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

Chapter 206 Shock
boom!
The second roar followed immediately, perfectly seamlessly.

The second enemy didn't even have time to feel fear before the bullet, carrying violent momentum, slammed into the middle of his torso, instantly tearing a huge hole in his abdomen and snapping his spine!

The impact sent him tumbling backward, crashing heavily against the side of the staircase before rolling down.

At close range, the power of a slug can be described as devastating.

Ralph, standing at the back, opened his eyes wide, gaining a brief window of opportunity to react. The bodies of his two fallen companions and the splattered flesh and blood bought him a precious fraction of a second.

Extreme fear is like an ice pick piercing the spinal cord.

His charging feet were nailed to the blood-soaked steps, his body still lurching forward due to inertia. In that instant, Ralph unleashed astonishing coordination, twisting his body sharply into the corner of the inner wall of the stairs, using that narrow space as his last cover.

At the same time, he avoided the rolling corpse of his companion.

As he twisted and dodged, the SteyrAUG assault rifle in his hand rose up as if by reflex! Relying on his memory of the source and approximate height of the gunshot, the muzzle pointed at the edge of the platform before his body had fully entered the cover.

At the spot where flames were continuously spewing out, his index finger slammed into the trigger.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!" A precise short burst of fire, three shots in total, was fired at Eric.

Eric didn't dare to take the hit head-on. The instant the muzzle flashed, as if sensing danger, he suddenly performed a swift, low-profile tactical roll backward.

One shot grazed Eric, leaving a scorching mark, while the other two slammed into the wall behind where he had just been, sending debris flying!

Ralph discovered that the figure who had instantly killed the two men had suddenly vanished.

Rat-a-tat-tat! The bullets all grazed the edge of the opponent's figure and hit the wall above.

Ralph couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath. The other person's reaction and speed were beyond his expectations. He even suspected that the other person knew where the bullet would hit.

In the instant his body left its original position and his line of sight left the target, Eric relied on his spatial memory of the enemy's position and the platform's terrain, as well as his exquisite control of his body during the roll.

Just as his rolling momentum was about to stop and his knee touched the ground, the gun barrel, relying on muscle memory and spatial awareness, drew a deadly arc and pointed at the edge of the corner where Ralph was hiding!

He anticipated that Ralph would briefly retreat after firing, because of the danger and fear, and dare not face it.

As expected, after firing a short burst, Ralph, overcome with extreme fear, instinctively retreated to the corner to prepare for the next observation shot.

But all Eric could see was Ralph, who was twisting and turning, his body not yet fully back in the corner, his upper body, especially his gun-wielding arm and shoulder, briefly exposed.

The other person's movements became slower and slower.

Boom! Eric's gunshot rang out almost simultaneously with Ralph's short burst of fire.

The slug burst from the barrel and struck Ralph hard on the half of his shoulder and the connected part of his neck, before he could retreat back into the corner.

The bullet instantly tore through his muscles, shattered his scapula and collarbone, and the cavity effect and impact severely damaged the major blood vessels in his neck.

Ralph was struck as if by a giant hammer; his arm holding the gun drooped instantly, and the Steyr AUG assault rifle slipped from his grasp.

The impact sent him crashing backward against the wall, then he collapsed to the ground as if his bones had been removed, his neck and shoulders a bloody mess, blood gushing out in a spray.

Consciousness blurred instantly, leaving only deathly convulsions.

But he still stared at the figure slowly walking down the stairs, still on guard, and a slight twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth. He was now certain that the other person was not the Baba Yaga he had imagined.

Because the opponent's strength was similar to that of Baba Yaga, but she was more conservative and more afraid of death than Baba Yaga.

He could have taken them down with one shot, but he insisted on doing it. However, it's normal for Baba Yaga to get injured, but this guy doesn't even want to get injured. He's a more terrifying guy than Baba Yaga.

“Who are you? I’ve never seen anyone like you before.” Crimson blood spurted from Ralph’s mouth. Eric didn’t speak, but first pulled out the last two slugs from his belt and slid them into the magazine well, then braced them against the side wall of the stairs. He glanced at the small, unobstructed door that was not moving, then walked down the steps, leaned over the wall, and looked at the back door.

Only after confirming that there was no movement and no enemies did Eric come down and stand in front of Ralph, who had only a slim chance of survival, and look down.

But then I noticed that there seemed to be a sense of speechlessness in this guy's eyes.

"cough."

Eric coughed lightly, then simply walked past Ralph's body toward the back door. There was no need to finish him off with a headshot, since he was already dead.

However, this guy is quite strong; he was able to react in time, which is why he chose to roll back.

The battle between one against eleven may seem long, but in reality, it only takes about half a minute.

In his opinion, this squad was extremely strong; not everyone could fight in such a dark environment. Regardless of the terrain, the darkness itself was the biggest limitation.

Many people cannot fight effectively without tactical lights.

Sensing his strength, the squad turned off their tactical lights and fought entirely by instinct and their perception of the environment.

Of course, so is he.

Eric stepped lightly over the corpses in the passageway, counting them down to eleven in total. He then walked out the back door, exhaled softly, and unconsciously frowned, his brows furrowing into a knot.

Who exactly are these people? How could such individuals be willing to serve as state police officers for a cult?

“Forget it.” Eric decided to leave everything to the FBI, and with his Benelli M4 hanging around his neck, he pulled out his Staccato 2011 P pistol.

He hasn't even used a pistol yet. In fact, indoors, a pistol is the most suitable weapon.

If he could, he would engage in close combat, taking down enemies one by one with a single shot, but that's just wishful thinking; he would never do it unless there were so many enemies that it left him no choice.

Eric stepped into the RV.

Very well, these demons are still alive, but they stare at him with wide, terrified eyes, their bodies instinctively shrinking back.

It seems they also heard the gunfire; such intense fighting could not possibly escape the notice of those nearby.

Eric felt relieved, got out of the RV, walked around in a circle, and headed forward along the side wall of the cafe.

If he wasn't mistaken, he remembered that there seemed to be someone still sitting in the car.

He must be an important figure or a high-ranking leader in a cult.

Eric crept along the wall, the distance between them no more than ten meters. He discovered that the guy was still sitting in the passenger seat of the pickup truck, his expression calm as if he were in control of everything.

Bang! The gunshot rang out sharply in front of the empty gas station.

Eric raised his hand and fired a shot. The right front tire of the pickup truck snorted and deflated instantly, and the heavy front of the pickup truck began to slowly but noticeably sink to the right front.

Inside the car, Theo Stuart, who had been sitting calmly in the passenger seat, uncontrollably slid toward the right door as the car tilted, his center of gravity shifting.

The sudden loss of balance and the piercing sound of deflating air instantly shattered his composure, replacing his calm demeanor with a clear look of astonishment.

He saw Eric emerge from the side wall inside the café.

(End of this chapter)