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

Chapter 281 A Heavy Price
Eric, who had been standing on the outer perimeter, leaning against a patrol car, watched the seemingly anxious scene ahead and began to mutter to himself.

"Sounds like a light machine gun. So it's not just rifles after all. And is this a mission with only 0.5 attribute points? Deep Blue's stat allocation is really wicked; he wants me to die?"

Eric gazed ahead, a vague sense of unease rising in his heart. He had originally thought that with SWAT around, his mission would be easily accomplished.

After all, the mission only stated that he should capture or kill the wanted criminal, not that he needed to personally capture or kill him.

Looking at Rafe, who seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, Eric seemed to understand something.

"That's probably because the mission reward is only 0.5 if SWAT is present, right? If it were just me..."

Eric frowned as he looked at the house from which the intense gunfire was coming from.

"What's going on? This time it seems a bit tricky."

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"Machine guns! They have machine guns!" The squad leader of Team C, pulling a teammate whose shoulder had been hit by a ricocheting bullet, back into the warehouse, shouted urgently.

Rafe asked, "Sniper, can you take out the machine gun?"

"The target is obscured by the wall, and the window is only briefly exposed when firing, making it impossible to lock on," the SWAT sniper at a distance from B2 replied helplessly.

Something seemed off about the people inside. Rafe said in a low voice, "Team A! Move out!"

"Shield in hand!" said the team leader of Team A.

At the forefront of the team, the SWAT member in charge of the fortress role raised his heavy composite bulletproof shield, which weighed about 28 kilograms, and the fortress began to move up the steps like a mobile fortress.

The rear fire support group and assault group followed closely behind.

"Frontline! Shield! Steps, seventeen meters away!" Waven's voice rang in the ears of Sheen and the others inside the house.

"They're going to launch a full-scale attack!"

"Armand, stun grenade! Three-second delay, on my command." Sheen spoke very quickly.

For some reason, Sheen was reminded of his time serving in the army, when he and his buddies had overcome one difficult challenge after another.

Despite the sudden interruption of his plans and his predicament, Sheen found himself surprisingly calm.

"Rian, once the threat on the left is neutralized, immediately shift fire to the front shield and engage in short bursts on its lower limbs or any team members attempting to flank!"

"understand!"

"Roger that!"

Amidst the intense gunfire between the warehouse and the enemy, SWAT Fortress, under immense psychological pressure, led her teammates forward step by step.

Woven risked peeking out and aimed with lightning speed. He didn't hit the shield, but instead aimed at the exposed leg of a player behind the shield who was holding a battering ram!
"boom!"

A shot rang out! Almost simultaneously, a SWAT sniper in the distance also fired!
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The .308 bullet grazed his scalp at the same time as the bullet he fired, struck the wall behind him, and blasted a large hole in it!
The bullet he fired whizzed past and struck the breacher's tactical trouser leg, drawing a trail of blood. It did not cause serious injury, but it did force the team member to groan in pain and distort his movements.

"Sniper in the direction of the low house! Suppress him!" Team A's squad leader shouted, supporting his wounded teammate.

Bang bang bang!

The fire support team behind him instantly emerged and opened fire, their fierce firepower covering the low house.

"Stun grenades! Now!" Sheehan roared.

Armand timed it perfectly, pulled the safety pin, silently counted to two, and then forcefully threw the stun grenade in a low arc, so that it exploded in mid-air about one meter in front of the shield, less than half a meter off the ground!

At this height and distance, the shockwave and overpressure effect of the explosion were maximized! Although the shield blocked the shrapnel and intense light.

But the enormous sound and vibration, like a hammer blow, traveled through the shields and the ground, instantly causing severe dizziness and loss of balance for the fortress and the tightly packed Team A members behind it. "Stun grenade!!!"

The group leader, who still wanted to take command, felt his head buzzing and was almost unable to support his teammates. His first thought was...

Finished!

“Now! Ryan!” Sheehan shouted.

Lian's RPK immediately turned around and aimed at SWAT.A team, whose formation was somewhat chaotic.

Thump thump thump! Thump thump thump!
The first burst of bullets struck the wounded SWAT member precisely in the lower leg area behind and to the side of his shield.

"Thud! Thud!" Two muffled sounds of impact rang out as the .762mm rifle bullets unleashed considerable lethality.

The team member screamed in agony as his lower leg was almost broken, and he fell forward uncontrollably, completely losing his ability to move.

The second volley of bullets was fired at his teammate who was helping him up.

The team member was bending down to pull the person away when the bullet whistled through the air.

One shot hit his rifle magazine, the impact sending the weapon flying, while the other slammed into his side ribs!

"Ugh!"

Even with heavy bulletproof plates protecting the front of the torso, the ribs are often the relatively weak points in side protection.

Although the bullet failed to penetrate completely, the terrible blunt force trauma arrived instantly.

He clearly heard the cracking sound of his ribs breaking. The excruciating pain and the instantaneous feeling of suffocation made his vision go black. He staggered backward and collapsed onto the steps, curling up in agony, unable to fight.

In that instant, SWAT.A team lost two players.

"Medical team! Two people have fallen in front of us!" Team A's group leader roared, his eyes bloodshot.

He tried to return fire, but Sheehan and Armand's AR-15s also provided suppressive fire in unison, bullets whizzing around the edge of the steps where he was hiding, preventing him from peeking out.

The shield-wielding fortress was the only one still holding the line. He heard the screams of his teammates behind him and sensed the rapidly deteriorating situation. He desperately tried to use his shield to block as many angles as possible.

But without rear fire support, he was left alone on the steps, becoming a slowly moving target.

"boom!"

On the right side of the low building, Woven found a new position and peeked out again, seizing the opportunity. He ignored the shield and instead aimed at the ankle of another Team A player who was trying to provide cover, which was briefly exposed below the shield because his teammate had fallen.

"what!"

Another piercing scream rang out as a .308 bullet precisely shattered the team member's ankle, sending him tumbling down the steps in agony.

Within just a dozen seconds, Team A suffered heavy losses on the front lines, and their offensive completely collapsed.

A strong smell of blood began to permeate the air, mixed with the smoke and dust.

"Retreat! Cover the retreat! Smoke grenades! Quickly!" The voice of the A team leader cracked. He knew they had to evacuate immediately, or more people would die here.

The remaining members of Team A desperately threw an M18 smoke grenade, and a cloud of white smoke quickly rose up on the steps, attempting to obscure the terrorists' vision.

"Want to run?"

Sheehan shouted, "Armand! Grenades!!" He wasn't about to let this opportunity to expand his gains slip by.

(End of this chapter)