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

Chapter 147 Attack
It's no different from a normal factory.

There wasn't even anyone guarding this underground passage.

The entrance was empty.

It looks like another form of fire escape.

Eric opened the door to the passageway, looked at the stairs inside, glanced at the elevator that wasn't yet in use, and then entered.

Keep going down, and finally follow the route on the map I remembered until you arrive at an underground area that looks like a factory.

Once you get down there, the environment changes, becoming much more complex than the suddenly open and clear view you got up there.

Because the deployment in the upper area is not yet complete, but the deployment in the underground area is basically complete.

In a typical factory design, the use of underground areas is generally determined by the type of factory, production needs, and space planning.

Eric glanced around, then moved through the crowd like a normal worker, slowly walking towards the central building according to the map.

Along the way, he would encounter a few busy workers pushing carts and stacking finished products, but these workers generally assumed that he was also there to work, and given his different uniform, they assumed he was a middle-level or higher employee.

So the busy workers just glanced at him and continued working, completely ignoring his situation.

Eric swaggered past, carefully surveying the underground area to avoid getting lost.

The underground area of ​​this luncheon meat canning factory is divided into several zones.

The first is the storage area, which is where raw materials or related finished products are stored.

The area Eric just walked through, and the workers he just met, were there to store raw materials for production.

Large shelves are stacked with sealed chemical drums or metal raw materials, and some areas have explosion-proof cabinets for storing flammable materials.

There are forklift tracks on the ground, and leak-proof sandbags and emergency eyewash stations are piled up in the corners.

After passing through this area, Eric arrived at the next area.

He had already covered a third of the distance, so he arrived at the equipment repair area.

On the brand-new repair bench are scattered wrenches, hydraulic jacks, and motors waiting to be repaired, and equipment maintenance flowcharts are posted on the wall.

There were even oil stains on the ground, and the air was filled with the smell of engine oil and metal.

There were no workers here; the area was completely idle, which greatly facilitated his infiltration operation.

Eric acted as if he'd been here a hundred times before. He casually grabbed a repair backpack, pretended to be there, opened one of the doors, and went inside.

This immediately took them deep into the area where the pipelines were concentrated.

The water, gas, steam, and chemical pipelines for this luncheon meat factory are all located here.

The ceiling and walls are covered with pipes of various colors, with valves, pressure gauges and flow meters at their intersections.

This means that there are cable ducts leading to the central building.

Eric navigated through a narrow passageway that could only accommodate one person at a time and found the electrical substation deep inside.

But by sheer coincidence, he heard noises inside and sensed that someone was in the electrical room.

The door to the power distribution room was half-open, and the distinctive hum of a transformer could be heard from inside, mixed with the sound of airflow from the ventilation system.

Eric leaned close to the door frame, peering through the gap.

A maintenance worker in overalls is standing with his back to the door, bending over to inspect the circuit breaker in the distribution cabinet.

Eric silently pushed open the door and quickly slipped inside, his shoes making no sound as they stepped onto the anti-static floor.

Approaching in three steps, the man draws his right hand like a knife and aims at the carotid sinus at the back of the worker's neck. A blow to this area will trigger a vasovagal reflex, causing brief fainting, but it will not be fatal.

Snapped!
A precise chop to the side of the worker's neck.

The worker froze, and before he could react, his eyes rolled back, his knees buckled, and he collapsed like a machine that had lost power. Eric had already grabbed his shoulder with his left hand to prevent him from hitting the equipment when he fell.

Then, gently support him under his armpits and slowly lay him down on the ground, making sure his head doesn't hit the corner of the metal cabinet next to him.

The entire process takes no more than 2 seconds, and the worker doesn't even have a chance to make a sound.

Eric let out a soft breath, glanced at the surveillance camera above, and began to search for what he wanted to find according to his plan.

It's not surprising that industrial power distribution rooms have always had a separate video recording system.

He spotted a platform nearby, walked slowly over, and prepared to cut off the indoor surveillance.

Eric easily found the video recorder in the corner of the table; it was a black metal box with multiple hard drive lights flashing on it.

With no tools, he used sheer force to achieve a miracle, finding the circuit breaker labeled CCTV in the distribution box, breaking it with his bare hands, and then pulling off the power plug on the back of the main unit.

I forcibly opened the computer case, located the hard drive, and directly unplugged the SATA cable and power cable.

Then, he would take a wrench and tap the hard drive platter to physically destroy the magnetic recording, before stuffing it into the repair backpack he was carrying.

Having completed this step, Eric then looked at the cable trench covers on the ground, his gaze sweeping across the area until he finally found the widest cover.

This means the main cable trench can directly connect to other buildings, which also means it can reach the central building he wants to go to.

Because the factory's underground cable system inevitably connects all the buildings, and there is no monitoring.

This is more reliable than cumbersome ventilation ducts and harsh drainage pipes, and it runs directly through.

Eric lifted the cover with his bare hands and confirmed that the trench inside was about 0.5 to 1 meter in size, which he could crouch or crawl into.

"let's start."

Without much thought, Eric began his formal infiltration.

If he could, he would like to fight his way in, but the conditions here are quite complicated. If any problems arise, the workers outside will act as early warning systems.

It's very troublesome.

Therefore, this plan is currently the best option; his infiltration at most only avoids the largest outer perimeter of the enemy's protective network.

Eric moved along the main cable, and even when he encountered forks, he chose the direction with the densest cables, because the main line usually led to the central building.

His destination was the underground server room of the central building, and if I'm not mistaken, the enemy's main activity location was also underground.

After crawling for an unknown amount of time, Eric suddenly realized that he seemed to have reached his destination, because he saw someone walking across the cover above.

The footsteps began to quicken.

He avoided touching the black high-voltage cables, maintaining a safe distance as he turned over to face the cover above.

Sure enough, there were indeed people in high places.

He pondered for a moment, assessing the changes in crawling time and location to confirm that he had reached the basement of the central building.

The export version also uses floor covers.

Upon closer inspection, it is undoubtedly the power distribution room of the central building.

Fortunately, the power distribution room did not seem to be a key target for the enemy's defenses, or rather, they thought that no one could sneak in through the workers' protective netting outside.

There is some wariness, but not much.

So Eric only found one person walking around.

Because of his pacing around, Eric observed almost everything and muttered to himself.

"No uniform, just a vest, and a gun in his belt. Sure enough, this is the enemy's hideout."
Since that's the case

However, Eric, who had already infiltrated the core area, was not in a hurry to launch an attack.

Instead, it lies in the pipe like a real hunter, watching its prey through the cover, waiting for the perfect moment.

Before long, the opportunity arrived. But it wasn't the time to attack; rather, it was when the prey disappeared, and the footsteps faded into the distance until they vanished completely.

Eric slowly opened the cover, carefully creating a small angle to try and get the best possible view of the entire area.

It was indeed the familiar power distribution room.

The place was now empty; the prey that had been wandering around there had vanished.

The door was half-closed, not closed.

There was a guy sitting in front of the monitoring station, slacking off and playing with his phone, completely unaware that someone was hiding in the cable trench.

"good chance!"

Eric took one look, then immediately opened the cover, sat up, and climbed out in one breath.

The movement was extremely fluid, without any pause; he drew his Ontario MK 3 Navy knife and began his sprint.

In that instant, the person who had been slacking off seemed to realize something and subconsciously looked up.

But it was too late; he only saw a dark shadow approaching.

Eric used his left hand to pin his chin with the web of his hand, pressing his thumb against the carotid sinus, causing his heart rate to drop sharply and then applying force at a 45° angle backward and upward to cut off the possibility of vocal cord vibration.

The man slacking off froze, instinctively struggling, but Eric's right hand had already gripped the Ontario MK3, piercing through the enemy's supraclavicular fossa and penetrating the common carotid artery.

Then make a horizontal cut to ensure the trachea is completely severed.

That one move could be fatal.

Eric pulled out his Ontario MK3 and slowly tilted the limp corpse in his hands forward, letting it brace against the table.

Only then did he turn around to look at the situation behind him.

After confirming that there were no problems, I looked at the monitoring system in front. Compared to the simple independent monitoring system in the new factory, this one was much more detailed.

He even analyzed the surveillance footage on the screen, combined with the design drawings in his mind, and within a second, he figured out most of the key points the enemy was guarding.

"There are so many people," Eric muttered.

At the same time, through surveillance, he also learned exactly what the evil here was.

It's still the evil drug.

However, compared to the rougher style of Koreatown, this place appears more streamlined, like a complete assembly line.

The factory above produces canned luncheon meat, stores it in its database, and then ships some empty cans down here.

Here, some people will stuff that white packet of powder into a can, then seal it using the equipment here, and then transfer it to a transport vehicle outside.

It spread out without anyone noticing.

Seeing this, Eric thought that this man named Pushkin was actually quite clever.

They've pulled off one stunt after another, combining black and white in this way.

He could imagine how much of a headache the FBI would have to deal with this place, because the factories here not only generate revenue but also provide employment.

"They'll most likely try to control public opinion and limit the impact to a certain range," Eric muttered to himself, wiping the blood off his Ontario MK3 knife.

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The prey that had just left returned, having done something. He walked to the door and just as he entered, he saw his prey lying on the monitoring table, seemingly asleep.

He sighed helplessly and said, "Hey!" intending to wake his companion.

But in that instant, he was suddenly pressed down by a tremendous force, and he was startled.

Eric slammed his left hand down on the top of his head, then plunged the Ontario MK3 into his jaw from bottom to top.

With a soft "plop," the blade sank completely into the ground, until the guard pressed against the skin of the jaw.

Eric stared expressionlessly at his prey, whose eyes were wide open and whose mouth was spitting blood, unable to even scream. He rotated the knife handle 90 degrees to widen the wound and ensure rapid blood loss.

His left hand had already pulled him into the power distribution room.

He wiped the Ontario MK3 clean and stood by the door to observe the situation outside.

Two guards carrying submachine guns were walking along the wall path, approaching the corner electrical room.

This is a checkpoint. Once this checkpoint is cleared, he can spread outwards from here and check each checkpoint one by one.

Eric held his breath, adjusting it to a shallow and slow rhythm to lower his heartbeat, waiting for the two people outside to approach the power distribution room.

The two guards were still talking as they walked towards the entrance of the power distribution room, completely unaware that someone had already invaded and what had happened in the power distribution room.

Eric confirmed the two men's location by the approaching footsteps and their shadows cast on the floor.

The two began to get closer.

Eric was already tense all over.

Just as the guard approached the door and entered the doorway, Eric suddenly reached out with his left hand, grabbed the guard's right shoulder collar, and pulled him forcefully inward.

The outermost guard instinctively turned his head when his companion suddenly stopped.

Just as he was about to absorb external pheromones, a black beam shot out and struck his forehead, penetrating halfway into the blade.
He froze, and in the instant he collapsed, he saw his companion being dragged into the power distribution room from behind, with someone wrapping their arms around his neck.

The last of my five senses was a snap! My vision went completely dark.

Eric released the guard whose neck had been snapped, slowly walked out of the power distribution room, dragging in another corpse with a stab wound to the forehead. He threw the corpse next to his companion, casually pulled out his Ontario MK3, and walked out.

At this point, the enemy's defenses and controls had already shown weaknesses.

The deployment here is actually no different from the one above; there are many pieces of equipment and machinery.

It's just that the people are different.

Just like in the power distribution room, Eric turned into the equipment area in front, like a ghostly shadow precisely finding his hiding place, waiting for the guard at another guard post to reach this corner.

Of course, without the design drawings, knowledge of the guard posts, and the surrounding terrain, Eric would never have been able to achieve this.

There were also two guards stationed outside.

However, compared to the two people in the power distribution room, these two guards did not walk side by side, but were a step apart.

Just as the two were about to turn the corner, Eric swiftly extended his left hand in a claw shape to cover the mouth and nose of the target approaching the corner, while simultaneously pressing his thumb against the vagus nerve behind their ear.

Pfft!

The right-handed military knife slashed upwards from the inside of the right arm, the blade piercing the right carotid artery at a 45-degree angle.
Insert the needle to a depth of about 8 centimeters, ensuring that the carotid artery and vagus nerve are severed.

In the brief moment when another guard's vision was obstructed for about 0.5 seconds due to his shifting angle and being half a step behind, Eric swiftly drew his sword, didn't have time to deal with the corpse, and rushed forward.
The guards only saw a dark figure suddenly appear.

puff!
Just as he came to his senses, the blade was plunged into his left temple, blade down, until the guard ensured it had penetrated the skull and brainstem.

Unfortunately, no matter how fast Eric moved, the guard still instinctively let out a cry of alarm.

"who!"

Now, the noise around me started to get a bit louder.

Eric shook his head, looked at the guard in front of him whose pupils were bleeding, drew his sword, let the corpse fall onto the cold floor, and began to sheath his sword, pulling out a Beretta M9A3 that was already fitted with a silencer.

Although the terrain here provides cover with low-lying equipment, it is still an open hall, unlike complex terrain with one grid after another. No matter how perfectly it is made, it will always be noticed by the enemy.

Eric listened carefully to the sounds, then stopped dealing with the body and instead sneaked back into the equipment area, hiding in his previous spot. He took a few steps back and waited for his prey to approach after hearing the noise.

(End of this chapter)