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

Chapter 208 The Dust Settles
Then, Jenny and Steve, along with the barista, felt a sudden jolt in their hearts.

Dude, dunk, dunk.

Footsteps echoed on the wooden staircase leading to the second floor.

But the distinct footsteps, like precise drumbeats, instantly pierced through Tifa's tense defenses.

"His footsteps are steady, even, and without any looseness or dragging; the weight he carries is normal. It's him!"

A surge of heat dispelled the cold gloom in her heart, but Tifa's eyes did not relax. Although she recognized Eric's footsteps, she still needed to confirm it one last time.

Under the tense gazes of the others, Tifa simply took out his own sidearm and pointed it at the door.

Sig Sauer P365-380.

Its features include rapid trigger reset for quick firing, low recoil, and low operating threshold.

These advantages make it equally suitable for users with less strength, such as the elderly and women, to operate effectively.

Although the ammunition was only .380 ACP, it was still lethal enough.

The footsteps stopped outside the door.

The room was silent; everyone stared intently at the doorway.

Then, a calm voice rang out:

"it's me."

The moment the voice entered her ears, the last trace of wariness in Tifa's eyes, like the surface of a frozen lake, instantly melted away, replaced by an emotion as hot as molten lava, ready to burst forth.

"Honey!"

Tifa immediately turned the lock, pulled the bolt, and opened the door, completing a rapid scan of Eric's entire body the instant the door opened.

He stood firmly, his pistol was already put away, and his shotgun was slung across his shoulder. The dirt on his body looked like it was mostly splattered, with no obvious wounds or large amounts of blood.

Eric, with a shotgun slung over his shoulder, stood outside the door, smiling at her.

"Is the inspection complete? Did it pass?"

Tifa stepped forward and bumped directly into Eric's arms: "Are you... hurt?" Her voice was muffled.

Eric glanced at the people in the room, whose expressions were hard to read, and felt Tifa's hands quickly and forcefully groping and checking his back.

"I'm fine, everything's been taken care of."

Eric paused for a moment, then joked, "They're all too weak; they're no match for me."

Before he could finish speaking, Tifa rolled her eyes and gave him a hard punch as punishment, then hugged him tightly.

"Ahem~" Eric coughed lightly, looked at the people in the room and whispered, "Alright, I smell of gunpowder on me and it's not safe here, we need to move to another place."

“Okay.” Tifa replied with only one word, clear and firm.

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The RV engine roared to life and slowly pulled away from its spot, this time taking everyone with it.

The last space held the demons, and a little further in, the area was blocked by the curtain that was originally meant to hang the bed.

In front of the curtain, Jenny, Steve, and the barista Annie sat in the middle, all looking at each other in bewilderment.

Recalling the horrific scene they witnessed as they went downstairs, they looked at Eric in the driver's seat with extreme caution.

The horrific wounds on each of the corpses made Jenny, whose nerves were already fragile, vomit.

Jenny's face turned pale, and she felt her stomach churning. She gagged again and quickly ran to the sink to vomit.

Steve got up and followed, looking worried.

Eric drove the car away from the coffee shop, controlling the steering wheel, and drove to the gas station. Hearing the noise behind him, he glanced at the rearview mirror.

He exchanged a glance with Tifa, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and shook his head inwardly, but also indicated that he understood. To be honest, in close-quarters gunfights, the power of shotguns goes without saying; when they hit a person, they just leave bits and pieces scattered everywhere.

The visuals are actually not very appealing.

Only he and Tifa, who frequently reviewed case files, could tolerate it.

"So the FBI support will come from Delaware?" Eric asked Tifa in a low voice.

"Hmm." Now that things have come to this, Tifa's mindset is becoming more and more stable, and the most difficult step has been overcome.

"The FBI has taken full control, and it is estimated that there will be about several tens of minutes left."

“There are still their men blocking the way over there, it’s not safe. Let’s wait for them up ahead,” Eric said casually, steering the RV in the opposite direction from Quantico.

The original plan was to drive past Fredericksburg and then along a parallel route to Sky Meadows State Park, but now we're heading towards Dover, Delaware, ahead of Highway 95.

The key point is that he has already slaughtered all the people blocking his way.

This time there were no traffic jams, and we arrived at our destination safely without any obstacles.

Smyrna is located about 15-18 miles north of Dover, Delaware, and is bisected by I-95.

First, settle the still-shaken and emotionally fragile Jenny and Steve, including the coffee shop girl Annie.

Eric even made a deal with her, promising to compensate her for all her losses and to do so even more.

Without Anri's café, this gunfight will be much more difficult, since the opponent is no pushover.

One of the main reasons he was able to succeed so smoothly was due to the terrain and environment.

Tens of minutes later.

The FBI reinforcements finally arrived. A clearly marked vehicle pulled up, and many people got out.

This is the first echelon.

Tifa was assigned to handle this matter.

For a moment, he found himself with nothing to do.

However, it's not like I'm really free.

Not long after, someone came to deal with them. The Benelli M4 and Staccato 2011 P pistols he had purchased were all confiscated. Then, the FBI arrived and isolated them on the spot, arranging for them to stay in a hotel.

The demons in the RV were officially handed over to the FBI.

The FBI agent who brought him there read the Miranda warning to him, which gave Eric a strange feeling. He never imagined that he would have a day when someone would read the Miranda warning to him.

This includes Jenny and Steve, as well as barista Annie.

All dust has settled.

The FBI's action was quite decisive and effective, immediately dispatching a large field response team (ERT), hostage rescue team (HRT), and a large number of agents.
In the hotel room, Eric lay on the bed, looking relaxed at the ceiling with his eyes half-closed.

According to the detective's words and Tifa's reminder, as a Los Angeles Police Department patrol officer, he also needs to hire a lawyer according to procedure.

Therefore, in order to protect his rights, the FBI will notify his police union and the Los Angeles Police Department (LAPD).

"Well, the Los Angeles Police Department is probably going to be in an uproar." Thinking of this, Eric couldn't help but recall Daves's dark face, and chuckled to himself as he swung his foot.

The whole process was very clear, and he didn't think anything would happen to him.

Speaking of which, three days of the six-day holiday have already passed, but I've been unlucky, encountering chaos and turmoil wherever I went.

Eric even wanted to go to Chinatown to buy a Guanyin Bodhisattva statue so he could pray to her every day for protection from disasters, good fortune, and blessings.

Thinking of this, Eri looked at the virtual window that appeared, and even at this point, there was still no sign of the mission being completed.

"I guess the mission won't be considered complete until the FBI has dealt with everything? I just don't know the details of that cult." Eric casually pulled out a keypad phone that he had hidden very well.

(End of this chapter)