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

Chapter 285 Will
In the distance, sniper number two on the hillside confirmed the fact through a high-powered scope and breathed a sigh of relief: "Sniper team confirms, the last target has ceased activity."

After he finished his report, the muzzle of his gun unconsciously swept downwards, eventually fixing on a young man.

Instinctively, he wanted to see the hero who had stepped forward and turned the tide of the battle.

But suddenly, he was stunned to find that the young man, who stood out even from below, was staring at him, his eyes meeting directly through the sniper scope.

He suddenly woke up and instinctively locked the safety lock.

"Who is this?" Eric muttered under his breath, feeling the pricking sensation on his body gradually subside before turning his gaze to Carlos and the others who were silently staring at him.

“It’s over, guys.” Eric chuckled.

"cheer up."

These people are quite capable; at least they can keep up with him and act decisively.

Upon hearing this, Carlos and the others managed a weak smile.

Seeing their reaction, Eric shook his head inwardly, glanced at the corpses lying on the ground, and silently handed the M4 and the rest of the unused equipment to Carlos.

"I'll leave this place to you. My mission is over."

Carlos looked at Eric, took a deep breath, and his eyes were no longer those of a temporary patrolman partner, but filled with absolute respect for a strong person. He nodded heavily and silently accepted the gift.

Then, to Eric's astonishment, Carlos, leading the three behind him, suddenly snapped to attention, straightened their backs, gave Eric a crisp and powerful military salute, and shouted:
"Yes! Sir!"

It is evident that Eric's single role as team leader left an unforgettable impression on Carlos and his three teammates, inspiring their heartfelt obedience.

"Uh," Eric opened his mouth, but in the end he patted Carlos on the shoulder and walked towards the back door as they watched him go.

For him, it was just a minor incident, a task that only earned him a reward of 0.5.

"Safety!"

Once inside, the footsteps and voices around him made Eric look over.

It was Team C, who had already stormed the main house. They were clearing out the main house as they made their way here.

When Eric walked in, all the SWAT team members stopped what they were doing and focused their attention on him.

There were no words, no instructions.

From the kitchen to the corridor, the fully armed SWAT elites, fresh from intense outdoor combat, straightened up as if receiving a silent command, faced Eric, and solemnly raised their right hands in salute.

Swish!
For a moment, the only sound in the room was the faint rustling of bulletproof vests, and the atmosphere was solemn.

Their eyes held a complex mix of amazement, gratitude, and the purest respect.

Eric paused for a moment, "Guys, are you guys going to go this far? It's making me feel really awkward."

But upon seeing the group of SWAT officers, Eric quickly regained his composure, nodded in return, and walked across the path they had cleared for him, continuing towards the front door.

Just as he strode out of the main house, he bumped into Rafe, who was hurrying inside.

The SWAT Second Squadron leader, his face still flushed from running, showing lingering anxiety and excitement from receiving the report, paused noticeably when he saw Eric emerge unharmed and alone.

Rafe looked Eric up and down, as if to confirm that Eric was really unharmed, before suddenly realizing what had happened.

"Well done, bro!" Rafe's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement, and he couldn't help but swear.

"I've never seen anyone like you before! When I heard the RPG explosion outside just now, my heart sank!" As a SWAT captain of the same rank as Superintendent Daves, Rafe used the word "brother," which basically meant that he regarded Eric as an equal.

Eric could sense the other person's sincerity and excitement: "It was just good luck, Commander Rafe, and also, everyone cooperated well."

"To hell with luck, this is skill!" Rafe said decisively. He glanced back at the C team members in the main room, then turned back to Eric, his eyes burning with determination.
"Seriously, bro! Ever thought about joining SWAT? I'll personally put in a special application to recruit you. You were born to be here!"

"Thank you."

Eric decisively shook his head and refused: "But I still think a patrol car suits me better."

After today's experience, he has no interest in the Counter-Terrorism and Special Operations Bureau anymore.

As Tifa said, his role in the Counterterrorism and Special Operations Bureau was at best like a sharpest knife, waiting for someone to pull it out before it draws blood.

In comparison, they are indeed inferior to the detective agency, which has the initiative.

Rafe's face showed an expression of extreme regret and incomprehension, as if he had seen a diamond that was stuck in a pile of coal.

But he could only respect Eric's choice, patted Eric's arm heavily, and said earnestly:

"No matter what, SWAT Team 2 will always remember your help today. If you need anything in the future, just come to me!"

Eric nodded, glancing at the main house: "Then what about today's matter?"

"Don't worry!" Rafe immediately understood Eric's meaning.

"Leave the rest to me. No one will dare to make things difficult for you. Officer, all you need to know is that you have done a great service!"

Eric was so used to making contributions that he didn't care about that. His main concern was still attribute points: "That's not what I meant. What I meant was, could we try to avoid mentioning me in this matter today?"

Rafe paused for a moment, looking at Eric as if he were seeing a rare species for the first time.

This statement is tantamount to giving most of the credit to him, the leader of the Second Brigade.

Eric ignored what Rafe thought, and just recalled the emergency scene he had witnessed earlier, and sighed, "If there is any other tangible reward, please give it to the guy who needs it most."

Rafe's facial muscles twitched. He looked at Eric, and the confusion and surprise in his eyes were quickly replaced by a trace of sadness. His previous excitement vanished in an instant.

Fuck, he was so excited! He almost forgot the most important part.

Looking at Eric, Rafe took a deep breath; the air still seemed to be filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood. He nodded heavily.

“I understand, officer. In my capacity as commander of SWAT Team Two, I assure you that your wishes will be respected.”

In the report, you will be described as the patrol officer who provided crucial support; as for the details, I will handle them according to your instructions.

"As for the possible rewards," Rafe pursed his lips and continued, as if giving instructions to Eric.

"I will also take care of all the guys here today, the injured, and the fallen. Their families will receive all the compensation and honors they deserve."

I swear on my honor.

Eric nodded, smiled, and then walked past Rafe.

As a result, Rafe stopped him: "Wait, bro!"

(End of this chapter)