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

Chapter 251 Blockade
The remaining Will, Weston, Darren, and a few others formed a team to take charge of another blockade point.

But the message basically meant that Eric would be solely responsible for that hard-point blockade.

Although, according to Daves's report, support units will arrive later.

But at least for now, Eric has to guard the gate alone.

However, aside from the surprised and bewildered rookies looking over, Will and his group didn't say anything.

"Looks like we're going to have to part ways, buddy," Will said calmly as he stood up.

"Be careful, I'm afraid your bad luck might cause things to change. Who knows, those suspects might break through the encirclement and rush towards you."

Weston said seriously, "Call me if anything happens!"

"Provide support immediately!" Darren added as the last sentence.

“I think you guys are overthinking it. There are detectives and SAWT guarding the front. We'll just be doing some peripheral work at most.” Eric stood up and bumped fists with the men, saying nonchalantly.

Despite this, seeing the serious expressions on their faces, Eric remained calm on the surface, but inwardly he began to have some doubts.

Probably not?
“Alright, if something really happens, I’ll call you!” Eric said, looking at the group.

"gone!"

As he spoke, he pressed the call button on the shoulder walkie-talkie.

"10-Adam-1, this is 10-L-11! Received. Mission confirmed: Establish a hard stop on the eastbound lane of Olympic Boulevard, 200 yards west of South Park Road. ETA, 90 seconds, over!"

He knew this place; it just so happened to be not far from here.

At his driving speed, it would take about ninety seconds.

Seeing Eric had already hurriedly left, Will and the others exchanged glances. Will shouted, "Rookies! Get in the car now! Follow us! This isn't a drill, turn on all the damn police lights and sirens you're responsible for! Hurry up!"

Lucy and her fellow rookies were momentarily stunned by Will's shouts and the tense atmosphere, but seeing the instructors instantly get into the zone, they quickly recovered and started running towards their patrol cars.

Darren hurried toward his car, calling out to Eric, who was about to start the engine, "Hey! Eric, how about I lend you Lucy?"

Lucy, who had just sat in the passenger seat, paused for a moment and subconsciously looked at the Explorer patrol car in front of her.

But Eric didn't answer. He just stepped on the gas and sped away from the spot in the Explorer patrol car, which was already flashing its lights and blaring its siren.

For him, being alone is better.

Weston had already opened the car door: "Shut up, Darren! This is 10-A-15, Received, responding! ETA two minutes!" He also confirmed with the dispatch center.

Will's voice followed: "10-A-3, Received. ETA two minutes!"

The roar of engines rose and fell in an instant, the sharp sirens shattered the afternoon tranquility, and the red and blue flashing lights illuminated the surroundings of the Mexican food truck in a bizarre and surreal way.

Uriel and his wife stood at the window of the dining car, watching as the group of regular customers, who were also his backers, transformed from leisurely diners into a swift law enforcement force in a matter of seconds, exchanging bewildered glances.

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Eric was the first to merge into the traffic, speeding through the cars with sirens blaring and flashing red and blue lights.

He skillfully controlled the steering wheel with one hand, while adjusting the radio channel on the center console with the other, synchronizing the tactical channel with Will and the others.

Not long after, amidst the grumbling of the driver, Eric arrived at the eastbound lane of Olympic Avenue. This lane was quite wide, belonging to a one-way three- to four-lane east-west urban arterial road.

Low metal guardrails in the middle of the road separate eastbound and westbound traffic, while the sides are lined with typical mixed-use buildings typical of Los Angeles.

Therefore, it is still quite difficult for one person to set up a hard blockade here.

This is why Darren wanted to lend Lucy, one of the elite rookies, to Eric.

The situation seems very urgent, and it's unclear what the battle situation is like at the point of engagement.

Watching the last cars pass by, leaving the road empty, Eric began locating the vehicles with a blank expression. He then roughly maneuvered the massive Explorer police car across the avenue, completely blocking all eastbound lanes.

The front of the vehicle was slightly tilted to the west, using the sturdy engine compartment as cover.

He wasn't worried about oncoming traffic, and even if there were, it didn't matter.

Because the peripheral work was not just his responsibility, but rather a joint effort by various units to intercept and clear obstacles centered around the battle points.

Finally, the warning level is escalated. The driver quickly operates the in-vehicle control panel to switch the lighting mode to the most intimidating lockdown mode, with all red, blue, and white lights emitting a blinding flashing light in an irregular pattern.

In addition, the rear electronic display screen lit up with the words "STOP! POLICE!" in blood red.

After completing this step, Eric picked up the shotgun locked in the middle, got out of the car, and went to the trunk.

First, lay the shotgun flat, pick up the M4 and hang it on your shoulder, then unfasten the backpack next to you, take out two magazines, and fasten them to your duty belt.

Then take out bright yellow "LAPD Closure Line - No Crossing" plastic tape and several traffic cones.

Quickly secure one end of the strap to the police car's rearview mirror and the other end to a sturdy lamppost or guardrail on the roadside, forming a clear arc-shaped barrier.

Traffic cones were placed in front of and behind police cars to further strengthen the blockade.

This is what is known as a hard blockade.

This also blocked several cars behind Eric, and when the drivers were only a few dozen meters away from the police car, they decisively turned onto the outer side road.

Eric was happy to see this. These Americans, living in a country of guns, had long developed the habit of changing their stance according to the wind. Once they saw the police blocking the road, they would not go over to watch the commotion.

Of course, this is relative to the driver. Some pedestrians on both sides consciously stopped dozens of meters away, gathered in small groups, and pointed and talked.

Eric's lips twitched slightly, as if he couldn't find a shortage of 'enthusiastic crowds' anywhere.

But it doesn't matter, if anything really happens, these enthusiastic spectators who consciously keep their distance will run faster than anyone else.

Eric checked his ammunition, put his M4 rifle into a ready-to-fire position, and then leaned against the open car door, using it as cover, with the muzzle pointing downwards and staring straight ahead.

It seems like he hasn't used a rifle in a long time.

"10-Adam-1, 10-L-11 in position! Hard blockade established, Olympic Avenue eastbound lanes completely blocked, over!"

After hearing this, Daves seemed to relax a bit, and he did indeed feel a little more at ease.

He was in his office at the West Canyon Police Department's dispatch center, looking at the large screen above. After confirming that Eric's instructions had been delivered to their destination, he picked up the walkie-talkie and spoke.

"Received, 10-L-11, remain on alert. SAWT is advancing."

(End of this chapter)