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

Chapter 308 March
The main threat came from the stair landing ahead. Eric prepared to move forward and glided smoothly.

Eric stopped at the end of the corridor, where his view was blocked, and pressed himself against the corner of the wall at the end of the corridor, peering out to confirm the second section of stairs on the right after the turn.

A third figure was peeking out from the doorway on the second floor.

Eric used the slight angle of his body rotation to instantly correct the muzzle of the Glock 19, pointing it steadily at the figure.

boom!
The bullet pierced the chest cavity of the man, which was exposed as he leaned forward. His body jolted violently, and he staggered backward.

Eric subtly pressed his wrist down, and the muzzle of the gun instantly made a tiny secondary correction.

boom!
The second bullet followed immediately, this time targeting the enemy's head, which was tilted back due to injury and completely unprotected.

Blood spurted out.

His movements froze completely, and he collapsed backward without even uttering a groan.

As the Glock 19 recoiled and spent cartridges were ejected, Eric sidestepped out of the wall, his gun barrel slightly rising due to the recoil, already locking onto the fourth figure inside the door who had appeared in shock after his companion suddenly fell and was trying to cover for him.

The fourth Albanian, seeing the spray of blood from his companion's head, instinctively tried to pull the trigger of the sawed-off shotgun in his hand.

boom!
Eric's third shot came in quick succession, almost without pause.

The bullet precisely shattered the scapula on the side where he was holding the gun.

Ugh!

He let out a painful and furious scream as his entire arm went numb and lost all strength. He could no longer hold the heavy shotgun, and it fell with a thud onto the stairs.

He instinctively covered the wound from which blood was gushing out with his other hand, his body staggering backward from the intense pain and sudden loss of balance, his face filled with pain and disbelief.

At this moment, the third person's body had just collapsed to the ground.

Eric continued walking up the stairs without stopping, while his right wrist, holding the gun, made another slight adjustment, completing his fourth aim in a very short time.

boom!
The fourth bullet shot out with a flash of fire, accurately striking the side of the fourth person's head, which was slightly tilted forward in pain and exposed.

The screams stopped abruptly, and his body went completely limp, collapsing beside his companion.

Eric stepped onto the first flight of stairs leading to the landing, his attention highly focused. He pointed his gun at the top of the second flight of stairs to the right, his senses like radar, capturing any subtle movement upstairs as he made his way up.

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A cramped, dimly lit corridor with mottled walls and several doors scattered about.

The fifth Albanian accomplice, who had just come out to investigate after hearing the commotion, happened to witness the brief but bloody exchange of fire at the doorway.

He witnessed how his companions were swiftly and decisively defeated in the blink of an eye, without even being able to mount an effective counterattack.

The color drained from his face instantly, and he instinctively took a half step back, his throat tightening.

Romulus and Besso are dead!

The shout was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, creating violent ripples in the narrow space on the second floor.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and the light bulb above the second-floor stairwell shattered instantly.

It was dark outside, with only the faint smell of burnt light bulb debris lingering in the air.

boom! boom! boom!
The fifth person who shouted had a mixture of fear and ferocity on his face. He frantically pointed at the door and fired several shots, the muzzle flashes exploding.

Eric pressed himself against the wall next to the inner door of the corridor entrance, adopting a modified Weaver-style gun-holding posture, letting the gunshots echo through the corridor, his face expressionless as he watched the bullets hit the stairwell wall, scattering debris and faint sparks.

The enemy continued firing, but the bullets were scattered and completely inaccurate, a result of panicked firepower. "Eleven rounds, only four left." Eric casually removed the magazine, replaced it with a new, fully loaded one, pulled the slide, and glanced at the ejection port and chamber.

A new, bright yellow bullet was confirmed to have been steadily chambered.

Eric then quickly probed and sliced ​​the material, before retracting it.

A fleeting glimpse is enough.

The corridor is about seven or eight meters long. Taking the direction of movement forward as a reference, there are two doors on the right and one on the left.

The nearest door on the right was ajar, and shadows flickered behind the crack.

At the end of the stairs is a staircase with openwork railings leading to the third floor, and at the bottom of the stairs is a door.

The fifth person who had just shouted was suppressing the enemy with fire while retreating in panic toward the second door on the right at the end of the corridor. His gun was slightly raised due to blind firing, making it difficult to hit him with that line of fire.

With his vision cleared and information gathered, Eric confirmed the terrain and potential threats, then slipped out and instantly switched to an isosceles firing position.

boom!
The bullet penetrated halfway into the chest cavity of the enemy before they even entered the room.

The fifth person was injured and leaned back. Eric subtly pressed his wrist down, and the muzzle of the gun made a tiny secondary correction in a very short time.

boom!
The second bullet followed immediately, hitting the head with pinpoint accuracy.

The body fell inside, the door slammed shut, followed by the sound of the lock being hurriedly tightened, heavy breathing, and the faint clanging of weapons.

As the Glock 19 recoiled and spent cartridges were ejected, Eric decisively sidestepped and moved out of the wall, pointing his gun at the half-open door on his right. Without stopping, he continued to press into the corridor.

From near to far, Eric's gun barrel and line of sight moved in sync, swiftly turning towards the half-closed door.

The shadow behind the door crack moved, and a section of a gun barrel peeked out.

Eric pulled the trigger repeatedly.

A gunshot rang out, and a 9mm bullet pierced the thin wooden door. A painful groan and the sound of a body falling to the ground came from behind the door.

Eric ignored the "sixth" one. He knew he had to keep moving fast and not let the enemy lock onto his position. Switching to his CAR and quickly sliding while holding his gun, he raised his hand and fired a quick shot at the light bulb on the corridor ceiling.

Bang! The remaining light bulb went out completely, plunging the entire corridor into deeper darkness. Only the light from the third floor at the end of the staircase and a few gaps under the doors let in a faint glow.

Having completed this step, Eric slid to the side wall of the half-open door, his gaze quickly shifting to the main threat.

There was nothing happening inside the first room on the left and the second room on the right in the middle section, but at the turn of the staircase leading to the third floor, a pair of feet wearing dirty overalls were lingering there, seemingly hesitating whether to come down.

Clearly, the people upstairs were disoriented by the continuous gunfire below, the screams of their companions, and the sudden darkness.

Eric didn't give his opponent time to think and fired a shot without warning.

Bang! The bullet, carrying a scorching gash, precisely pierced through the gaps in the openwork handrail of the staircase and bit into the side of the ankle of the pair of work pants.

A scream rang out in the stairwell. The seventh man lost his footing and fell forward violently in pain and loss of balance. His pistol slipped from his hand and clattered down the stairs.

At the same time, the upper body inevitably and briefly peeks through the gaps in the openwork railings, revealing itself to the stair platform below.

The exposure lasted less than half a second.

But for Eric, who had anticipated and awaited this moment, it was enough.

(End of this chapter)