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

Chapter 204 Fierce Battle

But no matter what.

Even if it's an iron plate, you have to kick it through.

This is because it is the Holy Spirit's instruction to cleanse this world of its defilement.

Ralph patted the shoulder in front of him.

So they began to take action. The four of them naturally formed a four-person group, and together they cautiously approached the small isolation door, forming a snake-like path.

Bang bang bang!

At the same time, they were suppressing the small isolation door, which was already on the verge of collapse, with strafing fire.

In the darkness, the sound of gunfire was like the sound of a piano; bullets struck the stairwell walls, producing muffled groans.

Eric crouched calmly on the landing at the corner of the stairs, his Benelli M4 shotgun firmly against his shoulder, the muzzle slightly lowered, locking onto the area below the stairs shrouded in darkness and smoke.

In this situation, he could hear breathing and some rather subtle movements.

Those were six people from the main gate—no, four people who appeared to be from the main gate—who were using firepower to suppress the enemy while slowly moving towards the small isolation door, but dared not peek out easily.

A louder crash and dragging sound came from the back door. The three remaining people at the back door finally reacted and began clearing away the corpses blocking the back door, trying to regain an attack route.

The suppressed breathing and the soft clicks of loading and unloading bullets were quite clear; the enemy at the front door had reloaded.

A clear image instantly flashed through his mind: someone was providing suppressive fire through the small isolation door in front, blocking his firing angle. Meanwhile, an attack was about to begin through the back door, with both sides advancing alternately to compress his space.

Standard clearing and suppression tactics.

This 'result' automatically manifested through all pheromones gave Eric a rather strange feeling, as if, realistically speaking, the pressure of being attacked from both sides should already be immense.

But for some reason, he still felt very relaxed, as if everything was under his control.

Eric felt that if he rushed down the stairs now, he could take down all the enemies with a single shot before they could even react, and it seemed like he could solve all the problems instantly.

However, this is impossible. He lacks a sense of security, so his current actions are all focused on his own life, which is the safest approach.

Eric suppressed the urge and simply held his gun up, waiting for someone to show themselves.

The narrow rear passageway is divided in two by a staircase.

The walls on both sides provided him with valuable flank cover for the time being, so he only needed to focus on what was in front of him.

However, the enemy has yet to show themselves, which has clearly put a lot of pressure on these people.

Eric's lips curled into a slight smile.

Bang bang bang!
While maintaining their firepower from the isolation gate, Ralph and his three companions silently approached it. With perfect coordination, those behind maintained their firepower while the vanguard in the front kicked the nearly destroyed isolation gate apart.

The firepower intensified in that instant.

Eric was already hiding up there, right in their blind spot.

But through this incident, Ralph and the other three on the other side of the small door finally understood the layout inside. Looking at the empty back door area, their breathing gradually became shallow.

Meanwhile, the three people at the back door finally cleared away their companion's body and were now pressed against the walls on either side of the back door.

The two sides finally closed in and collided. Silence.

A suffocating silence reigned, with only the stench of blood and the smoke of gunpowder spreading silently.

The two men stood still, pressed against the cover beside them, making tactical hand signals, their eyes fixed on the stairs.

"He's up there! Right on the platform! Crossfire! Smash him!"

The information was exchanged instantly.

Both sides acted decisively.

The one in front was still the fastest. A half-figure and a dark gun muzzle suddenly appeared from below the stairwell. It was Ralph's front line, and he was trying to launch a rapid suppressive attack.

But the moment he showed his face!
boom!
Eric's finger was already on the trigger, and the roar of the Benelli M4 was like a thunderclap from a clear sky. The blazing flames flashed and disappeared in the dim stairwell!
At a distance of less than ten meters, the figure that had been protruding didn't even have time to pull the trigger before its entire upper body was struck as if by an invisible giant hammer!

His chest cavity tore apart and deformed instantly, collapsing visibly. The bursting blood mist mixed with broken bones and internal organs splattered onto the wall behind him and onto Ralph. The impact sent him crashing backward.

"Fuck!!" Ralph's angry curses were drowned out by his companion's screams.

Damn, how did he react so fast! For some reason, a tall and muscular figure suddenly appeared in Ralph's mind!

Both sides reacted in roughly the same way, and the immense pressure they felt was equally intense!
You have to understand that this group of people were already the elite of the Holy Spirit Cult, and they were quite famous in that world, but now five of them have died without even seeing a shadow of the other party.

In an instant, Ralph's face turned extremely ugly: Where did this person come from? Could it be him?

The back door! At the very instant Eric fired his gun! The three men waiting against the wall at the back door caught the deadly gunshot and flash!
opportunity!

The first figure suddenly appeared from the right, his SG550 rifle extended, spitting out deadly fire, rat-a-tat-tat! Bullets swept across the stairwell platform like a deluge!
This is simply the other party taking a gamble.

But after firing the first shot, Eric instinctively took a step back towards the inside of the platform, and at the same time, he shifted the muzzle of his gun. The bullet hit the wall next to Eric, and rubble and dust cascaded down like a waterfall!
Eric didn't aim at all; he relied entirely on his sense of touch and the direction of the sound. As he moved, he suddenly swung the muzzle of his gun backward toward the approximate location of the flashing gunfire and pulled the trigger again!

Another deafening roar! The slug whistled through the narrow passage and slammed into the wall near the back door! Although it didn't hit the target directly, the shattered bricks and the penetrating slug still accurately struck the head, which was as big as a watermelon.

puff!
*Thud!* The exploding head sprayed out a large amount of blood, drenching the figure following closely behind! The man, still in shock, cursed under his breath.

But Eric's location was also completely exposed.

Both sides should act decisively and simultaneously, launching attacks at the same time!
The worst-case scenario is a one-for-one trade.

Bang bang bang~ Bang bang bang~
Eric, as if he had already anticipated their thoughts, had retreated into the angle formed by the platform's recess and the wall, watching as bullets rained down on the stair steps, the platform floor, and the wall he was pressed against.

He let the gravel, wood chips, and ricochets fly everywhere! The scorching air and acrid gunpowder smoke overwhelmed him.

These guys were only focused on suppression, absolute firepower suppression, completely disregarding ammunition consumption, only seeking to kill him or force him back with the most intense firepower.

In that instant, Eric coldly considered that the enemy's two automatic rifles could only maintain their firepower for 3-4 seconds with a 30-round magazine.

But without a doubt, another thought flashed through Eric's mind in an instant: they would definitely make up for the mistake and could not ignore it, because the other side was clearly a group of elites, with rich experience in both tactics and tactics.

Only in this way can we act without words, relying solely on tacit understanding, in the darkness.

This is a well-trained and highly coordinated killing squad, clearly different from the Koreans in Koreatown, Los Angeles.

(End of this chapter)