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

Chapter 67 Good Evening (Please continue reading!!)

Whether it was because he was too horrified or frightened, Eric had just fired his second shot when a subconscious curse came from the other side of the corridor.

"shit!"

This sound instantly confirmed Eric's location of the third enemy, who was less than half a meter away from the door.

He quickly moved the gun towards the wall by the door and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

Gunfire continued incessantly, but three shots rang out as if they were a single, continuous blast, leaving small holes in the wall.

A cry of pain rang out.

Eric didn't know the outcome, but the shot through the wall was likely a hit. He expressionlessly discarded his Benelli M4, pulled out his Beretta M9A3 again, and began to take the initiative.

His firing rate and the battle ended too quickly; so far, less than six seconds have passed in total.

As per the previously demonstrated scenario, the three members of the rearguard team who entered the secondary bedroom to search should have heard the commotion and were preparing to come out to investigate.

Because they lack information, they become more cautious in their actions.

If we both walk out now, we'll probably bump into each other.

The thought flashed through his mind, and Eric moved quickly, stopping at the door. With his gun in hand, he leaned out over the wall at an angle.

as predicted.

The first of the three members of the rear guard cautiously peeked out from the doorway of the second bedroom.

Pull the trigger.

puff!
A shot hit him in the chest, and as he collapsed forward, more of his body was exposed due to exhaustion.

puff!
Eric easily headshot him with a single shot, then simultaneously walked out of the doorway and moved into the corridor, gripping his Beretta M9A3 and carefully moving forward.

By this point, Eric was able to confirm the situation in the corridor.

The two men were blasted to death and lay in pools of blood, their fates unknown. Only the last man, whose victory had not yet been confirmed, lay on the corridor wall, clutching his bleeding neck and staring at him with wide eyes.

puff!
Eric lowered his gun and shot the man in the head, taking his life. He then raised his gun to the door of the second bedroom and continued moving forward.

The last two inside, whether out of sheer terror or genuine combat skills, haven't come out yet.

However, in his view, these ten people as a whole were indeed much better at combat than ordinary people, but only to a limited extent.

Therefore, it is highly likely that they were so frightened that they dared not show their faces.

In that case
Eric stopped by the wall near the second bedroom door, staring at the barely-dead corpse before him. Silently, he picked up the pistol that had fallen to the floor and waited a few seconds, which only increased the psychological pressure on the two people inside.

He then threw the enemy's pistol towards the door, where it hit the door with a thud.

Bang bang bang bang!
Intense gunfire followed, all aimed at the source of the sound, with only one shot hitting the wall outside the door.

Eric quickly shifted to the side and cut the corner, and the rapid expansion of his field of vision allowed him to easily see the two figures standing in the second bedroom.

puff!
Because of the excessive speed, the nerve response to absorb pheromones has not been fully absorbed. The first shot is aimed at the largest area of ​​the closest figure, the chest, to put it into a state of paralysis.

Once both figures were fully absorbed into their field of vision.

The gun barrel shifted quickly, *thud*!
The second shot accurately headshot the second person.

The gun barrel shifted again quickly, *thud*!
Just as the first man shot in the chest was reacting, the third shot struck him precisely in the head, causing his body to stiffen abruptly. He stared intently at Eric, who had suddenly appeared in the doorway, before collapsing backward with a dull thud as his body hit the floor.

Everything returned to calm. A soft exhale rang out, and Eric, still expressionless, continued cautiously probing into the second bedroom with his Beretta M9A3, confirming that everyone was dead before moving on to the stair landing and the second hallway.

Finally, Eric searched the first floor thoroughly, leaving no corner unchecked. Only after confirming there were no enemies did he stop in the spacious living room, tilt his head to relax his tense body, and wait for all his senses to return and gather before letting out a sentence with a slight smile.

"Really cool!"

This was the first truly exhilarating gunfight he had engaged in after upgrading his firing speed to level 5 (Specialization).

This feeling of having everything under control, of being able to sense the enemy moving in slow motion, is truly, truly amazing.
Eric couldn't find a word to describe it for a moment, but he was just feeling great.

"Mmm! That feels great!"

Eric nodded in satisfaction and snapped on the living room lights, illuminating the house that had just finished a life-or-death battle.

"But why?"

Eric began to think about the problem, casually taking off his bulletproof vest and tactical belt and tossing them onto the sofa.

"So why?"

As he held this thought and prepared to go upstairs with his Beretta M9A3 to find the answer, the sound of police sirens outside caught his attention, and flashing red and blue lights began to illuminate his vision.

Waaaaaaah
"It came so quickly."

Eric raised an eyebrow, tossed the Beretta M9A3 in his hand next to the bulletproof vest, and then covered it completely with a cushion.

He had already considered the possibility of patrol officers arriving after the battle, so he wasn't particularly surprised or flustered.

In any case, the sound of the Benelli M4 gunshot was indeed very clear; once it rang out, it could be heard within a kilometer radius, even at night.

The citizens here have a peculiar characteristic: as soon as they hear gunshots, even if they mishear or something, if they believe it is gunshots, they will almost always call 911.

Moreover, wealthy people dial at least twice as fast as ordinary people; it's practically instinctive for them.

Therefore, he had long been mentally prepared for the patrol officers to come.

Boom boom boom!
The sound of knocking on the door interrupted Eric's chaotic, disjointed thoughts, still lingering from the heat of battle.

Eric calmly examined his clothes, face, arms, and feet to avoid getting any bloodstains from the battle; he was completely unaware of it.
Boom boom boom!
Hey! LAPD!!! Anyone there?

Hearing the shouts, Eric finished his inspection and walked over, stopping at the doorway to look through the peephole.

He saw a patrolman, in a defensive posture, turn sideways and knock on the door with his left hand; if he wasn't mistaken, his right hand was holding his service pistol in a gun-holding position.

Another patrolman stood to the side, holding a Glock 19 rifle and pointing it at the door, staring intently at the entrance with a wary expression.

None of that matters. What matters is that he recognizes these two patrol officers; they are Holland and Levin, who received the report about the supermarket earlier.

The supermarket wasn't far from his home, so it was naturally within Holland and Levin's patrol area.

Or perhaps this was already part of his plan, but he didn't expect his patrol colleagues to be Holland and Levin.

Eric smiled, then quickly composed himself and called out:
"Holland! It's me, Eric! Don't shoot!"

As he spoke, Eric opened the door, stood by the door and looked at Holland and Levin, who both looked bewildered and confused, and laughed.

"Good evening, officers. The night is lovely tonight. Oh, by the way, weren't you on the afternoon shift?"

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(End of this chapter)