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

Chapter 178 Control
at this time.

Bill has already checked two of the seven targets in economy class, leaving five remaining.

The same applies to business class.

Bill glanced back at Eric behind him, then looked at his third target, a woman.

“45B Tanya Rick,” Bill said, his gaze seemingly fixed on the third target, but his eyes were secretly scanning the remaining four targets.

He gestured for the third target to stand up, then called out loudly, "Penia Bradley." That was the name from the business class side.

As soon as he finished speaking, Eric walked toward his third target and gestured for her to stand up.

"Madam, please cooperate with the examination."

The woman was middle-aged or elderly and quite cooperative, so Eric focused most of his attention on the four targets, including the one named Kelvin Nash.

As he inspected the middle-aged woman's luggage, his entire body was already tense, ready to strike at the slightest sign of trouble from Kelvin Nash.

“Madam, thank you for your cooperation,” Eric said, not walking over immediately, but expressing his gratitude to the middle-aged woman.

He is waiting!
Just then, Bill was heard shouting the name of the next target, who was in economy class.

It's not from his place.

Eric took a step forward, bringing him within a seat of Kelvin Nash.

Eric instinctively looked at Kelvin Nash, who was sitting near the aisle. All his senses were focused on Kelvin. Eric could feel the tension in the other man's muscles, like a fully drawn bow.

Those pinpoint pupils, the taut jawline like a rock, the unnatural throbbing of the veins in his neck, and those almost imperceptible movements.

Eric's pupils contracted slightly, and his opponent's right scapula retracted extremely slightly, a sign that his arm was about to make an explosive pulling motion!

The next second, Bill's voice rang out: "35B Kelvin Nash!"

In that instant, the man, whose expression had become tense, suddenly erupted, the last trace of hesitation in his eyes replaced by a frenzied determination.

But just as his muscles were about to work together to tilt him to the right and his right hand was about to reach into his jacket pocket, at that very moment...

Eric moved.

The distance between them, just one seat apart, is only about half a meter. This distance is enough for Eric to cover in an instant, so the time and space within half a meter is enough for him to complete a set of grappling moves.

Even if the opponent is a master, Eric is confident enough to restrain his movements and prevent him from taking the next step.

Without warning, without shouting, and without even a clear preparatory posture, Eric's center of gravity sank and lunged forward with incredible speed and efficiency!
His knees bent downwards as if they were fitted with powerful springs, making him half a head shorter. At the same time, his core strength burst forth, propelling him forward like an arrow released from a bow, charging forward at an extremely low angle!
The movement was so fast that the retinas of onlookers couldn't even capture a clear image, leaving only a blurry afterimage of Kelvin.

Before he could react, Eric's left hand instantly grabbed the bottom of the foldable hard plastic tray table in the seat and yanked it up to an almost vertical angle! The tray table appeared precisely below Kelvin's outstretched right elbow and in front of his right knee!
This position is extremely tricky, hitting the key point in Kelvin's body's power path.

Bang!
Kelvin's body instinctively leaned to the right and his arm pulled outward, but this hard physical barrier ruthlessly blocked his movement!

His elbow slammed into the edge of the table, and his knee hit the bottom of the table, forcibly interrupting his smooth gun-drawing posture. His center of gravity shifted instantly, and his movements became severely distorted and sluggish.

Kelvin stared intently at Eric, disbelief flashing in his eyes as he realized what was happening. He tried to react and prepared to forcefully draw his pistol.

But Eric's right hand moved in sync with flipping the table! The instant his body slammed into the space beside Kelvin like a cannonball, his right hand, with fingers like steel hooks, used the eagle claw joint lock technique to precisely hook Kelvin's right wrist, which was already inside his jacket pocket but was deformed by the table and had not yet fully pulled out of the gun handle!

Eric's thumb, like an iron cone, dug deep into the crevice of Kelvin's wrist on the inside, while his other four fingers locked the outside of his wrist like an iron hoop.

At the same time, Eric used the enormous momentum of his forward thrust to forcefully pull Kelvin's wrist toward his chest and twist it sharply in the opposite direction of the joint!
The sharp pain in his wrist and the momentary numbness caused by nerve damage caused Kelvin's grip on the gun to decrease or even disappear.

Eric's ruthless and precise dunk, pull, and twist left Kelvin stunned for a moment.

He could only watch helplessly as Eric, using the momentum of his forward charge and the weight of his sinking body, used his iron-hard left shoulder, with all his strength, to slam into the side of his jawbone where it connected to his earlobe, which was exposed due to his loss of balance and the sharp pain in his wrist!
Kelvin suffered a severe blow to the head, and his vision went black as his remaining consciousness and strength collapsed instantly.

Eric's right hand slid down the other's numb and powerless arm with lightning speed, precisely grabbing the gun handle that had slipped from Kelvin's limp fingers but was still in the way of the jacket and body!
With a flick and a twist of his fingers, he deftly snatched the pistol away. At the same time, with a flick of his wrist, the muzzle immediately pointed to the floor in a safe direction, and his thumb instinctively slid across the safety to confirm it was off.

The whole process took no more than two seconds. The passenger sitting next to her, who almost became a hostage, was still in a terrified position with his mouth open, but the scream was stuck in his throat.

After they came to their senses, they were all stunned, staring blankly as Eric bent his right arm, which he had used to take the gun, and used his hard forearm bone to press firmly against Kelvin's Adam's apple, pinning his head against the porthole.

Meanwhile, his left knee pressed fiercely against Kelvin's diaphragm, preventing him from breathing and exerting force.

Eric pressed his entire body weight onto it, achieving absolute control.

Poor Kelvin didn't even have time to fully draw his weapon before he was hit like this.

The entire business class fell into a deathly silence; all the passengers stared in disbelief, as if a pause button had been pressed.

“Bill!” Eric glanced at his neighbor and called out to inform Bill.

Bill rushed to the service cabin behind Eric almost at the same time Eric made the announcement.

Instead of immediately going to help, he quickly took up a tactical position that allowed him to simultaneously monitor most of the business class area and the economy class area.

It is still unknown whether there are other suspects.

But as he watched Eric subdue the suspect who appeared to have passed out and examine his weapons, he let out a long sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)