieved, gave Eric a reproachful look, and nodded.

"That's good."

Eric nodded, then crouched down and began searching the two unconscious Russians. In no time, he found a CZ-75 "Phantom" semi-automatic pistol and an injection filled with a mysterious liquid on them.

"What do you think this injection is?" Eric asked Tifa, who was frowning, as he examined the syringe in his hand.

Tifa frowned: "Only one injection needle? These two's target should be that girl, Terry?"

Eric, holding a CZ-75 "Phantom" semi-automatic pistol, stood up and raised an eyebrow, saying:
"Was this murder to silence them? Why do you think they would kill someone to cover it up?"

Tifa said, “Darling, I wish I could know all of this too.”

Eric smiled, and combining all this information, a few ideas began to form in his mind:
"I think I've got some ideas."

At this point, he finally understood why he had subconsciously felt something was wrong when he heard the word "very small".

Because the Rusty Harbor gang is very likely involved in heinous crimes such as child trafficking, and Terry may be one of their victims.

Therefore, in order to prevent this matter from being exposed, the Rusty Harbor gang chose to send someone to assassinate Terry, since killing someone is commonplace for gangsters.

Conversely, if Terry were just an ordinary prostitute, the Rusty Harbor gang would have had no reason to assassinate her.

Of course, this is just speculation and requires further verification and proof.

But perhaps because of the mental boost, Eric always felt that his brain and sixth sense had evolved.

Tifa was somewhat surprised and wanted to ask Eric, but the noise she heard interrupted her and she turned around to look.

Two patrol officers were rushing over, attracting the attention of many people.

It was Manny and Ron; this was their patrol area, so the dispatch center would naturally assign the incidents here to them.

At that moment, the medical staff in the corridor all looked towards the elevator waiting area.

"Go and check on Genos first."

Eric smiled at Tifa when he saw Manny and Ron rushing over.

"I might be able to avenge your brother and also free his girlfriend from the gang's control."

Tifa looked at Eric and noticed his seriousness, but wisely refrained from asking.

She knew Eric's personality well; she knew that no one could stop him from doing what he wanted, and she also knew that he didn't want her involved.

After all, the matter concerning her brother Genos was over.

"Please tell my brother-in-law that I went to great lengths to help him," Eric joked, even at this moment.

Tifa looked at Eric's helpless expression; this guy was as helpless as ever.
“Go ahead.” Eric gestured as Manny and Ron approached.

"Leave this to me, we can discuss it in more detail later."

Upon hearing this, Tifa could only obediently nod and leave the spot before the two patrol officers arrived.

Manny and Ron glanced at Tifa as she passed by, but did not stop her. Then they looked at the two unconscious Russians and Eric standing to the side, and shrugged.

"So, Eric, can you tell us what exactly happened?"

Because the location was this hospital and because of Eric's connections, they responded very quickly.

Eric said calmly, "Officers, I suspect these two guys are planning to assassinate my brother-in-law and his girlfriend?"

Upon hearing this, both Manny and Ron frowned simultaneously, wondering what Eric was up to.

"Look, I found this on them: an injection needle of some unknown substance and a CZ-75 rifle."

Eric calmly said, holding the injection needle in one hand and the CZ-75 "Phantom" in the other.

“You can check the identities of these two people and the surveillance footage here to understand what I’m saying.”

"Ding!

A system notification sounded in Eric's mind—

[Trigger Task]
[Solving Child Trafficking Cases]
[Completion Reward: +0.5]
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It turns out that as long as the patrol officer is not dismissed from his post, he can retain his police authority even during his leave, which can trigger the system's task mechanism.

He was in compliance with California law, which allows him to temporarily resume law enforcement powers during his leave in case of an emergency that falls within his jurisdiction and is urgent.

(End of this chapter)