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

Chapter 149 Completed
"damn it!"

The Russian who appeared to be the leader seemed to realize something, his face hardening as he turned to look at his last two henchmen behind him.

"Go out and take a look!"

The two men exchanged a solemn glance, then picked up their rifles and headed for the door.

Their hairs stood on end.

It was like facing a deadly crisis.

One of the Russians licked his dry lips, reached for the doorknob, and prepared to open the door and go out.

But the next second, just as he was turning the doorknob, he seemed to hear something and abruptly stopped.

At the same moment, as he opened the door, he seemed to foresee his own end. He opened his mouth, but there was no time to give any warning.

Undisguised gunfire erupted in the silence.

Bang bang bang bang!
One 5.45×39mm bullet after another pierced through the door panel and went straight through his body. The enormous kinetic energy instantly caused devastating injuries to his chest, abdomen, and shoulder.

A violent tearing!

The Russian man who was gripping the doorknob was jolted violently and fell to the side as if struck by a heavy hammer, crashing into the door frame.

Bang bang bang!

Outside the door, Eric was holding an AK-12 assault rifle against his shoulder, with the butt firmly against his shoulder and cheek, and his left hand firmly gripping the handguard to control the muzzle rise.

The area around the office door was instantly covered by a burst of short bursts of fire.

The gun barrel erupted with a continuous and fierce burst of fire.

He heard the sound, performed a standard fan-shaped search at the door frame, moved quickly along the edge of the door frame, and adjusted the direction of his gun in sync.

Eric's tactical maneuvers had an immediate effect.

Bang bang bang bang!
Subsequent bullets penetrated the door panel, and through the widening gap, swept across the second Russian following the one who had opened the door. His arms and neck were hit by stray bullets, and the powerful impact sent him down the same path as his companion.

"Ёбтвоюмать! (F***!)"

The last Russian, seemingly the leader, couldn't contain his fear and cursed in frustration before crouching down behind his desk to avoid the fierce barrage of fire.

However, he never expected that this curse would expose his location. Eric moved quickly, and upon hearing the second thud of a person falling to the ground...

Based on the number of enemies killed so far, Eric instantly determined that there was only one person left in the room. Upon hearing the cursing, he immediately analyzed the location and chose to charge in.

Bang bang bang bang!
Keep the trigger pulled and fire at the identified position.

The intense firepower suppressed the last Russian hiding behind the innermost desk, preventing him from even raising his head.

The intense firepower, the flying wood chips, the piercing bullets, and the sight of his comrades dying instantly created a powerful psychological shock and suppression effect, making it impossible for him to organize an effective counterattack.

At the same time, Eric took a big step forward with his right foot, propelling his body forward.

Step in with your left foot, and your body will be completely inside the doorway.

The gun barrels, maintaining continuous suppressive fire, were already pointed inside the office.

Judging from the cursing, his gaze quickly scanned past the fallen corpses and locked onto the last Russian who had been crouching and hiding in the deep office.

The results speak for themselves.

The Russian died on the spot, his death was gruesome, he was killed by Eric's precise shot without firing a single shot.

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"Please don't move! As long as you stand obediently against the wall, nothing will happen to you."

A moment later, loudspeakers blared throughout the underground area, silencing the somewhat agitated crowd disturbed by the intense gunfire.

“I have people outside. If you don’t obey, I can’t guarantee what might happen, so please don’t cause us any unnecessary trouble.”

—————————————————— "He went up."

The car that had been following McCall parked on the side of the street, watching McCall go upstairs, and spoke into the phone he was talking to.

"OK! You guys keep a close eye on him and make sure he stays at home until we get there."

The Russian on the phone nodded as he watched the figure disappear at the top of the stairs.

"understand!"

He hung up the phone, nodded to his companion sitting in the passenger seat, and they got out of the car together.

The two quickly scanned their surroundings and then walked together toward the apartment building in front of them.

They prepared to go up and keep watch.

The two went inside and went up the first set of stairs, preparing to climb to the landing and head towards the second set of stairs to the second floor.

However, just as they stepped onto the platform and turned around, they suddenly discovered that McCall hadn't gone up at all. Instead, he was pressed against the concrete wall, bending his legs to lower his center of gravity, with his head slightly below the height of the platform, waiting for them.

The two men were startled and prepared to draw their guns.

But McCall had already pounced, striking the Russian in front of him with a powerful palm strike to the hollow below his Adam's apple. The force of the blow precisely shattered his cricoid cartilage, causing him to suffocate instantly. His eyes widened, and he clutched his throat in pain, staggering backward.

At the same time, McCall saw that the Russian behind him had drawn his pistol. He used the Russian in front, who was covering his neck, as a shield and slammed him into the Russian who had drawn his gun, causing him to lose his balance.

At the same time, McCall's right hand shot out like lightning, seizing the opportunity to firmly grip the other man's wrist holding the gun, while his left hand fiercely clawed at his face, his fingertips digging into his eye sockets. The intense pain and instantaneous blindness caused the other man to scream in agony.

This is not enough!

McCall raised his right foot and slammed it into the opponent's groin. The double pain from the severe blows to two vital points instantly rendered the Russian, who had already drawn his gun, temporarily incapacitated. Forget about aiming, even raising his gun became impossible.

McCall then used his right fist to strike the man's temple, and with a final blow, he struck the mastoid bone behind the ear, severing the auditory and balance nerves, causing the man's instant death.

"Whoo~"

McCall looked at the two corpses lying on the platform, instinctively raised his wrist, looked at the countdown timer on his watch, and pressed it.

"Four seconds."

McCall thought to himself, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes. He had just judged himself to be about three seconds old.

Now it has taken more than a second.

He really is getting old. If he were in his prime, he could have finished the job in about three seconds.

McCall took a deep breath, shook his head, and prepared to dispose of the body.

Just then, my phone, which was set to vibrate, suddenly started vibrating in my pocket.

A thought struck him, as if he knew something. He picked up his phone, looked at the text message, and smiled slightly.

It was a text message from the young patrol officer: "First area cleared."

"Wow, that's really fast!" McCall put away his phone, still unable to help but exclaim.

He knew that the first regional luncheon meat plant would definitely be the most difficult hurdle.

“Okay, I have to try too!” McCall crouched down and began moving the body.

The solution was simple: just throw them one by one into the fire escape next to the second floor.

After completing this step, McCall walked out of the apartment building and headed towards the apartment building across the street.

As a veteran of the CIA, how could I not be prepared?

After all, even a cunning rabbit needs to prepare several hiding places.

(End of this chapter)