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

Chapter 207 Total Annihilation
"how is this possible?"

This instantly shattered Theo Stuart's previously relaxed mindset and composed demeanor.

His gaze was fixed on Eric, who emerged from the shadows of the side wall inside the café.

Amidst the shock, and still churning with disbelief, his eleven family members—enough to wreak havoc in the underworld—were... all wiped out? In just one short minute?

How could this be? But the next second, a gunshot rang out again, shattering the silence and bringing him fully awake.

With another dull thud, the left tire went flat, restoring the balance of the already tilted vehicle. However, both front tires were completely flat, and the front of the car was almost touching the ground, presenting an extremely pathetic and completely paralyzed posture.

Theo Stuart's face turned quite grim, but as Eric approached, his expression became as calm as still water; he simply watched Eric walk over.

Their eyes met through the car window.

Theo Stuart sighed inwardly. This dazzlingly young man's eyes were a naked assessment of his threat, a determination to eliminate him immediately.

It's obvious they won't let him live.

Theo Stuart chuckled, thinking Eric was just an ordinary tourist, but it turned out he was the one who got pecked in the eye by the goose that was hunting him. He looked at Eric, who was only four meters away, and laughed.

"Young man, may I ask your name?"

Eric stopped and looked at the guy calmly, saying, "Eric Stevens."

The air between the two sides was calm, but the stagnant calm was suddenly broken.

"I'll be waiting for you in hell."

Theo Stuart's body didn't move much, but his right hand darted downwards with astonishing speed.
There is usually a hidden storage compartment under the center armrest between the driver's seat and the passenger seat.

Grasp the cold metal firmly and lift it upwards.

boom!
The third shot broke the silence again, but it was drowned out by the sound of engines outside.

The bullet pierced the passenger-side window with pinpoint accuracy! The glass shattered instantly into countless tiny spiderweb-like patterns, revealing a clear bullet hole at the center!

puff!
The dull thud of a bullet piercing flesh followed immediately, and Theo Stuart froze. He looked down at his chest, slightly above his heart.

A small bullet hole appeared in his expensive clothes, quickly surrounded by a dark, expanding wet stain.
"That feels good." Eric let out a soft breath, looked at the corpse that had died so peacefully, and stretched his body.

He knew the other party would understand his meaning, so how could he possibly leave any survivors?
How could that be? He has absolutely no sense of security.

If this cult leader or boss were allowed to live, he wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully, always feeling like someone was watching him.

So don't even think about leaving any survivors to wait for the FBI to take over the investigation.

Eric habitually glanced around but found nothing unusual. He then looked at the layout inside the pickup truck. The posture of the corpse and the pistol that had fallen from its hand proved that the corpse had tried to shoot back.

“A good night is over, and all the people I killed deserved to die. Good citizens don’t go to hell, they go to heaven, okay.” Eric muttered to himself as he looked at the corpses in the pickup truck, put his Staccato 2011 P pistol into its holster, turned and went back to the cafe, entering through the broken-open front door.

Tifa was still upstairs, living in fear, and it wasn't safe there either, as there were other people from the other side outside.

Thankfully, he had brought his gun on this road trip as he was used to, otherwise he would have been completely lost.

Upon entering the café, Eric glanced at the security cameras above and then went inside to check the saved video footage on the computer at the bar.

Eric discovered that there were cameras in both the front and back areas, but what reassured him somewhat was that although these cameras recorded the entire battle, it was too dark for him to see clearly; only his figure was visible.

Looking at the surveillance video, Eric paused slightly, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes. After thinking it over, he decided to let it go.

The FBI always takes over these matters, and his actions of organizing the videos might actually arouse unnecessary suspicion.

In any case, his behavior is justifiable; at most, the FBI might start building a file on him.

"Sigh, once someone becomes capable, they can't keep a low profile anymore." Eric thought to himself with a self-deprecating smile as he returned to the back of the café, looked at the strongest corpse, and then squatted down to begin searching it.

They wanted to try and find out the origins of this cult. Surprisingly, there was nothing there, only a small knife and a Nokia keypad phone that looked like something they had seen in their previous life.

"Why are they still using such old-fashioned things in this day and age?" Eric narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at the dead body in front of him, thought for a moment, and then stepped forward to search the next corpse.

As it turned out, all the bodies had the same similar cell phone, either a flip phone or a smartphone, giving Eric the impression that the group's cell phones looked unusual.

But most importantly, all of them are black screens.

"Is there anything special about it?" Not quite sure yet, Eric could only pick out the most powerful button phone, stuff it into his pocket, and go upstairs.

Now is not the time to study this kind of thing.

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"We just left, and someone blocked the road!"

"Aaron! There's something wrong with the state troop you assigned!"

"We're at Anley Cafe in Fredericksburg."

“Now they’ve come looking for us. The cult that’s based here has a lot of power.”

"Request support!"

"Could you come quickly? Or send one of your trusted people?"

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A battle was taking place downstairs, and the fight was not idle upstairs either. The air was as thick as congealed blood, and every breath carried a strong smell of gunpowder.

Jenny and Steve sat on the bed, embracing and comforting each other.

Anli huddled on the small sofa next to the bed, her arms crossed, trembling all over.

Only Tifa remained calm. After communicating with the FBI above, she leaned against the wall of the second-floor bedroom, a hint of worry in her eyes.

The phone she was clutching tightly had its cold metal casing soaked and slippery with the cold sweat from her palms.

Unlike the others present, she closed her eyes and listened intently, as the distinctive booming sound of shotguns, like muffled thunder, came from downstairs.

The shotgun fired; it was Eric's gun, and she knew what kind of gun Eric had bought.

Suddenly, a burst of rapid, explosive fire from automatic rifles erupted, the sound of bullets pounding against the stairs and walls clearly audible, as if they were exploding overhead!

Everyone was shocked. Tifa's heart jumped into her throat, and her body involuntarily shrank even more, her knuckles turning white from gripping the phone so tightly.

It was the sound of fully automatic rifles firing, which meant that Eric was under heavy suppressive fire.

FBI support was still on its way, too far to be of immediate help, so Tifa could only pray, pray with all her might.

She somewhat resented that she could never be of any help in these situations, which made her feel powerless, but Tifa also knew that not causing trouble was the greatest help she could offer.

Hearing the sound of an automatic rifle, her heart would jump; hearing the sound of a shotgun, her heart would calm down a little.

As a profiler, she could only confirm the changes in the situation by listening to the gunshots from her hiding place.

For a moment, the deafening, continuous gunfire made Tifa's heart leap into her throat, pounding wildly.

Then, the gunfire downstairs abruptly stopped, and all was silent.

Tifa's heart sank as well. This deathly silence often signified a turning point in the battle; either one side would be completely annihilated, or...

But then three shots rang out, making everyone else tense. The sound of the gunshots from the pistols relaxed her stiff expression, and she let out a soft breath.

(End of this chapter)