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

Chapter 59 Good boy

The boss woke up with a start and, taking the keys with him, led the way.

Eric glanced at Gek, who was shrugging, said nothing, and quickly followed his boss, shotgun in hand.

The group of four quickly arrived at the door of number 224.

What reassured Eric was that there was no sound in the room, which clearly had little soundproofing, meaning that the black man's attack had not yet begun.

He glanced at the crack in the door, about an inch wide, and saw that the light was on inside.

"Open the door!"

Eric stood at the corner of the door, raised his shotgun, pressed it against his collarbone, released the safety, put his index finger to his lips, and whispered to his boss.

This made the boss look nervous. His hand started to tremble as he took out the key, but he slowly inserted it into the keyhole, flipped it over, and then pushed the door open.

To his surprise, the door, which had been open, was stuck as if something was blocking it, and it could only be pushed open halfway.

The boss was stunned for a moment.

"who!"

An alarming sound came from inside, along with the soft clanging of parts. Eric's eyes narrowed, and he kicked the boss, who was still standing in front of the door, too nervous to leave, out of the way.

The next second, the instant Eric kicked the boss away, gunshots rang out from inside the door.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Three shots pierced the fragile door in quick succession, leaving three small holes.

This scene stunned Gek and his henchmen, who were watching from behind.

What the hell? These black guys in there are so ruthless! They just start shooting all the time?
But after Eric kicked his boss away, he quickly moved to cut the corner, turning his body about 45 degrees to reduce the probability of being hit by a counterattack.

Upon instantly spotting the gun emplacement, he easily discerned the black man's position at the right diagonal corner behind the door by combining the gun emplacement with the angle of incidence from the half-open doorway.

At the same time, such a high and close position would ensure that Vanessa would not be affected, or that she might not even be behind the door, but in a corner far away from the door.

Eric's slightly narrowed gaze followed the gun muzzle as it aimed at the rather dense array of gun ports, and he pulled the trigger.

With a deafening boom, like a thunderclap!

The half-open wooden door, under the violent impact, seemed to have been struck by an invisible giant hammer, instantly producing a strong vibration and countless tiny holes.

This was only the first shot. Before anyone could react, Eric had already pulled the pump handle and fired the second shot, with an astonishingly fast firing rate.

boom!
The second shot produced a dense cluster of bullet holes at the entrance, but these tiny holes were all located at the same point, which had already created a small hole.

Eric kept moving, using a combination of side turns and angled cuts, quickly moving inwards as he fired.

Click! The sound of the pump handle being pulled.

boom!
Less than a second later, the third shot was fired.

Finally, the expected commotion came from inside: a muffled groan of pain, followed by a gunshot.

Eric had already fired three shots, and this was only the first shot fired from inside. Because the enemy's posture had already changed, the bullet grazed Eric at an angle, at a considerable distance.

This shows that the firing rates of the two are not even in the same league.

Eric's gaze pierced through the small hole created by the shotgun blast and saw the black man inside, shot in the shoulder, collapsing to the floor from exhaustion.

Eric breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't see Vanessa. His guess was right; Vanessa wasn't in the room, otherwise she would have called out long ago.

Most likely, little Vanessa is in the bathroom!
Thoughts flashed by.

Click! With no worries, Eric quickly pulled the pump handle and pulled the trigger again.

boom!
The small opening was widened, revealing a bloodied bullet hole in the black man's chest. He stared intently through the hole at Eric, who was holding a gun, a flicker of fear crossing his face. He opened his mouth as if to say something.

But Eric, who was slightly bent over with his shoulder against the shotgun and expressionless, had already pulled the pump handle and pulled the trigger again, causing the muzzle to drop slightly.

boom!
That shot blew the black guy inside the head off.

*Thud!* The dull thud of the corpse hitting the floor. After doing this, Eric kicked open the half-open, nearly broken door, also waking up the boss outside in the hallway, including Gek and his henchman Scorpius.

Because the whole process only takes a few seconds and is over.

Gek blinked, nothing was wrong.

But his underling Scorpius just stared at Eric as he kicked open the door and walked in, his mouth agape.

From his personal experience, Eric simply shifted sideways, repeatedly pulled the pump handle five times, and then it was over.

It made him feel like he could do it too, but he also knew that this was a huge illusion because Eric was too fast.

He subconsciously tried to recall the incident, and the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt: "Wait, is this even human?"

Waaaaaah!

The piercing sound of police sirens also rang out outside.

Upon hearing the siren, Gek glanced at his dazed underling, Scorpius, chuckled, and slapped him hard on the back of the head to snap him out of it.

"How about it, still want to teach them a lesson?"

Scorpius chuckled dryly: "Boss~"

Hearing the piercing sirens outside, Gek reached out his right hand, hooked his arm around his neck, and led him back.

"Let's go, this was just a small scene. I'll show you a big scene another time. Wow, that's exciting!"

Then you'll understand why everyone reacts like a mouse to a cat when they see "my brother."

Eric entered the room and glanced behind the door.

He saw a bedside table propped against the wall by the door, then looked at the black man lying dead on the floor, with an M1911 pistol lying on the ground beside him.

This guy is quite cautious. He knows that there's definitely a problem if the key is inserted from the outside, so he blocked the door with the bedside table as a reminder. He can also detect the problem by listening to the noise from the outside without inserting the key.

Without much thought, Eric glanced around. The room was very clean, which relaxed his tense body considerably. There was now an 80% chance that little Vanessa had not been harmed.

My last glance lingered on the closed bathroom door; the light was on.

Eric grabbed his shotgun and strode toward the bathroom. He knocked on the door, but there was no response.

Eric then said softly.

"Vanessa?"

Perhaps his voice was calm and gentle, or perhaps it was very familiar. A few seconds later, the bathroom door was carefully opened, revealing a small head with two braids.

Who else could it be but Vanessa!
She looked up, staring at Eric with an incredulous, bewildered expression.

It was as if he was thinking, "How did this person get here so fast!"
Eric breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Vanessa's adorable expression. He stepped forward and used his tall frame to block her view so she wouldn't see the insignificant black man lying in a pool of blood. He squatted down and said gently.

"You asked me a lot of questions before, so I have two questions I'd like to ask you. Can you answer them?"

Vanessa nodded.

Are you a brave person?

Vanessa nodded vigorously again, her two braids at the back of her head whipping around with her movements.

"cool!"

Eric smiled, patted little Vanessa's head, held the shotgun in his left hand, and picked up little Vanessa with his right hand, trying to use the camera angle to hold her in his arms.

"So, are you a good, obedient child?"

"Yes!"

"Close your eyes, be good!"

(End of this chapter)