America, starting as a trainee police officer

Having grown up in a sheltered environment in a family of police officers, West had never really seen much human suffering.

Seeing West's worried expression, Lopez couldn't help but joke, "This isn't just the lawless Wild West anymore. Most of the residents here are low-income. You can't be too careful."

Lopez comes from a slum and knows how dangerous such places can be.

Bishop, who was standing next to her, had a similar family background and agreed with Lopez's words.

As for Li Wei, he felt that America was a living hell, and that nowhere was safe except for the places where the very rich lived.

At this point, Bradford took a Remington M870 out of the car, and it was loaded with live ammunition, not rubber bullets.

"Let's go." With that, Tim closed the trunk of the police car.

"Wow, need to bring extra firepower?" Lopez put his hands on his belt and looked at Tim with a teasing expression.

"That's exactly right!"

He went there purely out of a desire to avenge his wife.

If the police force hadn't only equipped patrol officers with shotguns, he would have pulled out his AR-15.

"We're here to check houses one by one, not to scare people into wetting themselves," Bishop said, indicating a different perspective.

They clearly disagree with Tim's radical approach.

Listening to the black woman's sanctimonious and brainless remarks, Li Wei sighed inwardly, thankful that he hadn't been assigned to her.

This type of cerebral palsy is the most difficult to manage.

"That's your way of doing things."

Bradford clearly didn't want to put the gun back.

But the way Bishop looked at him was creepy.

Lucy and West, standing nearby, also agreed with Bishop.

They joined in, keeping an eye on Tim.

Only Lopez seemed to be watching the show from the sidelines, enjoying the spectacle.

Watching Bishop put his team in danger for his own self-satisfied moral satisfaction.

Li Wei frowned deeply.

This was a matter of life and death for him, so he had to speak up: "I think Bradford is right, we should bring all the firepower we can."

"Before we went out on the mission, Superintendent Gray said that Vance was an extremely dangerous man. Could we handle his armed gang with just our small pistols?"

Li Weizhen was right about that.

The Glock 17's firepower is really weak.

It can't be pulled any further.

Bradford, seeing that there was finally someone reasonable, couldn't help but nod to Levi.

Li Wei replied, but he was more concerned about his own safety.

I don't want to put myself in a dangerous situation for the sake of the moral satisfaction of these few saints.

Li Wei's reasoning left Bishop somewhat at a loss for words.

Indeed, before the call to action, Gray had told everyone to be extremely careful.

To put it bluntly, her dissatisfaction, just as Li Wei had guessed, stemmed from her yearning for moral satisfaction.

"All right, let's get started."

Bradford slung the M870 over his shoulder and headed toward the Bronson Building.

Lopez returned to his police car and slung the same shotgun over his shoulder.

Then he tilted his head and said, "I'm leaving, newbie."

Seeing this, the others didn't say anything and followed the group.

Among them, Tim is P3, the most senior.

He was in charge of the tactical operation: "We'll split up; it'll be faster that way. Chen and I will start from the third floor, you'll be on the second floor, and Lee and Lopez will be on the first floor. Maintain radio contact."

After saying that, Tim opened the glass door of the building.

...

Li Wei knocked on the door of a house.

knock knock knock.

The door opened, revealing half of the old man's face. Upon seeing the two officers in LAPD uniforms, the old man's face instantly turned as black as coal.

With a bang.

The door was closed.

Li Wei couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Indeed, being a police officer is a universally hated profession in America."

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Who built this land?

Speculators who can't make a living in their own countries.

Desperados and criminals who have committed crimes and cannot return to their own countries.

People from the Third World who live miserable lives and want to come here to change their fate.

The very nature of this country dictates that its people are inherently lawless.

It's no wonder people have a bad impression of the police.

"Do you really think Vance is here?" Lopez and Levi asked, checking house to house.

Honestly, she didn't think Vance would hide in a place like this.

But then, a burst of gunfire erupted.

It was the sound of an automatic weapon.

This completely overturned her current ideas.

Instinctively, Lopez took the M870 he was carrying in his hand and became alert.

"Gunshots! They're inside the building!"

Lopez looked nervous.

She picked up the walkie-talkie: "Tim, we heard gunshots. What's the situation on your end?"

After a while, only the buzzing sound of electricity came from the walkie-talkie.

"Talia? Did you hear me?"

Lopez called someone else.

The same electrical sound still rang out.

"Control center, please respond."

The result was exactly the same.

"It seems all signals are being blocked."

Li Wei, standing to the side, shook his head as he looked at the "out of service range" message displayed on his phone.

"Damn!"

No sooner had Lopez finished speaking than Levi caught a glimpse of two men holding guns at the end of the corridor out of the corner of his eye.

He doesn't look like a good person.

"Be careful!"

He quickly pulled Lopez and hid around a corner.

Da da da da!

The sound of bullets rang out in quick succession, and bullet holes appeared one after another on the wall.

"Damn! This is 556!"

Li Wei looked at the bullet hole and couldn't help but curse.

"Fuck! Thank goodness you insisted we bring our rifles!" Lopez exclaimed.

If Bishop had just stopped, the grass on their graves would be two meters tall.

"What do we do now? Their firepower is so strong, if we show ourselves, we'll just be cannon fodder."

He just saw two people.

Relying solely on the "first-round pick is guaranteed to win" strategy can only solve one problem.

That corridor was exceptionally long.

That's pretty much the maximum range of the Glock.

Faced with the opponent's AR-15, he simply couldn't be confident that he could take down another person with a Glock 17.

"I don't know! Let's fight back first!"

Lopez isn't exactly a strategist; to be honest, she's pretty reckless.

He drew his gun and fired blindly into the corner of the corridor.

Seeing this, Li Wei couldn't think of a better way, so he also fired blindly to prevent the passive skill [First Shot Guaranteed to Hit] from being triggered.

Even with shotguns, Li Wei's side still lacked firepower.

The enemy's firepower was superior to theirs.

Two thugs were also tactically escorting them in.

One fires, the other moves.

He looks like a veteran.

"Move, we need to get out of the corridor. The enemy's firepower is too intense; we can't hold them off!"

After opening fire, Lopez realized he couldn't win.

The order to retreat was issued.

Li Wei wholeheartedly agreed with Lopez's decision. With urban warfare and automatic weapons involved, it seemed unlikely that rushing out would yield any good results.

With his gun in hand, Li Wei and Lopez retreated to the other side of the corridor, one in front and the other in the rear.

Suddenly, a Black man appeared in the hallway carrying two plastic bags.

"Police! Put down your bag! Hands up!!"