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

Chapter 163 Silent Understanding (Please Subscribe and Vote)

It seemed that God had heard his heartfelt words.

As Eric slowly drove the police car to a bar with many Harley-Davidson motorcycles parked at the entrance,
Just as they were about to find some fun with the motorcycle gangs here, trying to create a police incident to see if they could trigger a mission.

The previously quiet radio suddenly crackled to life: "Attention all patrol units! Code 2-HIGH (priority event, requires the use of police lights or sirens)."
Code 246 (Shooting in a residential area): A shooting occurred at the intersection of Fifth Street and Kent Avenue. The person who called the police was certain they heard gunshots, and nearby gunshot detection confirmed that gunshots were indeed heard in the area.

Eric raised an eyebrow, looked at the burly men sitting on the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, their faces grim as they stared at the police car, and picked up his walkie-talkie:

"10-L-11, received! On its way to investigate."

Then, under their gloomy gazes, he abruptly turned the steering wheel, made a U-turn, and quickly left the spot.

A police report like this, confirming the sound of gunfire, wouldn't just require one patrol unit to rush over.

This is to prevent any accidents from happening. The Los Angeles Police Department has always adhered to a wolfpack approach when dealing with these kinds of police reports.

This is the usual practice for encirclement hunting operations.

Eric glanced at the map in his notebook, and sure enough, in addition to his icon moving rapidly, the icons representing Will, Weston, and the others were also on their way.

But ultimately, it was because he happened to be in this area looking for trouble that his location was closest to the destination where the report was filed.

But
"Wait, isn't this the tool and hardware store I went to buy from?"

Eric looked at the map and suddenly paused. The destination of the report was very close to the tool store, the place where he bought the lathe and where McCall worked.

With a slight frown, Eric seemed to have thought of something, and pressed the accelerator down a little further.

"McCall? Gunshots?"

The thought flashed through his mind, and Eric arrived at his destination at a remarkable speed, far surpassing the speed of Will's patrol units.

Upon arriving at his destination, Eric realized that his earlier thought and intuition were not wrong.

The destination is just across the street from the tool shop in front of us.

"10-L (Single Patrol)-11, arrived at the scene, Code 6-A disembarked to investigate. Attention required from nearby units."

Dispatch Center: "Received!"

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There was no one who called the police, but based on his intuition, Eric, after getting out of the car and closing the door, looked at the tool store in front of him and had a feeling that something big had happened inside.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, then walked to the trunk, picked up the M4A1 he had paid for himself, checked it to make sure there were no problems, and then went into a state of alert. Holding the gun, he quickly walked towards the tool store.

However, to his surprise, before he even reached the square in front, a large group of panicked people suddenly appeared on the street that stretched along the tool market.

The group of people seemed to have escaped from a side entrance of the mall, running straight into the street.

His panicked appearance made him look like he was fleeing a disaster.

With just one glance, Eric recognized several familiar faces in the crowd, including Tom, the manager from that day, and some of the workers who had previously delivered equipment to McCall's homes.

Eric had already imagined what the scene inside the mall was like, and he also had some guesses about the truth inside.

It's highly likely that Nick's special forces team felt they couldn't remain passive, so they took the initiative, took the workers in the mall hostage, forced McCall out, and created a direct confrontation.

Although the situation inside is unclear, the fact that these hostages have managed to escape means that the scales of victory have tipped in McCall's favor.

Just as Eric was stunned, the group of people saw the police car with its red and blue lights and Eric, who had just walked over, and all of them showed expressions of great joy.

"Officer! Quick! There are criminals inside! And victims too!" someone shouted.

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Eric nodded, and amidst the astonished looks of his manager Tom and the delivery workers, he picked up his M4A1 and quickly slipped into the mall. Just as he had expected, the seemingly closed doors were not closed at all.

That's not the point.

The main point is that the huge shopping mall was eerily quiet, with a lingering smell of gunpowder in the air, and...
Eric looked up at the fire pumps that were automatically spraying water in response to the fire alarm.

"It's really you."

He looked at the black figure emerging from the dimly lit corridor, being drenched by the fire hoses from above, put away his M4A1, and relaxed his tense body, sighing with emotion.

"it's over?"

The figure was McCall, and he bore the marks of a fight.

Eric's gaze briefly lingered on a tool in his hand—a nail gun.

He thought about it for a moment, and combined with McCall's appearance, an image quietly emerged: McCall was using this nail gun like a pistol, shooting one enemy after another.

"Ah."

McCall was somewhat surprised by Eric's arrival. He had expected patrol officers to be drawn by the gunshots, but he hadn't anticipated it would be Eric, and so quickly at that.

"It's over, but I didn't expect the police to be you?"

McCall casually tossed aside the nail gun in his hand, looked at Eric, and laughed.

"Officer, what are you planning to do? Are you going to arrest me?" He glanced specifically at the body camera on Eric's body.

Eric chuckled. "I did think it might be you, that's why the body camera wasn't turned on yet."

Upon hearing this, McCall let out a soft breath, stretched his tense body, and walked past Eric.

"What are you planning to do next?" Eric asked McCall, turning to look at him.

As per the previously agreed-upon plan, he was responsible for cleaning up Pushkin's criminal hideouts and weakening the protective layer around Pushkin, while McCall was in charge of Nick's group of special forces soldiers.

He completed his mission.

It seems McCall has now completed his task.

So what remains is the new plan.
"To catch the thief, first catch the king," McCaldon said calmly, pausing his steps.

"I'm planning to go to Moscow."

Eric's thoughts were exactly the same. He smiled slightly, said nothing, and simply watched McCall leave and disappear from sight.

Because he understood McCall's underlying message: leave the matter to him.

They didn't know when it started, but a silent understanding developed between them.

“The real masters are hidden in plain sight, and now they’ve come down from the mountain.” Eric slung the M4A1 over his shoulder, turned on the body camera, pulled out the Glock 17, and began to explore the situation inside.

The deeper Eric explored, the more he realized how brilliant McCall was.

Because the bodies he found were either trapped, crushed under drills, or killed in fierce struggles.

Judging from the traces at the scene, the battle seemed intense, but none of the bodies were killed by bullets, which means that McCall didn't need to use a gun to deal with these special forces soldiers.

There were even deaths caused by nail guns, and this corpse was none other than Nick, who looked extremely fierce.

Eric watched quietly.

The guy's wounds appeared in sequence: the first shot was to the hand holding the gun, the second to below the shoulder, and the third to the head.
(End of this chapter)