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

Chapter 312 Can You Hold On
“Eric Stevens,” DuPont muttered to himself.

In a daze, he seemed to have returned to that time.

Because it's rare to meet a woman I like, I mustered up the courage to approach her, only to be met with a cold shoulder.

A younger man, who was more handsome, more charismatic, younger, and taller than him, suddenly appeared, a faint smile on his face, and introduced himself.

"Eric Stevens, Dr. Allison's boyfriend and bodyguard."

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"Boss?" The officer sensed DuPont's unusual behavior and asked hesitantly.

"Do you know this guy?"

DuPont's expression shifted several times. He took a deep breath, then exhaled, nodded, and prepared to say something.

But before he could speak, he was interrupted by an urgent communication.

An incident has occurred at 117 Rue Roger in the Saint-Denis district: a major shooting has resulted in multiple deaths, and numerous shell casings and bloodstains were found at the scene.

"go!"

Without a word, DuPont grabbed his coat and rushed out. His previous shock and memories were replaced by professional instinct. He had a strong feeling that this matter was definitely closely related to Eric Stevens.

"Notify the forensic team and the crime scene investigation team! Quickly!"

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The sirens ripped through the Parisian night sky as DuPont and his men rushed to 117 Rue de Roger as fast as they could.

The area around Building B had already been cordoned off by patrol officers who had arrived earlier, and some alarmed residents had gathered around, their faces filled with fear and unease.

DuPont opened the car door, and a cool breeze carrying a mixture of gunpowder smoke and blood rushed out.

As soon as he stepped across the cordon, a uniformed French policeman in charge of perimeter security quickly approached him, his face pale.

"Sir, you've arrived."

DuPont pursed his lips; he could see everything about the van without needing any directions.

A burly man was slumped over the steering wheel in the driver's seat.

A few meters away on the road, two corpses lay on the ground, with a large area of ​​congealed blood beneath them.

DuPont subconsciously recalled that young figure, and felt his temples throbbing uncontrollably.

Honestly, based on first impressions alone, no matter how you look at DuPont, you couldn't see that the young and handsome guy had such terrifying abilities.

"The man in the driver's seat suffered a fractured throat from a severe blow and may have died of asphyxiation," the French policeman standing nearby whispered.

"The two bodies next to the car were shot, both with bullets to the head, killing them instantly."

Judging from their location, they must have heard the commotion and rushed over to check on their companions, and then…

"Clear the perimeter, cut off all eyes and ears, cleanly and efficiently." DuPont muttered to himself, already sketching out the scene in his mind. He faced the deathly silent Building B, where the smell of gunpowder and blood emanating from within was even stronger.

"Walk."

DuPont addressed his colleagues from the Judicial Police Headquarters' Investigation Team behind him.

"Let's go in and take a look."

He stepped forward towards the red iron gate. Two Albanian gunmen lay in pools of blood, one with a bullet wound to the jaw and the other with a bullet hole in his forehead. There were no other bullet holes around them, and the surveillance camera on the iron gate was also smashed to pieces.

Regardless of DuPont's situation, his colleagues in the reconnaissance team behind him were already exchanging bewildered glances.

Seeing their leader continue walking forward, they could only suppress their emotions and follow him inside.

A short walkway leads to the small courtyard downstairs, followed by an outer staircase.

As DuPont ascended the stairs, the scene on the second floor was even more horrifying, with a total of eight bodies scattered throughout the corridors, stair landings, and rooms.

Following the labels, DuPont could easily imagine just how fierce the attackers were.

Everything on the scene silently testified to the attackers' devastating advance.

Every single corpse had a headshot.

This is too scary.

Finally standing at the door of that room on the third floor, DuPont looked at the precise bullet hole between Florian's eyebrows and Elisha beside him, also shot in the head. He could imagine the escalating trajectory of the killing. That person clearly didn't want to leave any survivors.

DuPont couldn't help but turn around and glance at his subordinates behind him.

Among his men were many skilled fighters, as they were all from the action team, and some were retired from the army.

However, the most skilled fighter's expression was quite interesting. He noticed DuPont's gaze and bluntly shrugged.

"To be honest, I really want to meet this killer, because he's incredibly skilled!"

DuPont's cheek twitched.

"Ahem." The skilled man coughed lightly, looking at the bullet holes in the two corpses, recalling the bodies he had seen along the way, and said:

"Boss, there's real data showing that well-trained police officers hit targets about 30 percent less often under pressure."

Even elite snipers, under optimal conditions, only have about 90% accuracy.

It's incredible that this person could achieve a headshot rate of almost 100% in such chaotic circumstances.

This shows that his marksmanship is superb, making him an absolutely terrifying person.

If we're going to capture him, we need to be prepared for casualties.

Listening to his subordinate's advice, DuPont pinched his brow and glared at him, feeling helpless.

"This is clearly a very important transit point, specifically for handling victims of kidnapping, deception, and trafficking," DuPont said, regaining his composure.

"Settle the victims here, and at the same time carefully search every room to see if there are any other victims being held captive."

Also, see if you can find any useful CCTV footage.

"Understood, sir." Someone replied, and led his men to split up and take action.

DuPont took one last look at the scene before leaving.

-

Paris fell silent in the night.

Inside a black Audi A6 Avant heading straight for the Morris Hotel.

Eric glanced at the back seat through the car's rearview mirror.

Kimmy and Amanda huddled together like two startled fledglings huddled in their nest.

Jinmi was pale, her eyes vacant as she stared at the dim streetlights rushing past the window, lost in thought.

But her slightly trembling shoulders and occasional heavy breathing betrayed the turmoil still raging within her.

Amanda, standing next to her, was in even worse shape. She had huddled into the blanket, her eyes unfocused and filled with lingering fear.

Eric sighed inwardly. He had some knowledge of psychology and knew that such trauma required time and professional guidance to heal.

"It's alright, at least they were rescued." Eric's eyes darkened slightly as he instinctively thought of the distraught girls in the building.

Those people deserve to die!

Thinking of something, and anticipating the ensuing turmoil, Eric steered the car with one hand while using the other to take out his phone and find Bill's contact information.

Things seem to be getting serious; so many people have died. He's really not sure if Bill can handle it, even though he said he'd protect him.

But what if he couldn't hold on? That would be terrible! He didn't want to become a wanted criminal with a bounty on his head in France.

Eric carefully considered his words and typed with one hand:

"Bill, the people have been rescued. Kimmy and Amanda are with me now and safe."

Kimmy was frightened and had some minor injuries, but she was fine, as was Amanda.

However, they now need some psychological counseling.

It just so happens that my girlfriend used to be a psychologist, so I'm taking them to the Morris Hotel to settle in.

The only downside is that I made quite a commotion, so the police will inevitably get involved.

I suspect I've been found by the French police by now, what about you?

(End of this chapter)