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

Chapter 148 Cleaning
Russian: "Did you hear that?"

At the far end of the corner in front of the body stood two Russians, their backs against the wall, their eyes fixed on the assembly line equipment in the center.

One of the Russians asked instinctively.

"how??"

"I just heard a sound." The Russian man, who had spoken to his companion, frowned as he looked toward the right-hand bend.

"Sure?"

The two exchanged a glance to communicate, then picked up the rifles hanging on their chests and began to slowly walk towards the corner.

As they closed the distance, just as they turned the corner, they saw the corpse lying in a pool of blood. They were both shocked, and their expressions changed instantly.

However, the two of them weren't stupid; they didn't rush over.

Instead, they approached the body slowly while holding their guns, and one of them took out a walkie-talkie and made a low-pitched announcement.

"Something's happened in Area A! Strangers have broken in!"

After giving the order, the two men, as if facing a formidable enemy, cautiously moved forward with their guns drawn, attempting to explore the area ahead.

All eyes were drawn to the passage leading inside near the corpse.

But the corner blocked their view, and they had to walk over to broaden their field of vision in order to see what was inside.

So the two looked at each other, adopted a one-in-one formation, and continued to move forward.

But suddenly a dark shadow flickered in their field of vision, startling both of them, and they instinctively wanted to make a move.

But just as they began to move, two muffled gunshots rang out in succession.

*Thud!* The first bullet pierced precisely between the eyebrows of the Russian soldier standing at the front, exploding into a spray of blood.

*Thud!* The second bullet followed closely, accurately piercing the eye of another Russian, leaving a clear, bloody hole.

Thump! The body fell to the ground with a dull thud. Eric walked over expressionlessly, picked up the walkie-talkie that had fallen to the ground, and continued walking slowly forward.

With his current level of skill, his nerve reaction and movement speed are far beyond those of ordinary people. Now, with the addition of Rapid Shooting Lv5 (Mastery) and Precision Shooting Lv5 (Mastery), Eric doesn't even know what level he is at now.

It's like I've got a cheat code in an FPS shooting game.

After analyzing the locations of the various guard posts, the design drawings, and the route plan in his mind, Eric walked to the corner but did not go out.

He crouched down, pressed himself against the inside wall of the corner, his right hand holding the gun at his side, the muzzle pointing to the ground. The view ahead was unobstructed.

In this type of terrain, the defender always has the advantage.

"Henry! What happened?"

The walkie-talkie crackled to life, and Eric listened intently to the sounds outside. There was another guard post at the end of the road ahead.

This outpost is the closest, so their support will arrive the fastest.

Their only route is this main road ahead.

Eric's mind raced. He held his breath, listening intently to the sounds approaching from afar. Based on distance, footsteps, and shadows in the dim light, he precisely judged the enemy's position, spacing, and speed of movement.

"Go and see!"

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Just as Eric had expected, the two Russians at the last sentry post were cautiously advancing the search side by side, armed with AK-12 assault rifles, their muzzles pointed forward and downward, on high alert.

Although the Beretta M9A3, fitted with a silencer, produced a muffled but still clearly audible gunfire, both men heard the shots, and with no response on the walkie-talkie...
The two of them were extremely tense at this moment.

“Closer.” Eric’s body remained motionless, controlling his heartbeat with shallow, diaphragmatic breathing. His gaze was sharp as an eagle’s, his focus fixed on the area where his expected target was about to appear.

When the head and upper body of the figure in front of him clearly appeared in the expected area, Eric burst into action, his waist, abdomen and leg muscles working together to spring his body upward like a spring, transitioning from a crouching position to a stable half-kneeling shooting position.

As the body rises, both hands work together to push and pull the gun out, with the muzzle pointing at the target along the shortest path and in the straightest line. The whole process is smooth and swift, taking less than 0.5 seconds.

In that instant, every detail of the enemy became crystal clear in Eric's narrowed pupils: their eyes wide with terror, their futile, slow-moving reactions.

boom!
The first 9mm bullet hit his vital chest and neck area precisely.

The immense stopping force instantly disrupted its central nervous system transmission function, causing the target to immediately lose the ability to move, its body to stiffen, and it tended to lean backward.

Eric's gaze left the first target without hesitation, his body weight shifted upward, and he moved to the side and back in a fan shape, his eyes locking onto the second enemy's upper chest vitals like a laser beam.

The gun muzzle moves in sync with the line of sight; the gun moves as one with the eye.

The second enemy was only just beginning to react to the muffled gunshot.

But Eric's gun was already pointed at the center of his upper chest. He fired a second pre-compression, and in the last few centimeters of the gun's travel before the muzzle was in position, his index finger pulled the trigger to fire the gun instantly.

boom!
The second bullet accurately struck the second enemy in the upper chest, specifically the area around the heart and major blood vessels, instantly neutralizing his mobility due to its powerful stopping effect.

The two shots were fired in an instant. Eric lowered his gun and quickly fired another shot into the head of the first target who had collapsed to the ground.

*Pfft!* Make sure he's completely dead.

At the same time, hold your breath and listen carefully to see if there are any other footsteps, shouts, or weapon sounds in front of or behind you in the passage.

While keeping moving, dodge around the corner, sidestep to approach the second enemy, and aim for the head to fire a follow-up shot.

*Thud!* Another precise headshot.

Eric walked over and squatted down next to the second corpse to begin searching for equipment.

Unfortunately, these enemies didn't prepare much.

Eric could only pick up the AK-12 assault rifle, sling it over his shoulder, stand up, step over the corpse, and continue advancing. At that moment, a cacophony of announcements came through the walkie-talkie.

Is anyone in Sector B?

Is anyone in Area A?

"Theo! Something's happened!"

"Quick! Go check it out!"

The jumbled sounds of the phone calls flooded Eric's ears, but this only made him more aware of the situation and more adept at handling it.

"Nine left," he thought to himself, ignoring the growing commotion, as he continued to advance steadily, anticipating the enemy's possible locations.

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"Damn it, who is it?!"

In one of the offices, three Russians looked at each other, their hearts pounding in their chests as they listened to the sporadic gunshots outside followed by a deathly silence. Their eyes were filled with fear of the unknown.

Since when, all the companions who could previously keep in touch have lost contact, as if they had all vanished in an instant.

One of the Russians finally couldn't contain himself any longer and grabbed the walkie-talkie, shouting:

"Is anyone there? Is anyone still alive?!"

However, all that answered him was deathly silence; there was no further response.

(End of this chapter)