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

Chapter 311 DuPont's Confusion
As Elisha's body collapsed to the ground, the room fell into a deathly silence.
The air was filled with the smell of blood.

Kimmy collapsed to the ground, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her gaze first swept blankly over the corpses of Florian and Elisha, especially the horrific bullet hole between Florian's eyebrows, which made her stomach churn and she almost vomit.

But then, her gaze was fixed on Eric, and disbelief and a sense of almost exhausting security were intertwined on her face.

She wanted to speak, but her throat felt like it was blocked by something, and she could only make broken gasping sounds.

Amanda's reaction was even more intense. She had been in a state of extreme terror, and when she saw Florian and the other man being shot in the head, she let out a short, suppressed scream.

Ah ~
Eric CAR maintained his gun-holding posture, quickly scanning the entire room for a final safety check. He glanced at the screaming Amanda, shook his head inwardly, and put the gun away.

Since everyone else is dead anyway, it's no big deal for her to vent.

After all, the other party had obviously suffered a great mental shock, and venting would be good for her.

Eric chose to ignore her, strode up to Kimmy, squatted down, and used his body to block her view of Florian's corpse.

Most people, without having seen it with their own eyes, could never imagine the shock of seeing the corpse of their own kind. Even he had to process his first murder.

It must have been tough on these two girls who were spoiled rotten.

This will definitely leave a deep shadow.

“Golden Rice,” Eric said gently.

"Look at me, breathe, take a deep breath, and take it slow."

With guidance, Jinmi tried to take deep breaths, and the trembling subsided slightly.

After Eric finished speaking, he quickly checked the bruises on her neck to make sure there was no serious bleeding or other injuries.

Fortunately, he happened to be in Paris and rescued them in time, before those people could do anything.

“Eric? Is it really you?” Kimmy asked, her voice trembling with sobs and disbelief.

“It’s me,” Eric confirmed briefly, without any further explanation. He then looked at Amanda, who had stopped screaming and was curled up to the side.

“Amanda? Look at me, it’s over, you’re safe, control your breathing.”

Amanda looked up with teary eyes, saw Eric, and it was as if she had found a lifeline. Her sobs grew a little louder, but she was no longer completely out of control.

“Listen, I know you’re scared, but there’s no time. Their accomplices might be on their way.” Eric breathed a sigh of relief. If Amanda had still lost control, he would have had to knock her out.

“Can you stand up? We have to get out of here right now.” Eric reached out his hand to Kimmy.

Kimmy looked at Eric's outstretched hand, then at the bloody scene hidden behind him, bit her lower lip hard, and, suppressing the weakness in her body and the fear in her heart, nodded and placed her trembling hand in Eric's large hand.

“I can do it.” With Eric’s help, she struggled to her feet, her legs still weak, but she could barely support herself.

Amanda was completely unable to stand up, so Eric had no choice but to support Kimmy with one hand and put his other arm around Amanda's waist, and forcibly carry her out.

"Stay close to me, no matter what you see or hear, don't stop, don't shout."

"Don't worry, I've already called the police, they'll all be saved."

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8:20 PM.

The analysis room was brightly lit, and DuPont stared at the huge display screen in front of him.

The screen displays multiple images, which are surveillance videos from before and after the Charles de Gaulle Airport incident.

"Stop!" DuPont suddenly said.

The technicians quickly paused the video feed.

The scene shows a bustling airport terminal, where a tall, well-built man in casual clothes is standing in front of another man.

“It’s him,” DuPont said.

"continue."

The technicians nodded and continued.

In the video, a man in casual clothes suddenly helps up a man whose condition is clearly not right, and then walks towards the restroom. "Stop!"

The technical staff remain on hold.

DuPont frowned slightly. Due to the angle, most of the man's face was obscured by his deliberately lowered head and the man's unwell body. Only a blurry jawline and a small part of his sideburns could be seen.

DuPont then looked around, and it was clear that the Albanians around him were all moving closer to the bathroom.

DuPont tapped the blurry figure on the screen with his finger: "This man, process it and see if we can get a clearer image."

"Understood." The technician skillfully operated the equipment, continuously searching for all the video footage of the man and performing sharpening and noise reduction.

However, as the captured images were zoomed in, the pixels became blurry. Apart from being able to see the person's tightly pursed lips and strong jawline more clearly, it was still impossible to identify their complete face.

"Damn it!" Even the technicians couldn't help but complain.

"He knew the area of ​​the cameras, and was familiar with the blind spots and angles of the airport's surveillance. All the footage he captured was the result of deliberate calculation."

DuPont crossed his arms, his brow furrowed.

For some reason, he felt a strong sense of familiarity with that blurry face.

It's like I've seen it somewhere before.

This is the man who cleanly and efficiently took down four fully armed Albanians in the airport restroom.

He possesses terrifying skills, a calm mind, and is extremely adept at concealing himself.

“Keep following,” DuPont said.

There were five people in total, but one person was missing from the bathroom. It can only be said that one of them was taken away by him.

Then he must have a means of transportation while he's outside.

The technician nodded and continued tracking, eventually reaching outside the airport, where he actually managed to spot the car.

"found it!"

DuPont nodded, looking at the black Audi A6 Avant in the image, and continued:
"Continue, I need a clear license plate."

Before long, the technicians obtained a clear license plate.

DuPont let out a soft breath, looking at the license plate, and felt a strange sense of unease, because the other party seemed to have a sense of recklessness.

It was as if they weren't afraid of the French police at all.

DuPont shook his head to dispel the strange feeling, distributed the license plates, and had his men investigate the car.

Not long after, information arrived.

The officer in charge of the vehicle investigation strode in with freshly printed documents.

"Boss, we've found it." The officer handed the file to DuPont.

The vehicle is registered under the name of a company called European Express Car Rental; it is a regular rental vehicle.

But what's strange is that people with this ability, when carrying out such actions, always use forged documents or obtain vehicles through untraceable intermediaries.

This is practically telling us, "I'm right here, come and get me."

DuPont frowned: "Is it possible that he didn't care about us at all? Avoiding airport cameras was just an instinct?"

DuPont took the documents and quickly scanned them, his gaze settling on the section for renter information.

Then, I was completely stunned.

Name: Eric Stevens
Nationality: United States

Document type: U.S. passport

Car rental time
Rental Store: Charles de Gaulle Airport Store

(End of this chapter)