America, starting as a trainee police officer

"The city hall will reimburse your losses; these are special circumstances. Please do not obstruct our operations, sir."

Seeing Levi smashing the wall, Lopez blocked the black man.

Of course, the city hall will reimburse you, but how long will it take?

Whether this hole will affect Mr. Black's life during this time is beyond the control of Levi and Lopez.

The city hall won't care.

He either has to pay for the repairs himself, but it's uncertain whether the city hall will find various excuses not to reimburse him for the repair costs.

In America, government funds come from taxpayers' money, and not a single penny can be wasted.

This is the slogan that black people like to shout the most.

Before long, Li Wei smashed open a hole large enough for someone to crouch down and pass through with his fists and leather shoes.

What's done is done, and no matter how unhappy the Black people are, it's useless.

Seeing the black man's expression as if his parents had died, Li Wei felt relieved, and the anger he had felt from being constantly harassed by the black man was finally released.

"Let's go, newbie."

Lopez led the way into the cave entrance, tilting his head towards Levi.

The building is no younger than Li Wei, and its ventilation ducts are filled with the smell of decay and rust.

The space was also extremely cramped, barely enough for one person to move around in.

Spider webs were all around.

Fortunately, the two of them were going to the basement level, so they didn't need to climb up.

Otherwise, such a narrow space might not be convenient for climbing up.

...

At the same time, as Levi and Lopez climbed down to the basement, Wolf and Westerley's car stopped in the Bronson Building parking lot.

They all looked at the three police cars simultaneously.

"It seems they're still inside."

After Westerley finished speaking, he picked up the walkie-talkie: "Dispatch center, mark the pedestrian operation, Bronson Building. Any news from the officers who entered the building?"

"No……"

Hearing the receptionist's reply, Wolf looked at the building and said, "If you want to get things done, you still have to rely on yourself."

With that, the two entered the building one after the other.

On the second floor, Bishop shamelessly used the old lady's medical supplies to treat his wounds.

Suddenly, a noise drew her to the door, where she peered through the peephole.

She thought she had been exposed.

When she saw three gunmen surrounding the elevator, she knew something was wrong.

She was afraid that her colleague would be riding in the elevator.

But Bishop didn't think it was his fault at all.

She waved to the old woman, signaling her to step back, while she gripped her Glock tightly, ready for battle.

...

The ventilation duct has a half-person-high access panel on the basement level. There is no lock on the door; it can be opened from the inside.

This design allows repairmen to come and go freely.

At this moment, Li Wei and Lopez stood to one side.

Gunshots could be heard from outside from time to time.

They weren't sure if the person who opened the door was an enemy or a friendly force.

After thinking for a moment, Li Wei communicated with Lopez through simple gestures, indicating that he would open the door himself and let her cover him.

Lopez nodded.

Li Wei slowly pushed open the access panel, revealing a crack in the door.

Through the crack in the door, you could see that Wrigley and West were hiding behind the wall.

Both of them were covered in sweat.

Wrigley had his shotgun slung over his back and a Glock in his hand.

"How many spare magazines do you have left?" he asked West.

"That's all, this is the last one."

Hearing West say this, Wrigley felt a wave of despair.

Am I going to die here today?

"Wrigley!"

A familiar voice rang out, and Wrigley looked behind him in surprise.

"Lopez!"

Seeing Lopez's ecstatic joy, Rigley felt he wouldn't die today.

"What's going on?"

After confirming that there was no danger, Li Wei and Lopez quickly came out of the inspection port, one on each side, and went behind the bunker wall.

Li Wei then casually disconnected the circuit breaker next to him.

pat!

The entire building lost power instantly.

"What the hell? What happened?"

The gunman, who was playing a desperate game outside, cried out in alarm.

"Damn it, those cops pulled the plug! The jamming device is about to fail! We don't have much time left, kill them all!"

They were unaware that West and his team had reinforcements.

West and Wrigley, having overheard the gunmen's conversation, understood why Levi's first action upon arriving was to pull the plug.

I suddenly realized how stupid I was to not have thought of that.

"7-A-07, Bronson Building requires police support! Multiple gunmen! Air support, SWAT team! All available resources!"

Lopez then took out a walkie-talkie and started communicating with the control center.

"7-A-07, received. Support is en route to the scene."

"Until reinforcements arrive, we'll have to rely on ourselves," Lopez said, glancing around at the others present.

Da da da da!

A barrage of gunfire erupted.

The four of them instinctively squatted down.

"What should I do now?" West looked at his remaining half-empty magazine, and to be honest, he was a little scared.

Li Wei, standing beside him, was a little curious. This kid came from a family of police officers, but he was terrified of gunfights. If he remembered correctly, it was Lopez who asked Bradford to cure his bad habit.

But now he wasn't assigned to Lopez as in the original storyline.

Did Wrigley cure his bad habit just like Lopez did?

Of course, Li Wei was just curious.

"They don't know you two are here. West and I will continue the counterattack and cover your sneak attack!"

Wrigley devised a tactic, which Lopez and Levi agreed with, thinking it was fine.

After confirming the tactics, Wrigley glanced at West, and the two nodded to each other to confirm the timing. At the same time, they leaned out to the side and fired at the gunman opposite them.

Bang bang bang!

After firing several shots, the enemy judged from the rhythm that they should be reloading, and peeked out to continue suppressing the enemy.

But I didn't expect it.

When they came to their senses, they saw the dark muzzle of a gun.

The moment he saw the person, Li Wei fired without hesitation.

[First-time winner guaranteed]

One of the gunmen had a bullet hole in his head.

Li Wei went on a killing spree for the first time while wearing a police uniform.

The main issue is that, given the current situation, no matter how the report is written, the Ministry of the Interior will not cause him any trouble.

The other side consisted of professional gunmen, and they outnumbered them.

If he doesn't kill the other person, it's the police who will die, not to mention that the person next to him is the son of Percy Jackson, the head of the Department of the Interior.

I estimate that an internal investigation would be a simple matter of a single sentence, unlike the complicated process Nolan went through.

As for the district attorney general, he is even less likely to file charges against him.

(There's a big difference between a vicious drug dealer and a regular civilian criminal thief, in the eyes of the district attorney.)

Will the gunman's family file a civil lawsuit?

It's highly unlikely; if they initiate it, they're bound to lose.

Li Wei wasn't against killing; rather, he disliked the troublesome consequences that killing would bring him.

Even if he kills someone in this situation, Zoe won't have a negative impression of him, and it won't affect his future promotion.

If it were Zoe in that situation, she would definitely choose to kill.

If the enemy is only injured and still capable of fighting, then it will be the other police officers who die.

Zoe's political leanings align with those of the Blue State; she's not a saint. Besides, she herself killed someone during her military service.

On the other hand, Lopez's marksmanship wasn't as good as Levi's, but she was using a shotgun.

They broke half of another thug's hand. He lay on the ground howling in pain.

Neither of them was greedy for credit or acted rashly.

Sure enough, after they succeeded, the enemy followed up with additional firepower.

Fortunately, the two had already taken cover.

"I'm out of bullets!" West said, his voice trembling slightly.

Li Wei glanced at him.

He certainly wouldn't have offered help to anyone else.

But West was different; his father was the head of the Interior Ministry.

Even though he's Black and gay, befriending someone like that might come in handy someday.

Thinking this, Levi pulled out his spare magazine from his waist and handed it to West.

West looked at the magazine in front of him, feeling moved.

"What are you going to do?"

He also saw that this was Li Wei's last magazine, and the other party had just given it to him like that.

"I still have bullets in my gun, you know that. I'm a good shot, unlike you guys who like to empty the magazine. There are still plenty of bullets in it."