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

Chapter 84 Code 99
"It's well done, but it's hard to fool those who are already on guard early on."

"Forget it, let the SWAT handle the physical work. Those guys have automatic weapons."

"Now that the meeting is over, they should be out in force by now."

Eric reached into the slot next to him and took out a pistol.

It was still the Carnik TP9SF, but this gun was the only one that hadn't been used, so it wasn't collected as evidence.

This made him realize that a private gun arsenal needed to be put on the agenda.

He checked the gun to prevent any malfunctions. Even though the probability of accidental failure with modern firearms is extremely low, Eric didn't want to encounter that extremely low probability.

After inspecting the Carnik TP9SF, I took two fully loaded magazines out of the slot and put them in my pocket.

Having prepared everything, Eric then pulled the seat back down, making sure he was out of sight of the car window. He put the gun back in its place, looking relaxed at the apartment buildings ahead, waiting for his colleagues from the West Canyon Police Department to arrive.

But not long after, his pupils suddenly contracted slightly.

Eric's deep blue eyes reflected a group of people wearing hats and masks and carrying black backpacks.

They suddenly emerged from that high-rise apartment building; there were at least twenty of them.

The men in front pulled out Uzi submachine guns from their backpacks and opened fire on the five people Eric had noticed earlier, as well as the vehicle parked there.

chug chug!

A sudden burst of dense and loud gunfire erupted at that moment.

It happened too suddenly.

Eric just realized what was happening.

The five people who were pretending to chat and keep watch were shot down on the spot. Even those who reacted in time were shot down by subsequent fire. Those who were injured but still able to move could only crawl or drag their injured teammates to try to find cover.

The cars parked there were riddled with bullet holes. The people inside didn't know what was going on, but some reacted quickly and climbed down from the other side. There were probably only four or five people in total.

Using their vehicles as cover, they tried to fight back but were suppressed by overwhelming firepower and could only hide under the wheels.

Residents everywhere began shouting and fleeing, looking for places to hide.

ratt ratt ratt ratt!

"Damn it, these Koreans are really going all out?" Eric was genuinely dumbfounded as he looked at the group of desperados.

In this situation, the people who come will not only be from the Los Angeles Police Department's Special Operations Bureau, but also from the Los Angeles City Counterterrorism Operations Unit, which is responsible for dealing with terrorist attacks or large-scale violent incidents.

And a large number of cross-departmental support forces, such as the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department (LASD), the Highway Patrol (CHP), and many other departments.

Even federal agencies (such as the FBI branch in Los Angeles and the ATF) provide intelligence and fire support.

But Eric watched as the group of Koreans suppressed the people keeping watch while sending seven or eight of them quickly walking toward a black Ford Transit parked on the side of the street where the apartment buildings were connected.

He understood the intentions of these desperate criminals. He left a group of men to suppress the people watching outside, drawing attention and fire, while the rest of the group took the opportunity to escape, get out of the sight of the Los Angeles Police Department, and disappear. Finally, they would figure out how to escape America and return to the mainland.

Without a doubt, Choi Dong-gun was definitely among those seven or eight Koreans heading towards the Ford Transit.

Seeing the group of seven or eight Koreans break away from the crowd and walk quickly toward the Ford Transit, Eric did not hesitate, grabbed the Carnik TP9SF and quickly got out of the car.

The image that appeared in my mind was of these seven or eight people just about to walk to the rear of the Ford Transit.

The two were about 27 meters apart, but Eric leaned against the car door, raised his gun, and fired without hesitation. Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three shots rang out unexpectedly, accompanied by a hiss of exhaust, and the Ford Transit's body suddenly dropped slightly.

Boom!

Less than a second later, two more shots were fired, and the front of the car suddenly became even lower.

Eric had actually targeted the front wheels of the Ford Transit, leaving those Korean bastards with no way to escape and only able to wait to die on the spot.

This unexpected situation stunned the seven or eight Koreans, including Choi Dong-geon, who had just walked to the back of the Ford Transit. They suddenly looked at the source of the gunshot, Eric, who had just gotten out of the car 27 meters away, and stared wide-eyed at his shooting posture.

boom!
Just as they were reacting, another shot rang out.

Cui Dongjian, who was in the middle, felt something wet on his face. He opened his eyes wide and glanced to the side. It turned out that his underling had been shot in the head and was falling backward. A spurt of blood from the wound had splashed onto his face.

boom!
Another person gets headshot by Eric! The perfect combination of Rapid Fire lv5 (Specialization) and Precision Shot lv4 (Mastery) is on full display here.

Eric was so fast that he was able to precisely shoot down the Ford Transit and take down two other people before Cui Dongjian and his group could even react.

"Xiba!"

With a ferocious look on his face, Cui Dongjian watched Eric, who was firing shots and quickly walking back to the rear of the car. He quickly pulled an AR-15 from his backpack and fired at the Ford Raptor in front of him, while moving to the side towards the rear of the Ford Transit.

The other frightened underlings were in the same situation, but unlike Cui Dongjian, they were not cunning and instead simply stood still and provided suppressive fire.

Bang bang bang bang!
Suddenly, even more intense gunfire erupted, mixed with the rapid-fire of Uzi submachine guns.

Clap clap clap!

But Eric had already taken cover behind the Ford Raptor, letting the sound of bullets hitting the car echo in his ears, his face calm and his eyes undisturbed.

He destroyed their escape vehicle, and the group of South Koreans were powerless to turn the tide.

Fortunately, because of my insecurity, I couldn't bear to leave and had to keep a close eye on things; otherwise...
Just as Eric had expected, the five men who had survived by hiding under the wheels of the car to avoid the fire had already taken out their walkie-talkies and loudly sent out a notification.

"Code 99 (Emergency: Life in grave danger) Under attack!!!! People injured! Requesting backup! Requesting backup!"

This long passage proves that the urgent situation was transmitted via electrical signal to the West Canyon Police Department, which had already set off earlier.

The glaring red and blue lights on the highway, and the sirens of police officers clearing the way.

A convoy of vehicles, including two Dongyuan Panda armored vehicles, a Chevrolet Tahith, a Ford Explorer, a mobile command vehicle, and a Dodge Ram modified ammunition supply vehicle, was speeding toward Koreatown.

Sitting in the mobile command vehicle, Inspector Grey looked serious and frowned as she glanced at a Special Operations Bureau superintendent sitting next to her, whose expression was equally serious.

They already knew something had happened over there, and the heavy atmosphere made the air feel oppressive.

After all, the appearance of Code 99 definitely signifies a major event, meaning that the police officers' lives are threatened and there is a possibility of death.

All units patrolling nearby will respond to the incident!
"It will take about three minutes to arrive," he said in a deep voice.

"We've already sent people from the Wilshire Police Station, which is closer, to provide support!"

Inspector Grey took a deep breath, nodded, and said in a low voice, "I don't know if they can hold on!"

Daves, who was sitting next to her, also clenched his fists and exchanged a glance with Inspector Grey. In their serious exchange of glances, a look of doubt flashed across their faces.

They were already moving very fast, but how could the other side be moving so fast?
(End of this chapter)