Living in North America, working from 9 to 5

Chapter 9: Shock from the Deep

Roy looked up suddenly when he heard Jonathan's reminder.

At the door of the villa 25 meters away, a white old man in his sixties with white hair, fat and strong body, had raised his shotgun and aimed at Roy.

boom--

A loud gunshot was heard.

Roy immediately squatted against the pickup truck.

Dozens of bullets cut through the air and hit the other side of the car, leaving dense holes on the door.

Jonathan also hid behind the car.

The people who were watching the excitement screamed and ran away when they saw this scene.

Next second,
Another gunshot was heard.

boom--

The dense bullets blew up the tires and the pickup truck shook.

"Did you see what kind of gun that was?"

Jonathan asked, his pistol drawn.

"It looks like a shotgun!" Roy replied.

"Dispatch, this is Jonathan. There was a shooting at 128 Sadler Street..."

Jonathan, who was requesting support from the dispatch center, suddenly saw Roy stand up. His eyes widened and his report paused.

Roy stood up and shot the white old man five times in a row.

Bang bang bang bang bang——

Jonathan: "..."

After firing five shots, Roy quickly squatted down again.

Under Jonathan's astonished gaze.

Roy was seen lying on his side on the ground, taking advantage of the gap between the pickup truck chassis and the ground to aim at the fallen white old man.

Pull the trigger continuously.

The remaining 12 bullets poured out like a torrential rain.

The ejector stops jumping.

A wisp of white smoke poured out of the muzzle of the Glock.

Finish!

Jonathan: "..."

Roy, who was lying on the ground, observed the white old man through the gap, then looked up at Jonathan who had not fired a shot: "Done."

Jonathan: "..."

Standing up, Jonathan stuck half of his head out and saw the white old man who had fallen to the ground, his body twitching slightly.

Roy changed the magazine and walked out.

He held the gun in both hands, aimed the muzzle at the twitching white old man, walked slowly forward to check the situation, and when he came to his side, he glanced at the double-barreled shotgun on the ground, kicked it away, put the pistol into the holster, took off the handcuffs on the tactical belt, turned the old man over, and handcuffed the old man's hands.

As for how many 9mm bullets the old man was hit by.

That's not clear.

At this moment, the white lady was completely confused.

Just a few minutes.

She lost her son and her husband.

[Pistol shooting: Pistol proficiency +1]

[Quick draw and shooting: Rapid fire +1]

[Respond calmly: Calmness +1]

[Quick Dodge: Reaction +1]

[Adapt to Situations: Intelligence +1]

Another series of attribute increases.

Roy didn't know how many attributes a person had.

I don't know how much is considered too much.

He couldn't see the panel either.

Anyway, the more you add, the better.

Jonathan came to Roy's side, glanced at the unconscious white old man, and sighed softly.

He turned his head to look at Roy and said:

"It's too dangerous. You shouldn't be so reckless."

Roy: "He was using a double-barreled shotgun and had already fired two shots. When I fired, he was reloading."

Jonathan looked at the double-barreled shotgun on the ground not far away:

"Did you see it clearly at that time?"

It's no wonder Jonathan asked this, because when the white old man came out, Roy was checking Billy's injuries and his attention was not there at all. It was only after Jonathan reminded him that he subconsciously squatted behind the car. Logically, Roy should not have had time to see what type of gun the white old man was holding.

Roy said: "I judged it by the sound."

[Identify gunshots by sound: Hearing +1]

Royton felt an itch deep in his eardrum.

Jonathan was even more surprised when he heard Roy's words.

In such an emergency situation, this guy could actually tell the type of gun used by the other party directly by the sound of the gun? This is a bit unbelievable...

Jonathan felt that was a bit ridiculous. He didn't know the difference between the sound of a double-barreled shotgun and a normal shotgun.

But Roy knew.

Jonathan felt that he was finding it increasingly difficult to understand this rookie whom he had personally brought up.

At this moment, Jonathan even felt that he was the rookie.

The young man next to him, who is only 23 years old, is his teacher.

This was a huge blow to Jonathan.

Jonathan already thought it was incredible just based on Roy's quick handling of Billy, and then this happened...

My goodness, I have been a police officer for 18 years and I am not as good as a newcomer.

Jonathan: "..."

He glanced at his unfired pistol.

His expression became dull.

Jonathan seemed to be greatly shocked...

far away.

The alarm sounds.

A large number of police cars drove towards this side quickly.

It didn't take a while.

Five police cars pulled up behind Roy and Jonathan.

More than a dozen police officers got out of the car.

The captain of the team was named Richard.

After seeing the situation on the scene, he asked:
"Are you guys okay?"

Jonathan raised his hand to indicate that he was fine.

Roy also said there was no problem.

"What's going on?" Richard asked.

Jonathan briefly recounted what happened.

After listening to Jonathan's story, the police officers at the scene all looked at Roy.

There were all kinds of incredible expressions in their eyes.

Richard even swallowed his saliva on the spot.

He came to Roy and patted him on the shoulder:

"Good boy, you're on administrative leave again."

Roy said nothing.

This scene is not suitable for expressing joy.

After all, the families of the two deceased are still here.

"Leave the follow-up matters to us, Mia. Take Roy over there to rest first."

"OK!"

Roy followed Mia across the street.

Sat down on the steps of the flower bed.

Policewoman Mia handed Roy a bottle of mineral water:

"Don't feel any psychological burden, Roy. What you are doing is correct. No matter what the situation is, ensuring your own safety is the best choice."

Mia tries to comfort Roy.

"You think too much." Roy said softly.

Mia: "..."

Roy took a sip of water and pulled a Marlboro from his pocket.

He lit the cigarette, took a puff, and exhaled slowly.

[Currently smoking: Lung cancer resistance +1]

Roy: "..."

After smoking, Roy disarmed himself, handed the tactical belt to Mia, then left the scene in his colleague's police car and returned to the police station.

Brooklyn Precinct.

As soon as Roy entered, his civilian colleagues cast envious glances at him.

Obviously, what just happened has been reported back to the police station.

Many people gave Roy a thumbs up.

There were also many people whispering.

"It seems like Roy has only been employed for less than a year?"

"Yeah, like ten months."

"A ten-month newbie is about to go on his second administrative leave?"

"Yeah, great young man."

"If this continues, he will be the future branch chief."

Colleagues were talking about this.

Roy naturally pretended not to hear.