North American Patrol: American Iaido

Chapter 2 Police Situation

"Damn, that's so cool!"

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Gino snapped out of his daze. As if possessed, he pulled his Colt M1873 from the holster on the table, aimed it at the human-shaped target in front of him, pressed the hammer with one hand while holding the gun in one hand, and then pulled the trigger with his left hand on the bottom.

Bang... Gino fired four shots in quick succession, until the fifth shot, but the next second there was a click, only the sound of the trigger being pulled and the hammer returning to its original position.

The fifth shot failed to fire, which startled Gino. He looked at the Colt M1873 in his hand, and the sensation he felt told him that it was empty.

"I clearly saw Yorke insert six bullets?"

Gino opened his eyes wide, as if he had thought of something. He popped out the cylinder cover of the Colt M1873 and then pushed out all the remaining cartridge cases inside.

What he saw were six empty shell casings, which meant he was right.

He fired four shots, meaning Yorke fired two shots in that short span of time.

Thinking of the gunshot they had just heard, the Gino people were stunned and instinctively looked up at the human-shaped target ten meters away.

At that moment, in his eyes, the bullet hole on the target's head seemed to be larger than a normal bullet hole.

"Chet! He fired two shots in a second? How did he do that?" Gino was stunned by this astonishing discovery.

inside the house.

Yorke was unaware that Gino had discovered the truth behind the shooting, but even if he had, he wouldn't have cared.

Since transmigrating to this parallel world that is not much different from his previous life, following the so-called detective system and inheriting his family tradition, he has been preparing to become a LAPD. He has been practicing his marksmanship.

He practiced for many years, honing his skills through sheer hard work.

Ultimately, he was forced into this situation by the so-called freedom of guns; he didn't want to die at someone's hands for no reason.

Just like what he said to Gino, the rookie: If you want to live, it depends on who can shoot faster. In short, it's about speed, ruthlessness, and accuracy.

Fortunately, being a transmigrator comes with some advantages. Through long-term training, one can develop and master various skills, regardless of talent.

In other words, he transcended the aspect of innate talent; he could achieve what geniuses need to work hard to do simply through diligent training or extra points.

After all, some things can't be solved by hard work alone, regardless of talent.

Effort can only barely keep up with talent, but it can't reach the ceiling that talent can reach, because only extraordinary talent can break through the ceiling.

So he really liked this perk of being a time traveler, just like the saying, "The early bird catches the worm."

Yorke looked at the empty space before him.

[Detective System]

Character: Yorke.

Rating: 5

[property]

Spirit: 11 (Human population average: 10)

Strength: 13 (Human population average: 10)

Agility: 13 (Human population average 10)

Constitution: 13 (Human population average: 10)

[Skills]: Rapid Fire lv5 (Mastery), Gun Mastery lv4 (Expertise), Precision Shooting lv4 (Expertise), Melee Combat lv4 (Expertise), Driving Mastery lv4 (Expertise)

Attribute points: 0

Skill points: 0

Completed cases:

Attribute points are added to personal attributes, and there are four main categories.

Mental abilities include memory, logical thinking, observation, and perception.

Strength is easier to understand, but agility includes a series of things that require speed, such as speed of action, running speed, and nerve reaction.

As for physical constitution, it includes all physical qualities such as endurance and immunity.

Of course, physical constitution is also related to strength and agility. The three factors are coordinated and interconnected.

That's why he usually adds points evenly across the board, not allowing anyone to stand out, to prevent any part from looking too prominent and unnatural, and also because he's afraid of punching too hard and breaking someone's hand.

Skill points are added to skills.

The skills are mostly literal in meaning, and through trial and error, he roughly figured out the level divisions within these skills.

Beginner - Entry-level - Proficient - Expert - Specialist - Master - Grandmaster, etc.

As for what level is above Grandmaster, who knows?

But Yorke knew that without talent, the highest level an ordinary person could reach was proficiency, while the level above mastery was probably only attainable by those with exceptional talent.

Because he knew how terrifying it was to reach the level of specialization, firing two shots per second with a single-action revolver was not his limit, provided that he maintained accuracy.

Here's an important point: the way attribute points are acquired is related to police cases. Regardless of the size of the case, it counts as one case, and a reward must be triggered.

When I was still a patrol officer, sometimes hundreds of police incidents would only trigger one random mission, while other times just one police incident would trigger a reward mission.

It seems like they're prioritizing quantity over quality, almost like playing a lottery.

Sometimes patrol officers can handle ten or more simple police cases in a single day.

Unlike detectives at higher levels who may take several days, or even a month, to complete a criminal case, they are not.

To put it bluntly, he was afraid of dying, so he stayed in the patrol officer position for a long time. After all, detectives deal with major cases, and the people inside seem more ruthless than the people on the street.

A reward task only grants 0.5 attribute points.

As for skill points, it's simple and straightforward; they're only related to practice, nothing but practice.

Who knows how long it will take to gain even a single, precious skill point?

Only he knows how much blood and tears he shed to achieve such dazzling skills; it all came from practice.

It is done through practice and skill point allocation.

"Just so I can live well and enjoy life in the Free Country!" York thought to himself as he walked toward the table.

"The best part is when I push my limits, it feels amazing, like weightlifting, it's kind of addictive! Plus, I don't need to rely on talent, which is undoubtedly the most enjoyable thing!"

Yorke picked up his vibrating phone from the table, glanced at the screen, and raised an eyebrow.

The caller wasn't anyone in particular, but his former partner, Talibor, one of the few colleagues he worked with in the patrol system.

Talibor is a real sly old fox. He'll never move if he can be lazy. He's the type who will never stand if he can sit, and will never sit if he can lie down.

"Feed? Talibor?" York answered the phone.

Unexpectedly, however, Talibon's anxious voice came from the phone.

"York, something's happened!"

Yorke's heart skipped a beat.

"Shooting at 31 Bogle Street!" Talibo kept saying, and at the same time, a series of very dense gunshots came through the phone.

Bang bang bang!

Upon hearing the burst of gunfire, Yorke's mind quickly processed the information.

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.300BLK-Honey Badger, 7.62x35mm rifle ammunition, 30-round standard magazine feed, effective range 400 meters...

"Fuck! We've already lost three men!!" Talibor shouted. York could imagine him hiding on cover, holding his standard Glock pistol in one hand and his phone in the other, his face filled with anxiety.

"I know this place is very close to your shooting range!"

Yorke couldn't help but pinch the bridge of his nose: "Where are your reinforcements?"

"Just received the notification!" Talib said.

"Dude, my administrative leave isn't over yet. You don't want me to lose my job, do you?" York said helplessly.

Administrative leave usually refers to the time when a police officer (PD) shoots and kills a suspect or civilian. It is usually required to take administrative leave, also known as "paid leave" or "investigative leave," and is an internal procedure within the police force.

"Who the hell cares about that!" Talibor's voice came through the phone.

"York, I know your executive leave ended today, damn it! We're almost at our breaking point!"

"Help! If you don't want to collect my body, and if you don't want my daughter to hate you as her uncle, then you'd better come quickly!"

(End of this chapter)