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

Chapter 146 Infiltration (6k)

After spending some time identifying the person in the secretly taken photos, Eric originally planned to continue his investigation.

But a phone call interrupted his process.

It's the phone number for the delivery truck.

“I’m at home now, you can just drive over,” Eric said calmly into his phone.

"Okay, sir, we'll be there soon."

Upon hearing this, Eric hung up the phone, looked at the various programs and related information on the screen, shook his head, and stood up.

He now roughly knows who these people are.

All that remains is to trace the source by identifying these people and then resolve the matter thoroughly.

Otherwise, if the root cause isn't addressed, these kinds of problems will only continue indefinitely.
Eric casually grabbed a glass of warm water from the living room and stood casually in the front yard, drinking it while waiting for the delivery to arrive.

He didn't sleep another night, but he didn't feel anything.

Eric took a sip of warm water, savoring the lingering warmth in his mouth, and pondered to himself.

This change in him is probably due to the power of his four major physical attributes.

Because physical constitution inherently includes all physical qualities such as endurance and immunity.

In other words, it is the digitization of the body.

"coming!"

Eric heard the noise first, and then saw a van slowly approaching into view.

He silently walked over, opened the gate, and then stood in front of the gate waiting for the truck to arrive.

But as the van drew closer, Eric noticed something unusual.

Because he saw an ordinary-looking Black man sitting in the passenger seat of the van.

"McCall?"

Eric's eyelids widened slightly, and his gaze met McCall's. A thought struck him, and he seemed to understand something.

In a flash, the brain, now functioning at an accelerated pace, combined all the information with the appearance of McCall and deduced a very likely possibility.

He remembered that McCall had also been in the restaurant that night, and he also remembered the three Russians carrying large and small bags he had seen that morning.
"So all these bags of weapons are for dealing with McCall?"

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The backyard warehouse.

Several people were loading, unloading, and carrying things off the truck.

McCall, who was responsible for liaising with clients, held a document in his hand and glanced around at his surroundings.

"I'm still wondering why you became a street patrol officer? Was it because of a hobby?"

Eric glanced at McCall standing beside him; no matter the time, this Black man's demeanor remained consistently ordinary.
"And what about you? Terry told me about you, but you two just chatted and there's nothing special between you."

Eric paused for a moment, then said, "So I've been wondering, why would someone like you make a move?"

Upon hearing this, McCall and Eric exchanged a glance and smiled at each other.

He seemed to have heard this question from his friend Susan once before.
But his answer was that he didn't quite understand why an executioner would care so much about the life or death of a stranger.

But after thinking about it, he had a new answer: it was the right thing to do to help, because he had the ability to do so.

However, Susan's words made him realize that this was just the nature of a good person, nothing more.

So the young man standing next to him was also that kind of person, and he could sense it.

“You said before that I have a chivalrous spirit?” McCall laughed.

"Then I'll pass this on to you."

Eric chuckled. In truth, he couldn't quite explain whether it was because of the system or something else.

"Okay, you have the final say."

At this point, Eric looked at a car parked in the distance. This car had been following the truck, then drove to the backyard, and had been parked there ever since.

It's obvious this is being tracked down by McCall.

He now understands that McCall was the scapegoat.

"So what brought you here?"

"Couldn't it be for delivery?" McCall asked curiously.

Eric said helplessly, "Please, you hate meeting me so much."

"You came here because of the Rusty Harbor gang?"

McCall said, "Congratulations, you got it right."

It's not surprising that Eric was able to reveal the Rusty Harbor gang's secrets so quickly.

During the time he was missing, those people's activities should have spread to the vicinity of this young man.

So it's normal that the other party knew; he had never forgotten the fact that this young man was stronger than him in combat.

"Do you see that car?"

As McCall spoke, he handed over the folder and pen he was holding.

"Ah."

Eric nodded, took the folder, and looked at the files on it with surprise in his eyes.

Because the document wasn't a shipping order that needed to be signed and reviewed by the customer, but rather detailed information about the Nick he had just found out, including who the important figure behind him was, and all the information about him.

This information is so detailed that it even knows what the other party did in Los Angeles.

This includes the distribution points of the relevant dens.

Eric was quite surprised. Such detailed intelligence could not have been achieved by an individual without the help of an organization or gang.

Combining all his previous speculations about McCall's background, he easily came up with a possibility.

That is, the CIA, the Central Intelligence Agency of the United States.

If you were to name the organization with the strongest intelligence capabilities in the United States, it would undoubtedly be the CIA.

“Those people are Pushkin’s men,” McCall said.

"They came to me yesterday."

Eric glanced at the cars parked over there as he looked around, then continued looking.

“They also approached Genos and Terry last night.”

McCall raised an eyebrow: "It must be because of my disappearance?"

Eric looked at McCall, whose words confirmed that his earlier guesses were close to the truth. This guy was indeed from the CIA; no wonder his infiltration skills were so formidable.

CIA agents seem to be particularly skilled in infiltration and disguise.

"What are your thoughts?" Eric asked, squinting.

McCall and Eric's eyes met, and McCall said casually, "I think I should be the same as you?"

Eric chuckled and looked at the information on the document: "Well, it seems we'll have to cooperate again. I've found out where they are now; they're ready."

McCall nodded and said, "I remember you have connections in the FBI? Otherwise, the Rusty Harbor gang wouldn't have been brought down so quickly, with all their connections being uprooted."

Eric honestly replied, "My girlfriend works there, so it's somewhat related, but not much."

Hearing this, McCall chuckled and shook his head, then asked, "That should be enough, but how about using it a second time, like in the Rust Iron Harbor gang's case?"

Upon hearing this, although McCall did not explain clearly, Eric instantly understood his meaning and thoughts.

The information I have is so detailed that it goes back to the source, including Pushkin's relevant interest locations in Los Angeles.

In comparison, the situation was actually quite similar to that of the Rusty Harbor gang back then.

They need to actively seek out this so-called evidence and act as model citizens by submitting it to the FBI.

Let the FBI take the blame and clean up the mess.

"Is it really that simple?" Eric asked.

“Of course, some things are just that simple, not that complicated,” McCall said.

"It's mainly because you haven't been exposed yet."

"I'm sorry, I was reckless," Eric said sincerely. He knew that someone like McCall would be very difficult to detect, and the only reason the other party was able to find McCall was because their method of intrusion was too crude.

McCall said, "Well, what's done is done."

The young man's next words made him laugh, and he said in a very serious tone.

"If you could teach me how to do it, that would be great."

"When you were pursuing your girlfriend, did you rely on being shameless?" McCall laughed.

“No, I relied on a sincere heart.” Eric felt a little regretful when he saw that McCall hadn’t agreed, and then looked at the car over there.

"I can take responsibility for this, but what about those people?"

McCall regained his composure, his eyes remaining deathly still as he calmly said, "I can handle it."

It was here that Eric first saw McCall, who was originally an ordinary man, transformed into a grim reaper stained with scarlet blood.

“Okay, if you need my help,” Eric said.

"You can let me know."

“If the situation allows, I will,” McCall said, before walking forward to begin directing the delivery workers in a seemingly professional manner.

Eric stood there silently watching.

The two seemed not to have discussed any plans at all, but they tacitly divided the work and took on their respective tasks.

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Not long.

The trucks, already loaded and unloaded, drove away as Eric watched them go, including McCall.

As he shifted his gaze, the car responsible for following him drove past right under his nose and caught up with him.

In the brief moment they passed each other, Eric saw two Russians sitting inside the car.

He shook his head, turned around and walked back. Instead of dealing with the lathe, he went back into the house and sat down at the dining table to organize the current data and information.

McCall's information came at just the right time.

At the same time, the plan was also very good.

In short, the plan is very simple.

The attention of Nick's group was drawn by McCall, who had already been exposed as the scapegoat.

Then, this person, who had not yet been exposed, infiltrated Pushkin's criminal den behind the scenes to find something that would get the FBI involved, and then handed it over to Tifa.

In this way, a fairly complete plan was born.

"Alright, at least it can be resolved today!"

Eric set aside the documents, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at the locations listed.

He could try to improve his newly acquired [Architectural Analysis] LV1 (Beginner) and Stealth skills, which he had only learned a few days ago.

With that in mind, Eric put away all the files, turned around and went back into the computer room, where he began to use computer technology and maps to find the buildings corresponding to the addresses.

The first location was a factory that produced canned luncheon meat.

It must be said that Pushkin was quite shrewd, managing to use the factory's background to cover up the crimes committed underneath. According to the information, Eric was able to tell that the workers in the factory were real, and that this so-called luncheon meat canning factory was indeed operating.

But it contains the source of evil.

Knowing this information makes the next step much simpler.

Eric directly used hacking techniques to infiltrate the factory's advanced engineering archive system and obtained the original electronic version of the factory's design drawings.

The design drawings show that the layout, functional areas, pipeline routes, ventilation systems, and distribution of monitoring and security equipment for each building in the factory area are marked with extreme precision.

After completing this step, Eric managed to find a detailed map and, using a program he had already designed, found a comprehensive map of the area where the factory was located.

Accurate screenshot zoom-in.

Next, all the maps were integrated, and a comprehensive analysis of the factory area's topography, landforms, and building layout was conducted.

One image after another flashed on the computer screen, and were eventually integrated.

At this point, the [Architectural Analysis] LV1 (Beginner) skill that I just learned, along with related skills such as stealth, begins to show its true power.

It must be said that compared to experts who are proficient in one or two skills, Eric has the potential to be an all-rounder, proficient in everything, and this potential is quite high.

A person with strong combat abilities who can do everything is undoubtedly a terrifying thing.

Eric quickly identified the flaws.

In the southeast corner of the factory is a newly built workshop, which is connected to the central building by an underground passage for equipment maintenance, storage, and transportation.

Because the new factory building is not yet completed, the connecting basement passage is temporarily idle as it has not yet been deployed. However, the passage structure is still intact and still exists, connecting the core area of ​​the central building.

Eric looked at the passageway diagram above, his eyes lighting up slightly. He seemed to be experiencing a feeling of having everything under control.

"This is it!" Eric thought to himself.

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nine in the morning.

"It's good that we've arrived. Just follow your sister's instructions," Eric said as he walked towards the storage room, holding his phone.

"Okay, brother-in-law."

Upon hearing Genos's response, Eric hung up the phone, now free from any worries.

So the next step is to get things done.

Eric walked to the corner against the wall, stomped hard on one of the floor tiles to create a small crack, then bent down, grabbed the edge of the floor, pulled it up, and slowly walked down along the motion-sensor light.

The basement below is now almost completely finished.

But suddenly, Eric thought of something and shook his head.

"Sigh, I'm so busy!"

Eric suddenly realized that he had become increasingly busy without even realizing it.

It was nonstop all day long, like a spinning top.

But he also understands the current situation.

Extraordinary times are always busy.

Rejecting his thoughts, Eric walked forward.

The motion-sensor lights turned on one by one, illuminating the path beneath his feet.

Finally, everything became clear, and the true nature of the basement was revealed.

If you ignore the fact that it's underground, then this place is like a huge warehouse.

As mentioned before, this place is almost ready. All that's left is the lathe, the equipment, and the furniture.

But before that, all the weapons in his house, including bullets, were placed here.

The layout at the front resembles a reception area, a resting place, with cabinets and shelves next to it.

Eric walked up to a cabinet, looked at the weapons on it, and as usual, put on his Level III body armor first, and then fastened his tactical belt.

He used the same Beretta M9A3 pistol with a silencer attached, and then picked up three magazines from it.

A magazine contains twenty bullets.

After thinking it over, Eric still felt uneasy, so he took another one and fastened it into his tactical belt.

After all, he was responsible for destroying several of Pushkin's strongholds.

"Seems even busier than McCall?" Eric thought to himself.

"However, relatively speaking, I should be the one with the advantage?"

Eric continued looking at the cabinet and reached out to take a piece of equipment.

There's not much else left, just small items like the Ontario MK 3 Navy knife that might be used in hand-to-hand combat.

After finishing tidying up, Eric looked at the equipment below.

Night vision goggles.

Unlike before, he is no longer a defender familiar with the terrain, but an attacker who has infiltrated the area.

He wasn't sure if he would be working until late at night.

Therefore, when sneaking into an unfamiliar building at night, using night vision goggles would be the best option.

Just prepare everything you need, even if you don't use it. It's better to have everything you need when you need it.

Although his physique may be different from that of ordinary people after he was given Deep Blue points, he is still a human being after all, and his eyes cannot ignore the darkness.

Eric reached down and picked up the night vision goggles below; the night vision goggles he had prepared were naturally the common Gen 3.

Gen 3 night vision devices are currently the most advanced low-light night vision technology, using gallium arsenide (GaAs) photocathodes, which are 1000% more sensitive than Gen 2+.

It has automatic high beam protection, so the image intensifier tube will not be damaged by car lights or flashing lights.

To this day, it remains the preferred choice for special forces, law enforcement agencies, and high-end tactical users.

Night vision devices can be purchased in California, but they are prohibited from being equipped with laser pointers.

So it's not surprising that he had night vision goggles.

After checking it out, Eric moved on to the next one, the iRay RH25 thermal imaging system, which can be used with the Gen 3 night vision goggles.

However, it requires the use of a COTI support frame for coordination.

After tidying up everything, Eric was practically fully armed. Although he had a rifle, he still preferred a pistol to the indoor environment.

After thinking for a moment and confirming that nothing was missing, Eric packed everything into his backpack and walked out of the basement.

hum!
A Ford Raptor sped out of the garage and headed toward its destination as the curtains closed.

To avoid any potential repercussions, he didn't drive his Ford Raptor. Instead, he went to a used car market and bought a regular, damaged Toyota Corolla for a few thousand dollars.

Ignoring the seller's disdainful look, I tossed my backpack inside and strode away.

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A factory area.

Eric drove his damaged Toyota Corolla into the area.

The Toyota Corolla kept driving around, and Eric could only see factory buildings everywhere.

They eventually found the luncheon meat canning factory in the corner.

Eric drove his Toyota Corolla around the factory again, looking at the canned luncheon meat production facility, but he couldn't see anything unusual.

From what I can see, it looks like an ordinary factory.

He glanced at a brand-new factory building in the southeast corner.

"That's a bit of a hassle," Eric muttered to himself, glancing at his watch.

It was only close to noon, so the workers inside had not yet gone home; some were still outside loading and unloading things from the trucks.

Some workers were walking around in the empty area.

But there's no way around it, it's a matter of time. If we delay until night, who knows what might happen.

It's better to make a decisive decision immediately.

Eric made a decision, parked the Toyota Corolla haphazardly on the street in a corner of the factory, and then checked the equipment inside the car.

Body armor, tactical belt, silencer, a Beretta M9A3 with 20 rounds of ammunition, and four fully loaded magazines.

"OK! That's enough!"

After checking the pistol, Eric took a deep breath and got out of the car. He then looked at the wall, which was more than two meters high, and confirmed that there were no surveillance cameras. He took a few steps back, took a running start, grabbed the wall with one hand, looked inside, and when he confirmed that no one was there, he flipped over and jumped down easily.

In a real factory like this, no one will usually come up to ask who you are.

So even when people saw Eric walking in the factory square, they didn't go up to ask his identity, assuming he was just a worker with other tasks.

"So relaxing!"

Eric muttered to himself, checking the surveillance cameras while avoiding the areas they were monitoring, and thus easily entered the brand-new factory in the southeast corner.

This brand-new factory is indeed newly built; there are hardly any people there. Some equipment has arrived, but the rest of the space is empty, waiting for the next batch of equipment to arrive.

Unfortunately, upon entering, he saw two workers seemingly inspecting newly arrived equipment.

As soon as the two workers saw him enter, they frowned and shouted:
"Who are you? Don't you know you can't come in here?"

Judging from the tone alone, the position must be quite high, either an engineer, a technician, or a senior executive.

Eric didn't answer, but instead looked around to make sure no one was watching as he quickly walked toward the two unfortunate workers.

Who are you! What do you want?!

The two unfortunate workers seemed to have noticed something was wrong.

"Hey?"

Once he confirmed that no one was around, Eric quickened his pace.

"do what!"

The two workers suddenly realized that the young man had appeared in front of them without them noticing.

Before they could say another word, Eric had already charged forward with explosive power, taking a step forward with his left foot.

With his left hand shaped like a knife, he slashed at the vagus nerve plexus on the side of the worker's neck. As the worker's eyes rolled back and he fainted, his right palm simultaneously pushed against the worker's chin, causing his body to tilt against the equipment next to him. He controlled the angle of impact to prevent the back of the worker's head from hitting the ground.

The scene was so sudden that the worker on the left was startled and instinctively wanted to shout, but Eric had already completed the action before knocking out the worker on the right.

A punch struck the weak area of ​​the temporal bone three centimeters above his temple.

This position is enough to cause momentary fainting without causing a skull fracture.

The worker on the left went limp like a puppet with its strings cut, and Eric caught him and delivered a precise chop to the back of his neck.

"Feel sorry."

Eric looked at the two unfortunate workers who had fainted on the ground, apologized in his heart, subconsciously looked around, and then began to move the two unfortunate workers.

Five seconds later.

Eric had dragged the two men behind the brand-new equipment, removed one of their uniforms and put it on, then bound their hands and feet with the cable ties he found on them.

They were also made to lie on their sides to prevent vomit from blocking their airways.

Having done this, Eric took the badge that looked like that of a high-ranking official, then got up and swaggered slowly toward the underground passage.

(End of this chapter)