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

Chapter 103 Invasion
"You stay here and watch over him, I'll take him there."

The Russian leading the way spoke in Russian to one of the Russians guarding the entrance to the passageway.

"Okay, a new face? Will there be any problems?"

"No, he has a business card. We can just find him any girl to deal with."

Eric watched as the Russian leader and another Russian man conversed, seemingly unable to understand Russian.

In fact, he has already raised his language proficiency to the LV4 level.

He may not be familiar with some less common languages, but he can still understand and speak the mainstream languages.

"Let's go." The Russian leading the way turned to look at him and instantly switched to English.

Eric glanced impatiently at the other Russian who was staring at him, and then followed him inside.

Just like outside, there was a long corridor, but the atmosphere had changed, thanks to the small purple lights around and the occasional music playing.

Eric glanced at the top of the corridor and saw another surveillance camera.

After walking to the end of the passage and turning a corner, there was another small space, similar to a bar area for drinking.

Several men were sitting at the bar talking, surrounded by women dressed in fur coats and flamboyant attire. A bartender was standing behind the bar.

"Julio," the bartender greeted the Russian who was leading the group.

The Russian waved his hand as a greeting and continued leading Eric deeper into the interior.

After walking through one private little space after another, and through corridors inlaid with walnut wood doors and small rooms after room, Eric had become too lazy to observe anymore, because the place was winding and quite convoluted.

He had only one thought in his mind: This place is really damn big.

However, when Eric saw the vast space that appeared before him, he knew the real show was about to begin.

Aside from the women behind them, the passing waiters, the pungent perfume in the air, and the oil paintings on the wall.

There's also a large space in front, with the same bar and the same standing tables.

There's a blind spot on the left, and a door on the right.

This space is unusually free of surveillance cameras, whereas there are definitely more cameras in front of it. Perhaps it's because they feel no one can get past them, but the security here seems more relaxed.

Fortunately, he was brought in by someone; otherwise, if he had actually broken through from the outside, there would have been chaos long ago, as this place is too big.

At the same time, the people here were no longer guests, but five Russians.

They either drink alcohol or play cards.

The key point was to let Eric know from the bulging waistbands that these people were armed, and he glanced at the small door on the right out of the corner of his eye.

All the Russians looked at Eric with observing eyes.

Eric said impatiently, "So this is your best service? Are you trying to fool me?"

The Russian leading the group turned to Eric and said, "I'll show you what I'm made of in a moment."

"Julio!" the Russian standing behind the bar called out in Russian.

“We’re not keen on new faces these days.”

The Russian leading the group nodded and said, "Give him any room you like, and send that bitch Audrey over to serve him."

"So?" The Russian behind the bar looked at Eric.

“He’s rich.” The Russian man named Giulio turned to look at Eric, instantly switching to English:
"Where's the money?"

Under the watchful eyes of these Russians, Eric took a wad of cash from his pocket and threw it on the bar counter.

"Is that enough? The rest is for you country bumpkins as tips."

The Russians present looked at each other and burst into laughter, as if they had seen something amusing.

The Russian behind the bar didn't order anything; he just picked up the cash, glanced at it, tossed a bunch of keys over, and continued laughing in Russian.

"Take him in and let him choose from a few girls."

Money is a wonderful thing. I was just a person before, but now I can choose.

Giulio nodded, feeling he had found a good catch, and his gaze towards Eric softened.

"bring it on."

Eric followed him inside, first glancing at a security camera at the end of the corridor, then looking back at it.

The five Russians there didn't care about anything else; they were just chatting and laughing because of the wad of cash he'd given them.

The passageway was filled with dim lighting, and loud music could be heard from time to time.

For some reason, Eric thought of singing karaoke in his past life, when he was a karaoke enthusiast.

Wait a minute, isn't this scene just like a karaoke bar?
They watched as the Russian named Giulio stopped at a small walnut door in the middle to rear section.

Eric looked up at the surveillance camera six meters away at the far end of the road and silently took out the knife he had secretly taken earlier from his pocket.

"You can sit inside for a while and get familiar with the environment. I'll bring the girls over."

Giulio had no idea what Eric was doing. As if he knew no one was inside, he took out his key, unlocked the door, and pushed it open.

But just as he finished this step, Eric suddenly threw the knife in his hand at the surveillance camera above.

Snapped!
A crisp sound rang out as Eric's incredibly precise throw pierced the lens of the surveillance camera.

Giulio, bewildered by the noise, instinctively looked at Eric.

But Eric had already stepped forward at the same time, quickly closing in behind Giulio.

Before he could react, Eric's right hand gripped his chin like an iron clamp, while his left hand simultaneously locked the back of his neck. In a flash, Eric's arm muscles tensed, and he suddenly exerted force in a cross motion.

"Crack!"

A sharp crack shattered in the air, but it was drowned out by the surrounding music and various noises. Giulio's head tilted at an eerie angle, and his pupils dilated instantly.

Eric steadied the limp body and led him into a small room that had already been opened.

The small room was also luxuriously furnished, with ambiguous lighting and atmosphere, and an air filled with a scent that could arouse desire.

Once the door is closed, everything returns to calm; the soundproofing is quite good.

Eric put the body down and began searching it, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

There is a generally accepted rule within the Los Angeles Police Department that if a gang member's body or a crime scene related to the gang is found in gang territory, it is always handled as a gang fight.

No one will seriously investigate, and no one will care about the fate of the gang.

So when he was practicing clearing out the gangs in the entire high-rise building, he only did a simple job to ensure that he was not exposed.

I thought the Los Angeles Police Department would just handle it casually and that the truth would be buried somewhere unknown, but in the end, it all fell on that guy, Gurke.

Because he occupied this vacant territory so quickly, the Los Angeles Police Department really thought it was that guy Gurke who did it, and a few more files were added to his records.

There wasn't much on the body; after removing the miscellaneous items, there was only some cash, a folding knife, and a pistol.

Eric silently inspected the Walther PPK pistol, as was his custom.

His firearms proficiency was already at level 4 (Master), so he naturally knew about this pistol.

Its advantages include strong concealment, but its firepower is quite insufficient, with a magazine capacity of 7 rounds and weak lethality and penetration.

Eric removed the magazine and glanced at it; the bullets were .380 ACP pistol rounds. "I'll make do." Eric shook his head inwardly, tucked the Walther PPK pistol into his front waistband, put everything else into his pockets, then opened the door, walked out, and closed it behind him, watching the corpse inside.

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A room that resembles a security guard's room.

Deep inside are screens that resemble small televisions, each recording the scene unfolding in the present moment.

Two Russians were sitting in front of these small screens.

At that moment, a screen suddenly displayed static.

"what happened?"

The Russian on the right noticed and said to his companion.

"There must be a malfunction," his companion said.

"Tell the people over there to go and check it out."

The Russian on the right nodded, his attitude casual.

Or perhaps things had been peaceful here for a long time, and they had no idea that someone had died under the watch of this malfunctioning surveillance camera.

He picked up something that looked like a microphone from the platform under the screen, intending to ask the person on the other end.

But just then, there was a noise coming from the door behind.

This caught the attention of the two Russians, who instinctively turned around to look.

A black man carrying a functional backpack, who looked like a repairman, walked in.

The two Russians looked at each other, completely bewildered as to how this black man had suddenly appeared there.

"Hey?"

The Russian on the left shouted, "Get out! This is not a place for you."

They still think the Black man was a repairman hired to fix something.

However, McCall knew he wasn't, so he silently closed the door and turned to greet the two men.

"What on earth is he doing?" the two Russians frowned.

The Russian on the left frowned, stood up, and walked toward McCall, reaching out to push him.

"Hey! You can't..."

But at that moment, McCall suddenly pulled a wrench from his functional backpack and hammered it at the outstretched elbow joint.

Click!
As the Russian, caught off guard, recoiled in pain and staggered backward, the other man grabbed the wrench and swung it hard at the man's temple.

The visible dents proved that the Russian had become a corpse, his bloodshot pupils staring at McCall as he slumped to the side.

The Russians behind him only realized what was happening at this moment. Startled, they took out a knife from their waistbands, intending to do something, but McCall had already thrown the wrench in his hand, which hit them hard in the face.

In pain, the Russian stumbled backward and bumped into the control panel behind him. By the time he came to his senses, McCall was already standing in front of him, grabbing his knife-wielding hand and stabbing it into his heart.

Every move he makes is a deadly attack.

"you!!!!"

The Russian opened his eyes wide, only managing to utter one sentence before collapsing onto the control panel and being pushed away by McCall.

He sighed. He hadn't originally intended to kill anyone. If he could, he would have used all his savings, a total of $9,800, to ransom his little friend Terry.

But there was nothing I could do; once I got back, only one sentence kept echoing in my mind.

“Aigul said he would slit the throats of traitors and that no one could escape from them, and he always kept his word.”

This is his first move since faking his death, so the first thing to consider is how to eliminate the traces.

He was a former Black Ops commando, specializing in infiltrating various countries to assassinate traitors who betrayed their countries or targets that were harmful to them. He knew this stuff inside and out.

McCall glanced at the monitor screen in front of him, picked up the wrench, and put it back into his functional backpack.

But his gaze lingered on the static-filled monitor screen. He tilted his head, feeling a strange stirring within him.

Unbeknownst to him, a young man who had also intruded was walking through the passageway toward the outside.

The music around him seemed to be foreshadowing something. Eric strode over and saw a Russian man outside the tunnel entrance spot him and look at him with surprise.

But what was on his mind was the .380 ACP pistol cartridge in the handgun on his waist; he had to be careful.

"Hey? What are you doing out here?" the first Russian to spot him shouted.

"Where's Giulio?!"

His response was a .380 ACP pistol round. Eric moved with incredible speed, drawing his gun and firing at the Russian without the slightest delay.

boom!
The sudden sound was drowned out by the music, and the Russian man shot in the forehead fell backward on the spot.

The sudden turn of events startled the three Russians playing cards at the entrance of the passageway, as well as the Russian sitting at the bar next to them, who were still trying to figure out what had happened.

Before they could react, Eric had already strode to the entrance of the passageway, located the position in his mind, and quickly aimed a shot at the Russian man at the bar closest to him on the left.

Bang! A conspicuous bloody hole appeared on his temple.

Eric then quickly moved the angler again, and the three Russians playing cards at the table finally reacted. But just as they were about to grab their guns, a third shot rang out.

boom!
Eric reacted the fastest, shooting the Russian in the head first, who had already picked up his gun.

Boom!

With a slight movement of the gun muzzle, two shots were easily fired, resulting in headshots of the Russian who was a step too slow.

The battle was over in just two seconds, as if nothing had happened.

The gunfire stopped, and Eric happened to walk out of the passageway.

"I'm getting more and more comfortable with it."

Eric holstered his gun and glanced at the passageway ahead. There was no one there. He let out a soft sigh.

Whether for convenience in committing nefarious acts or for greater secrecy, the passageways here are extremely winding and circuitous, dividing the view into segments. There are many blind spots, otherwise he wouldn't have acted so decisively.

In addition to the music and other noises, the gunshot, though sudden, would likely go unnoticed if it stopped quickly.

This also includes the rooms in the back passageway. With excellent soundproofing and the music playing non-stop, it would be strange if those people could hear anything coming from here.

The only surveillance camera they could detect was also destroyed by him.

Eric glanced around to make sure no one knew what was going on before he began cleaning up the scene. He moved the bodies exposed at the entrances to the front and back passageways to blind spots, and then arranged the body on the bar counter so that it looked like he was sleeping on the bar counter.

First, take your wad of cash, and then start collecting equipment.

Two revolvers, two CZ-75s, and one HK VP9.

Interestingly, it also comes with two matching mufflers.

Everyone is different, which means these guys have their own ideas and a high degree of freedom, and now they've all benefited from it.

Eric discarded the Walther PPK pistol with only two shots left, picked up two CZ-75s, and walked toward the small door that had been in his sights the whole time.

He didn't have much time; he had to finish before the bodies here were discovered.

(End of this chapter)