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

Chapter 255 Afterwards
The sound was neither too loud nor too soft, yet it replaced all the other noises.

The originally serious atmosphere suddenly became a bit strange.

Will, Weston, and Darren exchanged glances, their expressions all a little awkward.

Damn it, they were already mentally prepared for a tough battle.

And you're telling me, guys, relax, it's over?
It feels like you're about to ejaculate, and then you suddenly tell me you have AIDS?

Who can stand this?
"Hmm?" Eric noticed the odd behavior of these guys and, considering their tense demeanor when they got out of the car, quickly understood what was going on.

The channel must have been in complete chaos at the time. These guys were busy providing support, so they probably didn't hear his on-site report.

"The suspect is over there, twenty meters away, in the pickup truck that hit the lamppost." Eric nodded in that direction with his chin and shrugged.

"Take another look."

Will and his two companions hesitated, then looked past Eric and carefully examined the overturned, smoking dark blue Ford F-150.

"Holy shit, you little brat."

Darren was the first to see the situation clearly. Twenty meters away, outside the passenger door of the wrecked pickup truck, lay a body that was obviously dead, and inside the driver's seat, there was a blurry figure lying motionless.

He couldn't help but express his initial impression, but as he spoke, looking at the Explorer police car that was almost riddled with bullets and still emitting wisps of smoke, and then at the completely wrecked pickup truck twenty meters away, his words caught in his throat.

Just by looking at the horrific state of the police car, you can imagine how fierce the firepower was.

In that situation, most people would be considered to have excellent mental fortitude if they could stay calm and not wet their pants; cowardice is the norm.

Eric not only didn't back down, but he also created such a huge scene. How big of a heart does he have?

Will and Weston finally saw it clearly, their expressions becoming increasingly awkward. They sheepishly put away their pistols and switched off the safety.

"Fuck," Will muttered under his breath, unsure whether he was cursing himself for being stupid or for having been nervous for nothing. He put away his gun and couldn't help but complain:
"Shouldn't we at least feel a sense of involvement? Even just come over and shout 'LAPD, put down your weapons!' for you?"

“Damn it, we missed it!” Weston said, making Eric’s eye twitch slightly.

"This is going to be a big event! It might even make the news!"

Darren's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes darted around as he glanced furtively at the empty surroundings.

Although there were some evacuated citizens in the distance, the specific situation here was definitely not clear. Furthermore, while a large number of other colleagues were approaching, they had not yet fully reached the core area.

Have the opportunity?
He lowered his voice and, with a hint of a joke, tentatively said to Eric:
"Hey Eric, what if we just blasted a few shots at that junk car right now? Wouldn't the report say we engaged the enemy together and fired in coordination? And then we could all take a paid administrative leave with you?"

Will and Weston's eyes flickered for a moment upon hearing this. Although they knew the idea was extremely far-fetched, it sounded somewhat tempting.
If Eric Ken wrote it.
Eric looked at the three seasoned veterans, sighed helplessly, raised his hand, and tapped the body camera on his chest—which was still functioning normally and flashing a red indicator light—with his knuckles.

The meaning couldn't be clearer: Save it, buddy, everything is recorded perfectly.

Trying to forge something? No way! This stuff is the Internal Investigations Department's favorite.

"And whether we can take paid administrative leave isn't something we can decide," Eric said.

The three seasoned veterans instantly abandoned all their wicked schemes.

"Ahem!" Darren immediately deflated, coughing twice to cover his embarrassment, and then said righteously, "Just kidding, just kidding! We are LAPDs who uphold professional ethics! How could we do such a thing!"

Will nodded and said, "Eric, you take a rest first. We'll take care of things on site for now."

Weston clicked his tongue in regret, taking one last look at the pickup truck as if he had missed out on a fortune.

Seeing that the three old foxes had given up their wicked schemes, Eric nodded. He knew the rules, so he first took the M4 off his shoulder and handed it to Darren, and then took off his duty belt and handed it over.

In an instant, my body, which had been numb, relaxed completely.

“I’ll keep it safe, buddy,” Darren said. “Okay.”

So Eric stood still and let Will and the others busy themselves.

Before long, other colleagues who had been sealing off other locations also arrived; they were all from the West Canyon Police Department.

They got out of the car, looked at the scene, and glanced at Eric. Their expressions were a little strange, but they all silently helped clean up the scene.

Occasionally, a few patrol officers would look at the Explorer patrol car riddled with holes and give Eric a thumbs up, their eyes flashing with admiration.

Dude, you're awesome!
Eric coughed and could only smile in acknowledgment, but the H125 light single-engine helicopter circling overhead was quite noisy.

Immediately afterwards, a bigger commotion came from the far end of the road: an inconspicuous old Chevrolet Caprice leading the way, followed by the most imposing SWAT BearCat armored vehicle.

Eric narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at the unconscious bald driver, and combined all the information to instantly understand everything.

The scab he casually picked out was probably the source of this whole series.

The DNA testing of the scabs, which began with Hope, led to a criminal case.

Next, the detectives went in and identified the bald driver. Finally, the bald driver realized something was wrong and resisted.

Something else must have happened along the way, plus the added threat of long gun fire, so the detective called for SWAT support.

Ultimately, the situation evolved into this state.

"Although it's just a guess, it should be pretty close to the truth," Eric muttered to himself as he observed the situation.

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"Control the scene! Alpha formation, advance! Covering group, establish outer perimeter defenses!" Rafe's voice rang out.

The side and rear doors of the BearCat armored vehicle were already open before it had even come to a complete stop.

Fully armed SWAT team members deployed swiftly, like highly efficient combat machines.

Working in pairs, taking turns providing cover, their guns steadily pointed at every corner where threats might be hiding, they advanced quickly and systematically.

They first met up with Will and his group over there, confirmed the situation, and then checked the suspect's condition.

"Whoo~"

Rafe took a deep breath and exhaled again. He had already seen the wrecked pickup truck, and even spotted Eric standing by the police car.

"It seems someone has done us a great favor."

At this point, Rafe felt his previously tense body lighten considerably.

To be honest, the suspect's ability to break through SWAT's encirclement means that the on-site commander must bear the main responsibility. However, as long as the suspect ultimately fails to break through the outermost line of defense, he still has room for explanation and maneuvering.

After all, the suspect was carrying heavy firepower.

Looking at the young patrolman over there, Rafe pursed his lips. He would remember this favor.

"Do you think it was that patrolman who stopped them?" Costa nodded, looking at the tall and upright young patrolman, his feelings were truly complicated, and he had no idea how to express them.

“What else?” Rafe shrugged, looking at the situation over the pickup truck.

"Why don't you just go and ask?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Costa stepped forward, with Rafe following slowly behind.

(End of this chapter)