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

Chapter 310 Limit
Bang! The bullet entered the opponent's temple.

As he fired, Eric used the high-tension characteristic of the CAR stance, so the muzzle didn't jump at all. His left hand shot out like lightning, grabbed the wrist of the corpse holding the gun, and used it as a human shield and fulcrum to slam it into the doorway.

The corpse, propelled by its impact, slammed into the tenth enemy inside the door, who was preparing to rush out.

The two collided immediately.

In the chaos, Eric glimpsed through a spatial rift that the eleventh enemy deep within the room was raising his gun and aiming.

Riding the momentum of his charge, Eric swiftly slid into the blind spot inside the doorway, while simultaneously making rapid adjustments with his right hand, which was holding the gun, using the CAR system, and fired twice in quick succession at the eleventh person who was raising his gun.

boom!boom!
The enemy was shot in the chest and staggered backward.

At the same time, the tenth enemy, knocked down by the corpse, struggled to push the body away and raise his gun.

Before Eric could stop sliding, his right wrist, holding the gun, swung back, the muzzle pressed down, and at close range, he fired another shot into Eric's head.

boom!
The gunshots were deafening in the cramped room.

Eric instantly swung back from the spot where he had just been shot in the head, locking onto the eleventh man who had been shot in the chest and was staggering backward.

Although he was seriously injured, his survival instinct and dying madness made him still try to raise his weapon, his eyes filled with pain, fear and a final glint of ferocity.

Bang! The bullet pierced the enemy's eyebrow, and the eleventh man twitched before collapsing completely, his weapon clattering to the ground.

The room fell into absolute silence instantly.

Eric CAR maintained a tense stance, rapidly scanning every corner of the room to confirm there were no further threats.

The second floor was cleared away in a short time.

Eric took a breath; this kind of high-speed movement was quite exhausting.

Eric skillfully removed the empty magazine with his left hand, inserted the last full magazine, and then pulled the slide to check the chamber.

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third floor.

The atmosphere was as oppressive as the deathly stillness before a storm. Florian had just retreated in a panic, his burly body leaning against the closed door, his chest heaving violently.

“Florian? Below?” Elisha swallowed nervously, the muzzle of his shotgun involuntarily tilting towards the ground.

“Our people…may be finished.” Florian squeezed out the words through clenched teeth, his voice trembling slightly, a tremor he himself was unaware of.

Who is it? He doesn't seem to have offended any important figures recently.
Even after racking his brains, Florian couldn't figure out where this terrifying guy had come from.

He suddenly pulled out his phone, no longer relying on his men downstairs, and directly dialed the emergency number to call for backup.

Beep. Beep.
"Hey?"

“It’s me, Florian!” Florian said in a low voice, speaking very quickly.

"Someone's coming to kill me! He's tough, and we're going to be wiped out!" he roared out the last sentence, his voice filled with barely concealed panic.

"Ilisha and I are trapped on the third floor; there's probably no one left downstairs or downstairs!"

"What?" The voice on the other end of the phone instantly rose eight octaves.

How many people are on the other side?

“I don’t know! There might only be one! But he’s fucking amazing! We need support, immediately! Right now! Bring everyone!” Florian felt his throat tighten as he recalled the image of his men being killed with just two shots.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, stunned by the news that there might only be one person downstairs and no one else was there.

"Hold on for fifteen minutes! Guard the stairwell!"

"Fifteen minutes? You fucking..." Florian hadn't finished speaking.

boom! boom! boom!
The last few clean, crisp gunshots, like executions, rang out from downstairs, followed by a suffocating silence.

The silence weighed heavily on the hearts of everyone in the room.

Kimmy held the trembling Amanda tightly, covering her mouth with her hand to prevent her from screaming out of excessive fear, thus attracting the attention of the two men.

Her heart was pounding because she thought of her father, but then she realized it was impossible; her father was still in America and couldn't possibly be here so quickly.

The next second, a figure suddenly flashed into Jinmi's mind: "Eric? Impossible, could he be that powerful?"

"He...he killed everyone?" Elisha's face drained of color, and his hand holding the gun trembled even more violently, almost dropping the handle.

"What do we do?"

"What do we do?" Florian slammed his phone to the ground, shards flying everywhere. The fear on his face was instantly replaced by desperate madness.

Suddenly, his gaze swept over Jinmi, and in a flash, he remembered something.

“You want ransom? I can tell you I have no money, but I can also tell you I have a very powerful friend who is currently traveling in Paris.”

If you spare my daughter, then this matter will end here. I will not tell my friends, I will not look for you, and I will not investigate you.

"If you don't stop now, we will find you, no matter where you are, and kill you!"

The words from his memory tolled like a death knell in Florian's ears. He had taken them then as nothing more than a bluff, a weak threat, but now...
“A friend,” Florian murmured absently, his pupils contracting in extreme fear.

Could that guy downstairs be this friend? "No! Impossible!" Florian refused to believe this terrible connection.

But reason told him that if there was any change to be made recently, it was only this.

“Florian?” Elisha was startled by his strange behavior.

Florian didn't answer. He suddenly moved, roughly pulling Kimmy out amidst Amanda's screams, strangling her neck with his thick arm, and raising a pistol in his other hand, pointing it at Kimmy.

"It's you, isn't it? Your damned father? Or his friend?" he roared at Jinmi, then, without waiting for her reply, turned to the door and shouted again.
"You bastard outside! Did you hear me? I know who sent you. Take another step forward, and I guarantee you'll get her corpse first! We can talk about terms!"

Jinmi was gasping for breath, her body ice-cold, but as she looked at the doorway, an unbelievable thought rose in her mind.

Outside the door, all was still deathly silent.

Unbeknownst to them, Eric was pressed against the wall outside the door, and upon confirming that Kimmy was inside, he breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as the gold rice hasn't been distributed yet, everything is fine.

"If you don't say anything, I'll kill her!"

Eric glanced at the closed door. He knew time was running out, and the person inside wasn't dead; they would definitely call for backup.

However, a direct assault is extremely risky; stray bullets or desperate counterattacks could harm Jinmi.

"This is going to be tough," Eric muttered to himself, but he had no choice but to take it. He took a deep breath and prepared himself to go all out and push his limits.

“Florian? You’re right, we can talk, we can make a deal,” Eric interrupted the other’s mania by calling him by his first name.

Florian's tense nerves jolted; the other party knew his name, and he had truly bitten off more than he could chew this time.

"But there's one condition: let me see the people, both of them, alive and well!"

Florian was breathing rapidly, his mind racing.

Checking on the person? That's too risky. Opening a crack in the door? That seems like a necessary step in the negotiation, perhaps if the other party really only wants to save people.
Outside the door, Eric paused for a moment, then continued to apply pressure:
"Open the door and let me see who it is! After I see who it is, we can discuss how you can leave. I just want the person!"
Otherwise, it would simply be a lose-lose situation, but I imagine you don't want to lose your life over something so trivial.

The will to survive overwhelmed the fear of unknown danger. Florian glanced at Elisha, who was paralyzed with fear, and then at Kimmy, who was being strangled and whose face was turning blue. His expression became quite interesting.

It's really not worth risking your life for these two girls.

"Elisha!" Florian called out to his brother in a low voice, his eyes flashing with a desperate madness.

"Go open the door, but don't open it all the way, just a crack, enough for him to see you. Be careful!"

He quickly adjusted his posture, holding Jinmi firmly in front of him as a human shield, pressing the pistol against her temple, and shrinking his body behind Jinmi as much as possible, only revealing half of his face and the hand holding the gun, pointing towards the door.

Elisha's face was ashen, his back soaked with sweat. He swallowed hard, trembling, and very slowly opened the door a narrow crack.

He nervously half-hid behind the door, only daring to peek out with one eye.

But suddenly a pistol was pressed against his forehead, the cold muzzle pressed tightly against his brow. Death was so close that Elisha froze completely. He looked at Eric through the crack in the door, his blood running cold.

Looking at the man's expression and eyes, Elisha knew what he meant.

The man told him to keep the door open.

Elisha's mind went blank; all his courage and will to resist crumbled instantly under the gun, and the instinct to survive overwhelmed everything.

Trembling, he mechanically followed the instructions of that invisible pressure and slowly pulled the door open completely.

"Elisha! What the hell are you doing?"

Just as Florian was distracted and roaring in anger due to this unexpected turn of events, Eric used Elisha's body as a brief cover and shield, and with a sudden flick of his right wrist holding the gun, the muzzle instantly left Elisha's forehead, circled around the side of Elisha's body, and pointed at Florian deep in the room with lightning speed.

This movement was faster than Florian could react.

boom!
A crisp gunshot rang out!

Eric did not opt ​​for the more difficult headshot, but instead focused on accuracy and stopping power.

The bullet pierced precisely into Florian's exposed gun-wielding arm joint.

Florian's entire arm drooped down instantly.

Kim felt his neck loosen and immediately collapsed forward, escaping Florian's control.

Florian's intact hand, disregarding everything, reached out again to grab the collapsed Kimmy, his eyes filled with mad despair and a ruthless determination to die together.

boom!
The second shot rang out almost immediately, like an echo of the first.

The bullet pierced precisely into Florian's forehead, which was slightly tilted forward and fully exposed due to excruciating pain and madness.

Florian froze instantly, the frenzied glint in his eyes dimmed abruptly, and his massive body fell straight backward, crashing heavily to the floor. Red and white substances slowly seeped from the bullet hole in his forehead.

Complete silence.

Eric's right wrist, holding the gun, swung back swiftly with the extreme agility of the CAR system, instantly pointing the gun back at Elisha, who had just been used by him, was still frozen in place, and was terrified after witnessing Florian's head being blown off.

Eric did not hesitate.

boom!
The third shot rang out.

The bullet pierced Elisha's unprotected forehead.
(End of this chapter)