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

Chapter 138 Attacking the Police
Eric did not answer immediately, nor did he care how fierce and ruthless the person in front of him was.

His gaze quickly swept past the person in front of him and into the room.

I caught a glimpse of three other Black men of the same skin color inside. They were holding beer cans, drinking and glancing mockingly at the door, their faces full of nonchalant arrogance.

The music was still blaring.

"Sir, whatever the reason, the music you're playing is too loud."

"And then?" To everyone's surprise, the black man standing at the door looked up and stared intently at Eric, his face unfriendly and his eyes becoming increasingly fierce.

"We just want to play it that loud!"

The black man stared at Eric and suddenly realized that this seemingly unimpressive guy was actually quite handsome, and his partner was even more dazzlingly beautiful.

Damn guy!
He instinctively took a step forward, almost touching Eric, his demeanor aggressive.

The atmosphere seemed to be getting dangerous.

Annie instinctively gripped the gun handle, held her breath, and stared intently at the two men facing off.

"Hahahahaha!"

At the same time, a conversation could be heard inside, and everyone started laughing.

"Ok."

Even with the black man practically pressed against him, Eric remained calm, speaking in a composed tone.

“But I can tell you that it’s illegal, sir.”

The black man didn't care at all; he just stared intently at Eric, trying to frighten him in this way.
"so?"

Eric said, "So do you have ID, sir? We have a noise complaint against you, so we need to issue you a written warning."

As if afraid the other party wouldn't understand, Eric continued.

"In other words, we need your identification information to issue a written warning."

The Black man turned to look at his companions inside and said incredulously, "Hey guys, he actually wants our IDs!"

"Hahahahaha!"

These words, which were not funny at all, only made the people inside burst into even more unrestrained laughter.

"Hey! Why don't you just draw an ID for him?"

"Hahahaha!"

The black man standing in the doorway glanced at Eric, then turned back and said, "What am I going to do without a pen!"

"Why don't you take your bottom and write one for them?"

"Hahahaha!"

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The conversation was vulgar and disgusting, and the speaker completely ignored Eric and Annie, who were standing outside the door.

Annie frowned, the nauseating gaze of the black man at the door making her feel extremely uncomfortable. She gritted her teeth, suppressing the urge to pull out her gun and shoot the bastard, and subconsciously looked at Eric, who had remained calm throughout.

Let's have some fun, guys!

"Hahaha!"

As the conversation began, the music suddenly increased in volume, becoming even louder than before, deafeningly loud.

Boom boom boom! Did you wash the dog?! Oh oh oh oh oh! Make a scene! Make a scene!

"Where do you live, officer?"

The black man at the door completely ignored the ID and written warning, instead threatening Eric with an indifferent expression:
"If I find out where you live, I'll move next door to you and do it every day! Do you like our music?"

These words amused Eric, who couldn't help but shake his head.

In his neighborhood, house prices often start at millions of dollars; the black man in front of him probably couldn't earn that much money in a lifetime. Eric's expression and demeanor enraged the black man, who took another step forward, his chest almost touching Eric's, and said viciously.

"what are you laughing at?"

As a street urchin, he keenly caught the naked contempt and mockery in the damned cop's eyes, which completely ignited his 'sensitive' and easily angered heart.

Annie tensed up immediately, instinctively reaching for her gun, but then she remembered Eric's instructions—he hadn't spoken—so she could only watch with her eyes.
Annie suppressed the urge to draw her gun, staring intently at the tense scene ahead.

Eric calmly stated, "My house is worth two million three hundred thousand, and I pay over twenty thousand in property taxes every year."

These words instantly enraged the black man in front of him, who suddenly shoved Eric in the shoulder!
"Hey!"

Annie spoke up instinctively.

However, what she saw before her eyes made her eyes widen instantly.

In what seemed like a split second, she suddenly saw the black man who had bumped into Eric with his shoulder suddenly have a handgun in his hand.

Annie was stunned.

Not only Annie, but even the black man was stunned. He subconsciously raised his hand, looked at the gun in his hand in disbelief, and then looked at the young patrolman in front of him, his mind in complete chaos.

Before he could sort out the chaos, Eric's voice boomed like thunder.

"What are you doing! Assaulting a police officer!!!"

"I"

Before the black man could finish speaking, Eric had already acted. His hands moved with incredible speed, grabbing the black man's wrist holding the gun like lightning, twisting and pulling sharply, instantly snatching the pistol back!
Before the Black man could react, all he could see was the dark muzzle of a gun.

He opened his mouth, but the ferocity in his eyes was instantly replaced by bewilderment. The young patrolman in his pupils had suddenly transformed from a harmless puppy into a ferocious, bloodthirsty beast.

boom!
Gunfire erupted!

The black man, whose mind was filled with countless thoughts but which lasted only a moment, had a bloody hole appear on his forehead and fell backward.

Annie's eyes widened, and she froze in place as if she had been frozen in place.

This shot also caused the hearts of the people inside the house to stop suddenly!

"Fake!"

"Tobear!"

The instinct for survival instantly overwhelmed their drunkenness. Relying on the reflexes they had honed on the streets, they frantically grabbed for weapons, some lunging under the sofa, some reaching for their waists, and some rushing into the inner room.
Under Annie's blank stare, Eric, expressionless, rushed into the house like a cheetah and disappeared from her sight in an instant.

"Fake!"

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boom!
boom!
boom!
Boom boom boom! Did you wash the dog?! Ohhhhhh!
The music could drown out everything.

Accompanied by short screams, terrified curses, and deafening gunshots, the muzzle flashes flickered in the dim room, each flash reflected in Annie's constricted pupils, like red flames rising from the abyss of hell.

Less than two seconds later, the gunfire stopped abruptly, and even with the music playing, a deathly silence suddenly descended.

Annie was startled, finally snapping out of her shock. She drew her gun and rushed to the door, only to be instantly bewildered by the sight before her.
There was a sense of bewilderment, like "drawing a sword and looking around, feeling lost and confused."

In her eyes, the tall figure in uniform stood indifferently among several lifeless corpses, holstering his pistol with a remarkably fluid motion.

As if sensing the gaze, Eric turned around, looked at the bewildered rookie at the door, who was holding a gun and seemed at a loss, and said calmly.

"Don't point a gun at me, thank you."

"Ah!" Annie exclaimed, as if waking from a dream, and instinctively turned the gun sharply away.

Seeing her panicked state, Eric instinctively took a step to the side, quickly moving out of the range of her gun's aim.

He didn't want to become one of those unlucky protagonists who were 'accidentally injured by a newbie,' because there would be no justice to be found even if he died.

(End of this chapter)