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

Chapter 150 Inspection

Eric, wearing a mask he'd swiped from the office, holding a rifle, his clothes soaked in blood, looked like a demon crawled out of hell. He stood behind the workers responsible for the 'drug' production line, who were trembling but also obediently standing against the wall.

laughed.

“Very good, you all haven’t caused me too much trouble, and I will show you the same respect.”

Eric gestured to the line leader, who had been standing nervously to the side, and instructed him to use cable ties to bind the workers' hands and feet one by one.

Eric knew these people were most likely not members of the Grizzly Gang, but he should know exactly what his job was. The most likely scenario was that these people were workers carefully selected by the Grizzly Gang.

In that case, the police will determine the nature of these individuals' actions.

Once the so-called "long thread" was tied, Eric made him stand in front of him, with his back to everyone.

"No, no, don't kill me!" The line leader's voice and body were trembling uncontrollably.

Eric didn't answer, but took the zip ties from his hand, tied his hands and feet, and chopped him with a palm strike, knocking him unconscious. Then he addressed the crowd standing against the wall in front of him.

"Please wait patiently. Someone will come to deal with you in a while. Before that, you'd better not try anything stupid, or don't blame me if you die."

Eric left behind another threatening remark, then stepped back, closed the door of the small warehouse, tossed aside his rifle, and started walking towards the exit.

He threw away the rifle in his hand.

Take off the blood-stained clothes.

He grabbed another clean set of clothes and put them on. Then he returned to the spot, destroyed all the surveillance equipment, found the hard drive platters, physically destroyed the magnetic records on them, and stuffed them into the repair backpack he was carrying, ready to take them all away.

Of course, what they took away was not only these hard drive platters, but also the evidence collected in that office, not just the so-called list, but also important incriminating evidence on the computer.

What Pushkin did was far more impressive and far more extensive than he had imagined.

It can be said that his 'drug' factory supplies not only this place, but also New York and other Grizzly gang branches in other states.

He really did seem like one of those so-called heroes this time.

Eric shook his head, glanced back at the blood-stained corpse on the ground, pressed down the cover, and returned the way he came.

Although it's possible to simply walk out from the outside, Eric felt that returning the way he came was the safest option, considering the verification process and the presence of surveillance cameras.

It wasn't that he was afraid; he simply disliked the hassle.

Eric climbed back to the power distribution room in the underground area of ​​the new factory, glanced at the still unconscious worker, covered up all traces, and swaggered out.

No one will know what is happening in the basement of the central building at this time.

Soon, a group of fierce police officers will storm in.

But the prerequisite is that he has to hand these things over to Tifa.

Stepping out of the empty factory, Eric easily scaled the wall again, glanced around, opened the car door, and got into the secondhand car he had bought.

ignition.

start up.

Go ahead and go.

He still has much to do, because Pushkin had two more places like this.

However, unlike the 'drug' factories here, one is a warehouse of black money waiting to be cleaned up, and the other is an even darker organ trafficking warehouse.

However, these two places are easier to deal with than the luncheon meat factory because he can directly infiltrate them and kill whoever he sees.

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McCall climbed to the same top floor, entered one of the rooms, closed the door, and then slowly walked towards the master bedroom, grabbing a stool from the living room.

The master bedroom has a very simple style, but a long telescope that has already been set up is placed by the window. Next to the telescope is a small table with a laptop on it.

He placed the stool in front of the table and sat down, quietly gazing at the gap in the curtains, his eyes looking outside.

The apartment building across the street and the house on the same floor were the rooms he used to live in.

McCall looked away, glanced at his laptop, and casually clicked on it. The laptop screen displayed frame by frame of real-time monitoring footage.

He had already installed surveillance cameras in his house.

time flies.

After an unknown amount of time, two Toyota Siennas suddenly drove up and slowly stopped on the side of the street.

To McCall's attention, fourteen burly Russians stepped down, including Nick.

At this moment, the group first observed the situation on the street, and then took out the rifles and submachine guns that they had prepared beforehand.

McCall suddenly remembered what the young patrolman had said: They were ready.

The thought flashed through his mind, and McCall carefully observed the behavior patterns of this group of Russians, instantly analyzing their differences. Every move they made carried a habitual characteristic that was clearly different from that of ordinary people.

These traits are usually developed on the battlefield or through extensive practice.

As he watched the group of people walk into the apartment building one by one, McCall frowned, recalling Nick's information.

The document states that Nick has a small team whose members are all former special forces soldiers.

“Looks like it’s this group.” McCall started pulling up his long telescope and began watching everything happening in the apartment building with his laptop.

"We haven't heard from Thucydides and his men who were keeping an eye on them."

At this moment, the group of Russians in the apartment building were on high alert.

One of the Russians, holding an AK-15 assault rifle, muttered.

Nick's expressionless face darkened further. The Thucydides Group were the two men who were tailing McCall, and the lack of news from them meant they were dead.

This also means that their operation is likely to fail.

But Nick still made a forward tactical gesture upwards.

The group took up their guns and used professional search tactics to advance upwards, floor by floor, until they reached McCall's doorstep.

At this point, the team's tacit understanding began to show, with a clear division of labor.

Several men stood by the door lock, their guns already aimed at the fan-shaped area inside; several others were responsible for guarding the windows and the corridor; and several others stood guard outside the door, controlling the perimeter.

Then, under Nick's instructions, the player responsible for breaking through the goal went forward and scored.

Bang!
The moment the goalkeeper broke through, he quickly retreated, and the first striker immediately threw a stun grenade.

Another loud 'bang' followed as the stun grenade exploded. Led by the scout, the team that had been pre-aiming inside the door immediately moved sideways in a 'crab walk' motion, using a 'slice-like' search method to break into the room, scanning the interior in the 12-6-3-9 o'clock order.
The initial firepower covers all blind spots.

However, to the group's surprise, the house was empty and deserted. The drawn curtains made the room dark.

Only the heavy breathing and soft footsteps of the crowd remained.

"Clear!"

One of the Russians said in a deep voice, "The target isn't here!"

Nick, who was following behind with the others, heard this, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and suppressed all his emotions.

"examine!"

(End of this chapter)