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

Chapter 105 Didn't Go Wrong

In the blink of an eye.

As Eric turned to the right, carrying the body in his left hand, he raised his gun in his right hand and fired a shot at the Russian sitting on the sofa, who was startled and hadn't even had time to aim.

boom!
It was still an extremely accurate headshot.

After eliminating the most threatening Russians immediately, Eric abruptly shifted his gun to the three drinking Russians who had reacted and were trying to find cover.

Bang bang bang bang!
They emptied their magazines in one go, and the three Russians were immediately riddled with bloody bullet holes.

Eric moved to a different position, continuing to block the body in front of him, because he saw out of the corner of his eye that Aigur was pulling a gun out of a drawer.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Aigur fired several shots, but all of them hit his companion's tall back.

He was about to fire again when Eric reached for his gun, making sure his vitals were still covered by the corpse in front of him. Seeing that Aigur was still firing, he casually raised his hand and fired a shot.

boom!
He immediately shot and knocked the gunman from Aegur's hand.

boom!
The second shot hit his shoulder, causing him to fall back into his seat in pain.

boom!
Eric discarded the body that had been used as a shield, and seeing that Aiguer was about to make another move, he pulled the trigger again, hitting him in the other shoulder.

The gap between the two is too large.

"Don't move! If you don't want to die."

This stopped Aegur in his tracks, leaving him helpless as Eric slowly approached with a gun, his mind racing trying to figure out who this guy was.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure it out, because he had never seen such a person before.

"who are you?"

Eric stopped at the desk, put down the gun, stretched, and smiled without answering his question.

"Is it really that hard to find you?"

Aigur gritted his teeth, staring intently at Eric. Were all the people outside just sitting around doing nothing? How could they let this guy rush here without any prior warning?

“Terry, Genos.” Eric didn’t waste any time. He looked at Aegur and calmly said the two names. Seeing the obvious change in Aegur’s eyes, he knew that the other party knew these two names.

It was even possible to tell that the other party had thought of the two assassins.

After all, he arrived right after taking care of two assassins, which was incredibly fast.

"Who are you!" Aigur stared intently at Eric and asked again.

Eric glanced at the gunshot wounds on his shoulders, but still didn't answer his question. He simply said calmly.

"You are now experiencing intense pain, can hear your own heartbeat, are sweating profusely and feeling cold and clammy extremities, and after five minutes, you begin to have difficulty breathing."
Ten minutes later, you will enter a state of mild shock due to excessive blood loss, resulting in confusion, coma, and other symptoms. Fifteen minutes later, your condition will deteriorate rapidly, ultimately leading to death from excessive blood loss and various complications.

As Eric spoke calmly, Agul, who had been mentally able to hold on, found his limbs growing colder for some reason, his breathing becoming heavier, and he began to hear his own heartbeat.

Bang bang bang, very loud.

“It seems you’ve already sensed it.” Eric smiled, observing the change in Aigu’s expression, and looked into his eyes as if he wanted to say something.

A sudden noise interrupted his progress. Eric grabbed the gun from the table and turned to point it at the door behind him.

However, the pheromones he absorbed from the outside world made him hesitate for a moment, and he did not pull the trigger immediately.

A black man, only half of his body was visible, appeared in the opened doorway.

Everything seemed ordinary, without any hint of danger. The bald man was none other than the mysterious driver, McCall. He too held a gun, looked at Eric, then at the Russian corpses lying around him, tilted his head with a puzzled expression, and closed the door under Eric's gaze, like someone who had wandered off in the wrong direction.

Eric's lips twitched. He seemed to have a strange connection with this unremarkable black man. He thought he would never see him again, but time and time again...

As Eric lamented his fate, the closed door opened again. McCall looked at Eric, a passenger he had once driven, and then at Agul, who was slumped in a chair with a pale face, and said hesitantly.

"Officer? I don't think I've gone to the wrong place?"

Eric recalled how the mysterious driver had visited the hospital, and combined this with his current actions, he had already guessed what was going on, and said.

“Terry?”

McCall tilted his head, looking at Eric with a head full of questions:

"Ok?"

"Then it seems you haven't gone to the wrong place." Eric put away his pistol.

I saw you at Xiamu Hospital.

Upon hearing this, McCall walked in and closed the door. He thought of the five corpses outside; not a single bullet was superfluous. Only when his physical condition and mental fortitude were at their peak could he achieve such marksmanship.

This alone is enough to show that his opponent's skills are now far superior to his, even though he has long since fallen from his peak.

Since the other party mentioned Terry, it's highly likely that both of them have the same goal: to get on their side.

McCall breathed a sigh of relief. He had his peak period and knew how strong he was back then, which meant he knew how strong this young man was.

"So you're doing this for Terry too?"

Eric nodded. "You should know about that kid who got beaten up and ended up in the hospital for standing up for Terry?"

In his opinion, this mysterious black driver was probably a big shot hiding in the city, so gathering this kind of information should not be difficult for such a person.

McCall nodded.

"That kid could very well be my brother-in-law in the future."

McCall looked extremely surprised. He had also heard Terry say that a customer liked her very much and often ordered her food to take care of her, not for any other reason than to take her out to have fun, saying that it was the happiest time of her life.
“Of course, I’m not here solely for Terry’s sake.” Eric’s words interrupted McCall’s thoughts, and he turned to look at Agul behind him.

“I’m a good cop, and I’m here for something else.”

McCall walked over to Eric and looked at Agul, whose face was deathly pale.

Is this how a good cop is made? Killing everyone here? I originally thought this young man, covered in gunpowder and walking out of the police station late at night, was a good cop.

It seems this young man must have accomplished something significant in Koreatown, because someone with his skills and covered in gunpowder must have done more than just fire a gun.

McCall placed the pistol on the table, stared at Aegur, whose expression had changed drastically due to his arrival, and nodded.

"My matter seems to be over; you can move on."

He was only there to eliminate the gang leader and didn't bother with anything else.

"And officer, just a heads up, all the security cameras outside are out of service, so you don't need to worry about them."

Remembering the static screen he'd seen on the monitor, McCall nodded slightly to Eric, patted his functional backpack in acknowledgment, and turned to leave.

He decided to stay home for a while and see how things went.

(End of this chapter)