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

Chapter 87 The Pursuit (Seeking First Subscription)

Just as Eric judged, Choi Dong-geon did indeed have other ideas.

After quickly assessing the situation, he felt a sense of despair spreading from his heart throughout his entire body.

The terrifying figure in front of him was like a huge roadblock, firmly blocking his retreat and cutting off his greatest possibility of escaping.

The stalemate on the battlefield made him realize that running that way would still keep him within the sight of the Los Angeles Police Department.

Especially after he chose this method to escape, the Los Angeles Police Department will do everything in its power.

"Damn it! We can't stay here any longer!"

He gritted his teeth and glanced at the apartment building.

"No! Going back in is just waiting to die, even with hostages!" Cui Dongjian knew the nature of the Americans well. After he had committed such a big incident, hostages could no longer stop these people.

He will still die! And he will suffer greatly from psychological stress.

and so!
Cui Dongjian looked at the end of the street behind him. His only chance of escape was to run in a direction where there was no resistance. He hoped to quickly intercept a car before the Los Angeles Police Department surrounded them.

Do it when you think of it!

"Go! Forget about that guy! Run to the back!" Cui Dongjian shouted decisively to the remaining core underlings.

The remaining two were originally his subordinates in the army, and could do many things for him.

Firepower, including cooperation and other matters.

At Cui Dongjian's shout, the three immediately resumed their burst fire and began to retreat.

"Boss~"

The man, who was shot in the chest but could still make a sound, groaned involuntarily, but the three men didn't even glance at him and simply retreated quickly.

A hint of despair flashed in his eyes; he had been abandoned!
"These Koreans are decisive, but the chances are slim."

Eric kept his head down, watching the other party quickly move away and retreat, with barely any firepower. He also followed the pickup truck, using a line of sight to chase after it.

Watching the three men run past his remaining underlings and head towards the end of the street, he quickened his pace, leaving the pickup truck and walking rapidly into the space ahead, using the Ford Transit in front as cover to ensure his safety.

While using his height and the increased distance to selectively fire, he reduced the pressure on the guys over there.

There were three people hiding behind the utility poles and transformer boxes, three people hiding inside the restaurant's crash barriers, and the rest were nowhere to be seen. Judging from the direction of the shots fired by the guys on the opposite street, they should be hiding inside the restaurant.

A quick glance, a clear picture in mind, and the trigger is pulled.

boom!
A South Korean soldier who was hiding behind a utility pole and a transformer box and firing at oncoming vehicles fell to the ground on the spot.

Judging from the blood spurting from his temple, he was shot in the head by Eric.

His two companions standing next to him were startled and subconsciously looked in the direction of the gunshot. They saw a man whose figure was mostly obscured by a Ford Transit walking quickly towards them.

The closer the distance, the better the Ford Transit can conceal the other party's shape.

Just as they realized the situation, two more shots rang out.

boom!
Another person was shot in the head and collapsed on the spot.

The last remaining man's eyes narrowed rapidly, and he instinctively turned and fired at Eric.

However, Eric had already pulled the trigger early on, choosing to sacrifice some firing speed to increase accuracy.

The effect was clearly very good; one shot, one headshot!

boom!
The last remaining South Korean behind the transformer box felt a sharp pain, and his remaining consciousness was overturned by the dark ocean.

*Thud!* The corpse collapsed.

The three shots rang out quickly, alerting everyone present to Eric's presence. At this point, not only the South Koreans, but also the detectives hiding behind the vehicle, glanced in Eric's direction because of the gunfire.

"How could it be him?"

One of the men said in a low voice, surprised. He was Detective Jon from the Anti-Drug Division of the Police Department, and he was in charge of Eric's intrusion case, so he naturally knew Eric.

Detective Jamie, who was leaning next to Detective Jon, had the same expression, quite surprised by Eric's appearance.

Because of the battle, they had no time to attend to anything else and had no idea that Eric and Cui Dongjian had already fought a round.

It's lucky I survived such fierce firepower, even though my chest hurts.

Despite this, Eric was unaware of the detectives' intentions and quickly turned his gun on the three Korean men hiding behind the restaurant's crash barriers.

Pull the trigger before they notice him and prepare to take action.

The two sides have different perspectives, which is also a good opportunity for a sneak attack. The time is very short, probably only four or five seconds, and we can't miss it.

boom!
The South Korean man who had been shot staggered, collapsed to the ground, and was shot again in the chest.

"Xiba!"

After they shouted, Eric pulled the trigger again.

boom!
The second South Korean soldier fell to the ground in his sight. When the last South Korean soldier saw his companion in this state, his eyes widened in terror, and he quickly turned his Uzi submachine gun towards Eric and opened fire.

chug chug!

Eric had already walked up to the Ford Transit, crouched down and leaned against the hood, listening to the intense bursts of gunfire with a calm expression.

"Four shots left."

Amidst the intense gunfire, an idea flashed through Eric's mind. With a blank expression, he quickly removed the magazine and took a new, fully loaded magazine from his pocket, inserting it into the magazine.

Click, the slide was pulled back to chamber a round, aimed at the South Korean bastard next to him who was still alive and bleeding from the chest, and with a final shot in his desperate eyes, sent him to hell.

After completing this step, Eric looked up through the gap in the Ford Transit and saw the South Koreans firing their guns, which were not in his sight.

While the UZI submachine gun boasts a high rate of fire, capable of creating a storm of bullets, its drawbacks are too significant.

Within 10 meters, 3-5 short bursts can maintain a fist-sized density, but beyond 10 meters, only the first few shots are relatively accurate, and subsequent bullets will be scattered more than 30cm due to recoil and high rate of fire.

By the time he got there, there weren't many bullets left; they had all been scattered around him.

Moreover, the ammunition is consumed too quickly; a standard 32-round magazine is emptied in 2 seconds with full-auto fire, resulting in poor endurance.

Eric's gaze fell on the three figures who had given up firing and were running into the middle of the street. He passed the South Koreans who were firing Uzi submachine guns indiscriminately.

A quick glance.

The guys on the right side of the street were also exchanging gunfire with the Koreans in the restaurant, leaving them completely unable to free up their hands and feet.

Therefore, Cui Dongjian acted quickly; he couldn't be left here either.

Take a deep breath.

Eric, who had already counted to two, seized the brief moment when the firepower paused and suddenly stood up, firing a shot at the last South Korean soldier who was facing him directly without any cover.

boom!
He was shot in the face and collapsed on the spot.

Eric started walking quickly forward, slightly shifting the muzzle of his gun, and pulled the trigger.

boom!
The second man was shot in the chest by the restaurant's crash barrier. The struggling Korean man was shot in the chest again, and in his moment of exhaustion, he stared intently at Eric, who was walking quickly towards him.

boom!
A small bullet hole appeared on his forehead, his eyes lost their light, and he collapsed on the spot.

(End of this chapter)