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

Chapter 6 Shot to Death
At this moment, feeling that he had locked onto the target in front of him, Eric subconsciously calculated the distance between the two.

"The distance is about sixty meters."

Eric's mind flashed, and he felt that the distance of 60 meters seemed to be right in front of him. He seemed to see a standard crosshair appearing on the target Carrie standing by the fence.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Eric, who was already certain he had control of the situation, suddenly thought of something and shouted, "Drop your guns! LAPD!!"

As soon as the words fell, Carrie, the target who was shouting and shooting, was suddenly stunned. It was not known whether he heard Eric's voice or sensed something in the dark. He turned his head and followed his sense and sight to grasp Eric's position very accurately.

He opened his eyes wide! A shadow holding a gun was reflected in his pupils. Kerry was startled and wanted to do something instinctively, but Eric had already pulled the trigger.

boom! boom! boom!
The 5.56mm bullet shot out from the muzzle like a wild horse. Eric seemed to be able to clearly observe the trajectory of it penetrating the air. With a sharp and piercing whistle, it rushed towards the unsuspecting Carrie at an astonishing speed.

Puff puff!
Carrie's neck and face were hit by an irresistible force, her skin was torn in an instant, and blood splattered like tiny beads.

His eyes widened, and Eric's figure was reflected in his eyes. Then his body trembled violently, as if he had lost all support, and he collapsed to the ground helplessly.
In the same scene, Eric saw Carrie fall to the ground, but he did not let his heart down. Instead, he continued to walk out of his current position with a gun and moved towards the garage.

"Officer Eric."

Eric's figure enlarged in front of him, filling the rookie Benny's heart with a sense of security.

Eric didn't respond to Benny and looked into the garage.

The garage was a mess.

Weston was wearing Benny's uniform and looked like he had a lot of blood on him, but the bleeding seemed to have stopped.

On the other side, the man lying on the ground had the same scene, but his condition was better than Weston who had fainted. His eyes were still open, and his injuries must have been much lighter than Weston's.

"Did you call an ambulance?"

Eric looked at the bewildered Benny and shook his head inwardly, wondering if this unfortunate newcomer could hold on.

It must be said that the free America in this parallel world seems to be even less reliable than that in the previous life. There are many outrageous police cases, and the probability of casualties among front-line police officers has also become higher.

At present, according to the general situation, newcomers will basically not encounter shooting incidents in the early stage, but unlucky Benny.
"Ah."

Seeing Benny nodded instinctively, Eric looked at Weston again. This old veteran of the West Canyon Police Department was defeated. The police station must have to recruit another wave of people. After all, one old veteran is enough to replace several rookies.

Eric pursed his lips and continued to walk forward vigilantly with the M4 carbine in his hand.

"Officer Eric, what are you doing?" Benny's voice came.

"I'll go take a look, you stay here first." Eric said, walking out of the sight of everyone in the garage and heading towards the path separating the two houses in front, getting closer and closer to the fence in front.

Eric's movement speed seemed very slow, but his quick small steps were actually quite fast. It didn't take much time for him to reach the edge of the fence.

"Should he be dead?"

Eric carefully reached towards the main gate of the fence and finally found the body lying in a pool of blood on the steps of the main entrance of the house. He breathed a sigh of relief and put away the M4 carbine.

According to the blood trail extending from the edge of the fence to the steps of the main entrance of the house, the target he shot did not die immediately, but was able to struggle and crawl towards the main entrance of the house, and finally stopped on the steps and died powerlessly.

at the same time.

The task completion prompt sound also sounded.

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Eric glanced at the silent house, picked up the intercom hanging on his chest and spoke calmly.

"This is 10-L (single patrol)-11, Code 4 (safe, no other units required). The suspect has been killed. Requesting notification of a shooting incident." The dispatch center, seemingly waiting for further developments, responded within seconds: "Roger! Time of suspect's death?"

Eric raised his hand and looked at his wrist, reading the time on the watch: "9:58."

Dispatch Center: "Received, notifying the duty commander."

This was a shooting case, and the patrol officer was the one in charge, so it was normal procedure to notify the commander on duty no matter what.

Hearing the response, Eric glanced at the body lying motionless on the steps, returned to the garage, and carefully checked Weston's injuries.

After learning that the suspect had been shot dead, Benny regained some of his consciousness and asked worriedly while looking at Eric who was busy beside Weston.

"Officer Eric, what will happen to Weston?"

"It's okay, there's a high probability that he won't die." Eric said, and seeing Benny's increasingly worried expression, he continued.

"It didn't hit any vital parts, and the bleeding has stopped. There's a 90% chance of survival, but it's a gunshot wound after all, so the outcome is unpredictable."

Hearing this, Benny murmured, "It's all my fault. If I had dealt with it in time."

Eric's eye twitched. "Weston's right."

Benny looked at Eric in surprise.

"You are indeed an idiot." Eric sighed bluntly, patted Benny on the shoulder and stood up.

"You're just a newcomer. It's your bad luck to have experienced this. Just be a little smarter next time."

Benny was silent as he watched Eric walk over to Rad, the man who called the police, and check his injuries.

"Officer, is he okay?" Rad's brother asked.

At this time, he had already called his family members who were hiding in the house.

"It's nothing." Eric checked the injuries of Rad, the man who called the police, and said.

"The bleeding has stopped. Just go to the hospital and you'll be well again soon."

This guy was lucky; he was only hit by a bullet in the shoulder.

Rad's brother breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Rad's pale face, he was a little scared and found it difficult to judge.

"Oh my god! What happened! Rad!"

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At this time, all the people hiding in the house came out, and the scene was chaotic for a while.

Eric watched Rad's brother come forward to comfort and deal with it, then looked at Rad, the man who called the police, lying on the ground.

"That's all for now, you'll be fine."

Seeing Rad nod slightly, Eric stood up and walked out of the garage on his own.

He had already heard the sound of the fire department's rescue vehicle. Compared to the sirens of police cars and fire trucks, the rescue vehicle's siren was high-pitched for one second and low-pitched for one second, making a baby-baby sound, and the frequency was very similar to the painful groaning of a person, "ouch, ouch."

So the siren must be the siren of the rescue vehicle.

(End of this chapter)