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

Chapter 89 Bang! (4K)

But by the time this formidable convoy arrived at the chaotic scene, everything that was bound to happen had already happened.

Because the battle ended too quickly!
The detective who stayed behind to check on and treat his colleague's injuries breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the convoy stop and the ambulances that followed.

But when his gaze shifted to his companion lying lifeless in a pool of blood before him, a suppressed sadness still flashed across his face.

For this operation, their entire squad was mobilized, with some responsible for surveillance and others for intelligence delivery.

But one person still died! The rest were either slightly injured or seriously injured.

This is a case of being lucky but unlucky at the same time!
The other side reacted so quickly; there must be a mole in this operation!

The detective swept his fierce gaze across the officers and SWAT officers who had gotten out of the car, and the Dallas Police Superintendent of the Special Operations Bureau and Sergeant Zoe of the Wilshire Police Department, who were getting out of the command vehicle. As they walked over with grim faces, he said in a deep voice.

“There’s a mole in this operation! I don’t care what you do, I expect you to conduct a self-examination after this operation is over.”

Dallas Police Superintendent and Inspector Zoe nodded with grim faces; they had reached this consensus on their way here.

After saying that, the detective didn't hesitate and explained all the important details.

Detectives Jon and Jamie, who are still able to move freely, are chasing the remaining three criminals.

In response to this situation, the Dallas Police Superintendent first contacted Detectives Jon and Jamie, and then led a group of SWAT officers and patrolmen who got out of the car through the ruins of the restaurant, which looked like it had been through a battlefield, and quickly disappeared through the back door.

The rest was left to Zoe to oversee.

But at the same time, under Inspector Zoe's surprised gaze, the detective continued in a deep voice.

"Three more thugs hitched a ride and escaped, but a police officer has already given chase! We need to provide backup for Officer Eric!!"

Eric?
Inspector Zoe's eyes flickered slightly. She nodded, turned around, and returned to the command vehicle. Her mind raced through the previously deployed arrangements. She began to use the command vehicle's multi-band communication system and onboard radio to adjust the police force configuration.

First, they directly called for air support, ordering the two helicopters already dispatched by the Air Support Division to assist Eric in pursuing the fleeing bandits and keeping them pinned down.

Then call the patrol officers on the outermost perimeter to prevent any accidents and have them begin to take action, providing the necessary support.

"Attention all units."

However, this also requires the cooperation of helicopters to make the corresponding arrangements.

Having completed this step, Inspector Zoe let out a soft sigh of relief. This was all she could do; she would have to wait for further notifications and reports regarding the specifics.

Then, they joined forces with other branches to encircle the criminals.

After thinking for a moment, Inspector Zoe then informed the West Rim Police Department of the situation, instructing them to continue the operation to apprehend Quentin Gobert and other key targets.

Although this operation is suspected of being exposed, it still needs to be rectified and completed! Otherwise, it will all be in vain.

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"Air (codename) 4 received!"

"Air (codename) 2 received!"

Upon receiving the notification, two H125 light single-engine helicopters that were flying directly overhead began circling at high altitude to search for the target with the widest possible field of view.

Equipped with thermal imagers and searchlights, it is the mainstay of the Los Angeles Police Department's efforts to track down criminals.

Buzz!
To maximize efficiency, the two companies' two H125s split up, each responsible for half of the area, searching for Eric and Cui Dongjian.

the other side.

"7-A-15 received!"

Among all the patrol cars that were already stationed at the outermost major thoroughfares, there was an Explorer parked on Wilshire Avenue.

Nolan, the oldest rookie in the Los Angeles Police Department, listened to the emergency notification on the police radio and subconsciously looked at his serious-looking training instructor, speaking in a solemn voice.

"Bishop?"

Bishop, a Black woman, with a buzz cut, exudes a charisma that rivals any man's.

She said in a deep voice, "We need to wait!"

"..."

"We're all stuck at a major road intersection..."

A patrol car positioned along another main road also emitted a somber sound.

The stern-faced male patrol officer looked at the rookie under his supervision, an Asian woman.

"Wait! We can only wait for the rest of the reports! Stay on standby, Officer Chen!!! If anything happens, keep your eyes wide open and follow my every move! Understand?"

Hearing her instructor Tim's cold voice, Lucy Chen took a deep breath and obediently nodded.

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Beneath the rotating H125, one high-rise building after another connects to form square grids, arranged with an almost obsessive sense of order, until it is cut off by a straight avenue, dividing the entire Koreatown into two distinct north and south sections.

Wilshire Avenue was either congested with traffic or completely deserted, with only a few cars moving slowly.

But because of this, the astonishing and remarkable scene was noticed so quickly by the H125 helicopter.

The pilot, including the co-pilot who was cooperating and notifying him, had slightly constricted pupils, his eyes reflecting a scene.

The two cars were seen weaving at very high speeds through the relatively slow-moving traffic, creating a striking visual contrast.

"We've found them!" the co-pilot shouted.

"Follow up quickly!"

He spoke loudly, while simultaneously taking out a walkie-talkie to report to everyone who had already been assigned to the same channel.

"Air2, Air2! Target located! All units, please note: the white Hyundai Tucson is suspected to be the primary target, the black Genesis GV70 is friendly, both are traveling west on Wilshire Boulevard towards the Santa Monica Freeway! 10-85 requires reinforcements!"

Accompanied by loud reports, the H125 helicopter, having finally spotted the target with its unobstructed high-altitude advantage, began to accelerate and fly over.

It is a high-speed model among light single-engine helicopters, with a top speed of about 178 miles per hour (287 km/h), easily keeping up with the tail of the black Genesis GV70.

Amid the reports, among the patrol cars guarding the major avenues, only Nolan and Bishop's new and old teams were stationed at the intersection of Wilshire Avenue and Santa Monica Freeway.

"7-A-15 received! Tire spikes will be installed ahead! All units please take note!"

Bishop was, after all, a seasoned patrol officer aspiring to become a detective, and her speed was equally impressive.

After receiving the report, under the watchful eye of the most senior rookie officer, Nolan, he expressionlessly steered the wheel toward Wilshire Avenue.

"Attention!"

Bishop said in a deep voice, "Maintain maximum vigilance!"

Nolan nodded. He could sense the extremely tense atmosphere. His throat moved, and he subconsciously licked his dry lips.

……

The latter part of Wilshire Avenue.

Looking at the car's rear end, which seemed to be right in front of him, Eric didn't let go of the accelerator for a second. He calmly controlled the steering wheel, smoothly speeding forward alongside the car in front.

80.

90.

101.

The speedometer kept spiked.

It soon rose to 155 mph (250 km/h).

At this point, the Genesis GV70 had reached its top speed and could not be increased further. The exhaust note of the 3.5T V6 was completely masked by wind noise at high speeds.

His calm gaze remained fixed on the rear of the white Hyundai Tucson that he was relentlessly pursuing.

According to theoretical data, the top speed of the 1.5T Hyundai Tucson is only 127 mph (205 km/h).

Therefore, the distance to the rear of the white Hyundai Tucson in front of us is getting closer and closer.

hum!
Suddenly hearing that unusual sound, and confirming that there were no cars ahead, Eric managed to glance at the rearview mirror.

As a result, they discovered that an H125 Squirrel was closely following them at low altitude, and it instantly rose to the roof of the Genesis GV70 he was driving and disappeared.

"Game Over!"

Eric pursed his lips, staring intently at the approaching Hyundai Tucson, his gaze as if he had already seized control of its destiny.

H125 has appeared, and if I'm not mistaken, there are already patrol officers waiting at the intersection ahead.

To be honest, Cui Dongjian and his group's thinking and escape logic were quite good. Just based on the direction he wanted to go, Eric could tell what his next move would be.

Driving west along Wilshire Avenue provides quick access to Interstate 10.

Heading straight towards Santa Monica Beach or Los Angeles International Airport allows you to use the traffic on main roads as cover and the highway network to evade pursuit.

It can even quickly turn onto the heavily trafficked but branching Interstate 405 via the Santa Monica Freeway and head south.
The plan was well thought out, but it failed to take into account the pursuer's driving skills and the inherent limitations and disparities in vehicle capabilities.

One thought after another echoed in Eric's mind, but it seemed that Cui Dongjian and the others already knew about his thoughts.

"Boss! There's a helicopter!"

The South Korean man in the passenger seat became even more anxious, his tone turning shrill.

127 miles per hour is quite a speed, and the scenery outside the windshield creates a strong sense of compression, causing an adrenaline rush.

Looking in the rearview mirror, he realized the Genesis GV70 was getting very close, like the Grim Reaper chasing him. He screamed again:

"I can't get rid of them! What should I do?!"

"Damn it! Shut up if you don't want to die!" Cui Dongjian roared furiously, his face contorted with rage. He stared intently at the windshield, constantly shifting his position to avoid the vehicles in front of him and moving to other lanes, not daring to be distracted.

I could only feel the steering wheel becoming heavier as the speed increased.

Compared to his younger brother, he wasn't much better off. He felt that time was passing very slowly, which was due to the high tension.

He knew it, but what could he do? He could only drive on, observing the situation, trying to find an opportunity.

"This is Air2! This is Air2! Attention all units! Target is about to exit Wilshire Avenue!"

The H125 acts as if it has a god's-eye view, broadcasting notifications to all units.

"7-A-15 received! Preparing to install tire spikes!"

Meanwhile, Bishop, who had been waiting at the intersection ahead, got out of the 7-A-15 and opened the trunk, taking out a small bag that looked like a backpack.

This is the packaging bag for tire blowout studs. Simply untie the securing ropes, throw the device forward, and it will unfold to form a stop belt.

When a vehicle tire runs over it, the built-in steel nails will pierce the tread, causing a slow leak of air and rendering the vehicle unable to continue driving, like a bird trapped in a net, unable to move.

She glanced at Nolan, the most senior rookie who was in charge of warning oncoming vehicles, confirmed his location, picked up the tire spikes, and walked quickly along the patrol car toward the side of the road.

"Target is approaching! Target is approaching!" Upon hearing the report over the walkie-talkie, Bishop, who had already reached the side of the road, turned to his left and could already see a white Hyundai Tucson speeding towards him.

coming!

Bishop grabbed one end of the tire spike and swung it forward violently. The other end expanded and burst as soon as she let go, landing on the driveway.

The sound of a car whizzing by could already be heard, indicating that the other party was traveling at a considerable speed.

Bishop glanced over there, stared at the white Hyundai Tucson, adjusted the flat tire spike that had expanded and was lying flat on the lane, and then quickly ran back.

"Xiba!"

Watching Bishop run back from afar, Cui Dongjian in the driver's seat opened his mouth, but there was no time to take control, because he had a feeling that if he tried to avoid it, the car would overturn!
hum!
A white Hyundai Tucson drove by, stomping hard on the tire spikes under the gazes of Bishop and Nolan, who was looking over from the other side.

With a loud "poof," the white Hyundai Tucson lurched, its speed noticeably decreasing instantly.

at the same time.

Under the wide-eyed gaze of Bishop and Nolan, the speed increased, and the inconspicuous black Genesis GV70 suddenly appeared, also stepping on a tire stud that hadn't been pulled back.

It exploded with a "poof" sound as well.

However, the black Genesis GV70 was more stable and faster than the white Hyundai Tucson in front of it.

The distance between the two vehicles was now only about one or two meters.

"Nolan!!!"

Seeing that the two cars were still speeding forward, Bishop shouted and ran towards the patrol car.

"boarding!"

At the shouts, the H125 helicopter flew overhead at high speed.

"This is Air2! Attention all units! Target is approaching Interstate 10!!!"

From the perspective of another H125 helicopter, codenamed Air4, patrol cars were speeding along every road, all heading towards Interstate 10, forming an encirclement.

But before they arrived, they were under the tense watchful eyes of the crew of the Air2H125 helicopter.

On the first section of Interstate 10! A black Genesis GV70 has somehow ended up next to the rear of a white Hyundai Tucson!
"bring it on!"

Eric muttered something under his breath, keeping the accelerator at its lowest setting, and with a slight increase in speed, he slammed into the rear of the car on the right in front of him.

Boom!
Cui Dongjian opened his eyes wide in anger, feeling that the steering wheel had gone out of control due to the impact from behind, and he only had time to mutter one sentence in his mind.

"Damn it! You little bastard! You're finished!"

The two vehicles were not traveling at equal speeds, and upon impact, the white Hyundai Tucson instantly lost control.

The South Koreans sitting in the back seat and the passenger seat also looked terrified, their perspective suddenly turning upside down.

The modern Tucson spun around like a top, then lurched out of control and crashed hard into the edge of the guardrail.

boom!
Besides Choi Dong-gun, the two South Koreans who weren't wearing seatbelts were thrown off by the inertia.

The black Genesis GV70 swayed slightly but continued moving forward before finally coming to a stop.

hiss! ! ! !

After driving a distance, Eric looked at the car parked on the guardrail, checked the rearview mirror to see what was behind him, slammed on the brakes, unbuckled his seatbelt, and continued to steer the car backward.

Positioning his black Genesis GV70 beside the two Korean men who had been flung away, Eric glanced expressionlessly at the H125 overhead.

Before the H125 arrived, he opened the car door and quickly fired two shots with his Carnik TP9SF.

boom!boom!
One shot, one headshot, sent the dazed Korean man flying to the ground. He then got out of the car, leaned against the Genesis GV70, and aimed his gun at Choi Dong-geon, who was swaying as he got out of a white Hyundai Tucson.

He is an insecure person, so naturally he wouldn't leave any survivors.

"Hey! You damn little brat!"

Seeing Eric, who had destroyed everything he owned and was aiming his gun at him, and seeing Eric's calm eyes that wouldn't let him live, Cui Dongjian's eyes turned bloodshot and he roared madly, reaching for his waist as if he had lost his mind.

boom!
Eric pulled the trigger without any expression on his face!
Cui Dongjian was jolted as if struck by a giant hammer. A bloody hole appeared on his forehead, and his unseeing eyes stared fixedly at Eric as he fell forward.

puff.
(End of this chapter)