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

Chapter 165 Calm
The black shadows he had seen earlier: Remington 870s, not one, but two.

It's a pump-action type, requiring loading for each shot.

Below are two boxes of shotgun shells, each containing twenty-five rounds.

Ray, this legendary old patrolman, is really something else. Eric raised an eyebrow, took out a pair of gloves from inside and put them on, then took out one of them to check it.

It looks like it's secondhand, but after being maintained, it feels quite smooth.

He roughly knew why Ray used a shotgun; the trajectory of each shotgun shell was random, eliminating the possibility of tracking the trajectory.

It has to be said that Lei is quite cautious.

That makes sense. Judging from his appearance, he's probably done a lot of shady work in his 25 years as a patrol officer.

It's important to know that during the time Ray was a patrol officer, body cameras were not yet widespread.

Just thinking about it makes it clear what kind of person Lei really is.

Eric glanced at Ray, who had no expression on his face, and felt that the 187 gang had messed with the wrong people.

But this 187 gang, which I've never even heard of, probably has no idea who's behind the girl they randomly bought.

This is also normal.

From a gangster's perspective, who the hell cares about a low-level patrol officer?

While Ray was driving, Eric began loading shotgun shells.

These two Remington 870s have a magazine capacity of six rounds, but loading one round first will give you a total of 6+1 rounds.

The loading sound was not noticeable amidst the engine roar, yet it reached my ears with unusual clarity.

Neither of the two people in the car spoke, but their silence conveyed a deep understanding.

Eric loaded the magazine and then fastened the side ammunition belt, which held five spare shotgun shells.

Organize the Remington 870.

Eric then flipped down, and two pistols appeared.

The classic Colt M1911, .45 ACP caliber, has a very strong stopping power.

The all-black gun looked quite striking in the dim light.

However, its small magazine capacity is a significant drawback that doesn't suit his preferences and makes him feel insecure.

He prefers guns with larger magazine capacities.

However, Eric felt that Ray seemed to have a kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder. He insisted on having two identical shotguns, and not only that, he also wanted two identical pistols.

Even the number of ammunition is the same; there's really no one else like that.

However, his only regret was the lack of a muffler.

Therefore, the gunfire tonight should be very noticeable.

But then I thought, that drug lab must be located in the suburbs, in a remote area, so whether or not there were gunshots, I didn't need to worry about it.

Based on his current assessment of the size of the 187 gang, it should be a small street gang with only a few core members and peripheral members, which is more than enough to control a community or block.

However, it is precisely these small gangs that are often the most dangerous, and Eric instinctively thought of Gecko.

Smaller size usually means greater internal cohesion.

Eric glanced out the window; Ray had already left the Los Angeles area and was now on the 105 freeway, heading straight for Lynwood.

Eric turned his attention back to his work and continued tidying up, finishing in no time.

两把6+1的雷明顿870，侧面装有弹带五发霰弹，两把满弹7发（弹匣内）+ 1发（膛内）的柯尔特m1911，四把弹匣。

Two people are more than enough to deal with a small gang. Any more than that would likely be a waste of time.

After he finished packing, he removed the Glock 17 magazine and other accessories from his duty belt, fastened the M1911 pistol and its two magazines, and then loaded ten shotgun shells into the safety.

Lei had already driven the car onto a side road next to the highway and was driving along the road.

Residential buildings, far apart in the surrounding area, can be seen everywhere.

This is already Lynwood territory, and a little further on is the neighboring Southgate.

He was unfamiliar with the place, and the surroundings were all unfamiliar, but judging from Lei's familiar manner, he probably had been here many times before.

Before long, Lei drove the car to the vicinity of a low, dilapidated single-story building.

Eric looked around; the environment looked like an abandoned factory area.

Although there are some dilapidated residential buildings, they appear to be uninhabited.

In any case, since this is the drug production site of the 187 gang, even if people live here, they must be under the control of the gang and living a life of barely making ends meet.

Lei drove up to this point, turned off the headlights, and then stopped on the side of the residential street: "Do you see that house?"

Eric withdrew his gaze from observation and looked in the direction he indicated. A low, dilapidated single-story building came into view, with two unassuming but powerful old cars parked outside the overgrown yard.

“Shouldn’t someone be in charge of this?” Eric said.

"I think so too. They probably also have mobile homes (multi-seater vehicles), and they'll move immediately if they sense anything is wrong."

As Lei spoke, he put on gloves and organized his equipment.

Like Eric, he fastened his M1911 pistol and magazine to his duty belt, then picked up his Remington 870 for a final check.

“So, I’ll take charge of the front?” Eric asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Ray.

Comparatively speaking, a frontal assault is obviously more dangerous.

However, Lei shook his head and refused: "No, you take charge of what happens afterward. After all, I'm the one who dragged you into this."

Hearing this, Eric felt somewhat helpless, but seeing Ray's expression, he knew that Ray wouldn't back down, so he could only nod in agreement.

"Okay, then I'll take care of the back."

After the division of labor was clear, Eric looked towards the front yard and could vaguely see a figure in the weeds. The guy was smoking, but it was hard to tell if it was cigarettes, marijuana, or something else.

But this guy was undoubtedly a lookout.

“Be careful, Ray,” Eric said, turning his gaze back to Ray, who was already ready.

“You too.” Lei smiled, his eyes already focused, and tapped the walkie-talkie on his chest:

Channel 5.

Eric understood what he meant: maintain radio silence unless there was a mortal crisis requiring notification.

Because all calls made on police radios—whether on the main channel, TAC channel, or encrypted channel—are automatically recorded and stored by the dispatch center for months.

Moreover, once a call is made, the location information may also be transmitted to the dispatch center. Of course, in a life-or-death situation, this risk is not a concern.

Eric calmly replied, "Okay."

Upon hearing the reply, Lei pushed open the door and got out of the car.

Eric also picked up his Remington 870 and got out of the car a little later.

On the dimly lit street, the two men, one in front and one behind, carried Remington 870, quietly making their way toward the low, dilapidated single-story building.

At a fork in the road, Eric and Ray exchanged a glance, then turned right onto the road, separating for the time being.

Ray watched Eric's retreating figure, took a deep breath, and continued to stealthily move forward.

Eric... After this operation, Eric's affairs are now his affairs, or rather, from this moment on, he truly accepts Eric in his heart.

"Perhaps it's time to introduce Eric," Ray thought to himself.

When Lei sneaked to the side corner of the front yard, the two people sitting on the deck chairs enjoying the night were looking at him, this uninvited guest, with puzzled expressions.

As Ray met the two men's gaze, he quickly scanned the house out of the corner of his eye. The front door was tightly shut, and the windows were also tightly closed. With just one glance, Ray knew that all the gaps inside the windows must have been sealed with towels and tape to prevent light and, most importantly, odors from leaking out.

"Hey?"

Because Ray was holding the shotgun with one hand and the gun was hidden by the fence, the two guards on the deckchair were completely unaware that a deadly danger was approaching.

They just felt that the stranger was looking at the house behind them and acting suspiciously.

The man on the right stood up and slowly reached his right hand towards his waist.

But in that instant, he was dumbfounded.

Ray had already raised his shotgun and aimed it at them with astonishing speed, without any hesitation.

-

Boom! Two sharp gunshots ripped through the deathly silence of the night sky.

"here we go?"

Upon hearing the gunshot, Eric quickly circled around to the backyard of the house.

There are almost no ornamental plants here, only a few malnourished trees interspersed with dead shrubs.

The fence is a chain-link wire mesh, with its bottom covered in weeds.

Thanks to his enhanced physique, Eric was able to detect the faint scent in the air with just a sniff.

It had a pungent, strong, and irritating chemical smell, which became stronger the closer you got to the barbed wire fence.

"No wonder it's a small workshop." Eric glanced at the five-seater SUV parked behind him, roughly estimating the number of people inside, and thought to himself.

Before he could get close, a burst of fierce barking suddenly rang out!
Wang Wang Wang! ! !
Accompanied by fierce barking, two low, dark figures swiftly pounced onto the barbed wire fence in the dim light; they were two large, ferocious Rottweilers.

Without hesitation, Eric picked up his shotgun and fired the first shot. He kept the trigger pulled and then pulled back the handguard to fire a second shot, instantly killing the two Rottweilers blocking his way.

No matter how fierce you are, two shotgun blasts will take you down.

Click!

Eric pulled back the handguard again and pulled the trigger, blasting the latch on the back door of the barbed wire fence. He kicked open the gate, quickly entered the backyard, ignored the warehouse next door, and rushed straight to the closed back door of the house.

By this time, he could hear a slight commotion inside the house; Lei's gunshot had finally alerted those inside.

-

Just as Eric had predicted, the two gunshots rang out from the front yard stunned everyone inside the house.

In that instant, all sounds in the room—the hum of the heating plate, the gurgling of liquid, even the faint snoring—seemed to be paused, leaving only deathly silence.

In the first room (the drug-making room), which had been specially sealed off, the man stirring a viscous liquid at the long table froze instantly, the stirring rod hanging in mid-air. He stiffly turned towards the front window where the sound was coming from, his pupils dilating in shock.

The accomplice next to him, who was responsible for filtering the crystals, also looked surprised and suspicious.

Meanwhile, on the sofa in the living room outside the room, two dozing men suddenly opened their bloodshot eyes, sprang up as if electrocuted, their eyes dazed yet extremely alert, and instinctively clutched the sawed shotguns in their arms.

Everyone's face was filled with surprise and a sense of foreboding.

A man with a gloomy face, who looked like a leader, rushed out of the second room and shouted at the main entrance:
"Joey! Joey! Answer me! What the hell happened?!"

But there was no response; the deathly silence of the front yard struck him like a hammer blow.

His next voice was almost a roar, and he instinctively drew a revolver, staring intently at the front door:

"Damn it! Are they cops?! Or are they here to rob us?! No! They're cops! They're definitely cops!"

This shout was like stirring up a hornet's nest, and everyone in the room immediately sprang into action.

The two men on the sofa, who were holding sawed-off shotguns, instantly changed their bewildered expressions to fierceness and a hint of fear. They sprang up from the sofa and quickly gathered around.

"Go! Take a look."

The man who came out of the room was indeed the leader. He nodded toward the main entrance towards the two guards.

One of the two guards stepped out and cautiously walked towards the door.

The rest of the men all pointed their guns at the door.

Meanwhile, the two people in the drug-making room panicked and frantically threw bags of finished products into the still-reacting pot to destroy them.

One of them began frantically rummaging through the pile of debris for weapons.

-

Just as the guard in charge of the reconnaissance was cautiously preparing to open the door to check...

Eric's three shots rang out abruptly, startling everyone in the room! Immediately afterward, a fourth shot rang out, the padlock on the front door flew off, and the bolt broke! The door bounced open a crack inward.

"Oh, shit!!"

The guards inside the main gate stared in horror as the fifth shot rang out.

boom!
The main gate seemed to be struck by an invisible hammer, shaking violently, with wood chips flying everywhere, and instantly riddled with bullet holes.

The guards at the gate didn't even have time to scream before they collapsed to the ground like puppets with broken strings.

"Damn it!"

The remaining leaders and the last guard, like startled birds, frantically pulled the triggers and fired all their shots at the front door, which had been opened a crack.

Bang bang bang bang bang! Fierce gunfire erupted, and the poor front gate suffered once again.

Lei, who was outside the door, had already lowered his body and pressed himself against the wall by the door to avoid the bullets fired from inside. He calmly looked up at the closed window above, then pulled back the handguard, stood up, and fired a shot in an attempt to create an entry point or distract the enemy.

Boom! The window didn't shatter; only some shards of glass and wood chips flew out. The people inside had sealed all the windows shut with thick wooden planks.

Lei shook his head.

-

At the same time, Eric heard gunshots from ahead. He immediately picked up his Remington 870 and fired a shot at the door lock latch area. The door lock and the surrounding door panels were shattered, revealing a hole the size of a washbasin, and smoke filled the air.

In the instant the gunfire intensified, Eric decisively turned to the side and kicked the edge of the hole hard with his right foot! With a loud bang, the already precarious door panel collapsed inward.

Taking advantage of that brief opening, Eric pulled the handguard, cocked the shotgun, and quickly ducked down, the muzzle of the shotgun probing into the room first, his body following closely behind.

At the same time, following the gun barrels along the corridor ahead, I saw two figures firing wildly at the front door.

The two figures, startled by the commotion behind them, instinctively turned around to look.

A single glance back terrified them; it was the last time they would ever see each other.

boom!
Rapid Fire Lv5 (Specialization), Precision Fire Lv5 (Specialization) activated.

Without hesitation, Eric pulled the trigger. The gun vibrated slightly, and the first man collapsed to the ground like a sandbag as the shotgun fired. Snap! He then pulled back the handguard to chamber another round and killed the second man who had just reacted.

Eric casually discarded his Remington 870, which only had one shot left, smoothly drew his M1911 from his belt, and moved forward along the corridor in a CAR firing stance.

He could already hear the noises coming from inside the side wall.

But at that moment, the front door was suddenly kicked open, and Lei appeared.

Eric reacted instantly, noticing Ray's movements and expression, as well as the sudden shift in the gun's direction, and instinctively raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, that's all."

next second.

Boom! Two sudden bursts of lightning struck, followed by the muffled thud of objects falling to the ground, and the room fell into complete silence.

Ray gave Eric a look, then stepped over the corpse and continued to carefully search the house.

Eric listened intently, but there was no further sound; it seemed the threat inside the house had been eliminated.

(End of this chapter)