I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Inspector Miller twisted old Tommy's arm and pushed him forward, the beam of his flashlight swaying wildly against the corridor wall.

However, Elmer was no longer visible at the end of the passage, and he couldn't help but wonder:

"Hey old man, we told you to lead the way to the drug dealer who sold you the goods, and you've practically led us out of a rat hole! Are you sure you're not messing with us? I think you're just asking for trouble, aren't you?"

"I...I really didn't trick you, officers! That old man Elmer was just here a moment ago!"

Old Tommy had a mournful face, and his wrists, which were behind his back, were purple from being handcuffed.

His wife stood beside him, trembling uncontrollably, constantly muttering "Holy Mary."

Karen followed behind Miller.

She has always been cold on the outside but kind on the inside.

Seeing the Black couple's timid and fearful appearance, I suddenly felt a pang of pity and said:

"Sir, these two might not be lying. The drug dealer may have heard the commotion and quietly left the passage. After all, the exit is right next to us, and we're still with these two, so the noise is quite loud."

"You're right, since that gunshot did come from this side."

Detective Miller agreed, and grumbled in disapproval:

"It's all that mud-brother's fault, he talks so much and is so loud!"

Before the words were finished, a gunshot rang out from the darkness!

The bullet grazed Miller's ear and struck the concrete wall behind him, exploding into sparks.

"Enemy attack! Three o'clock!"

Miller reacted quickly, shoving Tommy and his wife aside in an attempt to use their bodies to block the bullets.

He rolled over and onto the ground, trying to hide.

Karen immediately crouched down to find cover.

At the same time, while keeping cover for Miller, he quickly drew his gun and returned fire twice at the spot where the muzzle flashed in the darkness:

"NYPD! Drop your weapons!"

Elmer isn't a simp.

Of course, I wouldn't be foolish enough to obediently listen to her and put down my weapon.

As a former Silver Star Medal recipient, Elmer's shooting skills were indeed exceptionally high.

He continued to use the terrain advantage to fire consecutive shots.

The bullets seemed to have eyes, accurately blocking the movement routes of the two policemen every time.

Miller and Karen were beaten so badly they were like two dogs, clinging to the ground.

The four of them, including the Black couple, huddled together behind a pipe shelter, unable to lift their heads.

In a critical moment, Detective Miller, a seasoned veteran of many years in the police force, suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

He shouted:

"Hey, listen up, poor Mud Bro! It's dangerous here, hurry and take your wife and run to the left! Don't worry, that drug dealer's target is us, he won't hurt you, you better get out of here! Hurry, hurry, run!"

Poor old Tommy had no idea that Miller's loud shout was actually meant for Elmer to hear.

The goal was to get the Black couple out to help distract Elmer.

Old Tommy was so frightened that he was completely disoriented, and at this moment he naively believed that Miller had shown him a way to escape and survive.

He hurriedly grabbed his wife and swerved to the left.

He never expected that Elmer didn't take his former customer seriously at all.

At this moment, Elmer's battlefield instincts, which had been dormant for many years, began to resurface, and he gradually became bloodthirsty.

I just want to eliminate any moving target in front of me.

Old Tommy had barely taken a step when a gunshot rang out from the darkness.

The merciless bullet slammed straight into his thigh.

Fresh blood gushed out like a fountain.

Unfortunately, the bullet hit old Tommy's major artery.

At this rate of bleeding, he'll probably be meeting his maker soon due to excessive blood loss.

Old Tommy immediately collapsed to the ground, screaming in agony:

"Ah!!!! My legs! Gardan, Elmer, I'll fuck you! You son of a bitch! Ah!!! My legs!"

Tommy's screams did nothing to affect the calm duel between the two men on the field.

Detective Miller was waiting for that half-second gap when Elmer drew his gun.

The instant the gun fired, he leaned forward and emptied the magazine directly at the flash point.

"Eat my bullet, you bastard!"

The bullets all missed their targets.

It turns out that Elmer was moving around the whole time he was shooting.

If the first shot misses, immediately flee.

His dark skin, riddled with holes, blended in better than a ghillie suit in a dark rat hole.

Detective Miller and Karen thought this trip was just a routine patrol.

He was not wearing an infrared detector.

Compared to the Vietnam War veterans who had the home advantage, they looked as weak as two greenhorn recruits.

Taking advantage of the brief moment when Detective Miller fired to provide cover, Tommy's wife, wailing and crying, dragged him all the way back to the bunker, stumbling and crawling.

In a short while, old Tommy had fallen into a semi-comatose state due to excessive blood loss.

The screams from his mouth weakened.

Tommy's wife stumbled back to the bunker.

Just then, she suddenly tripped and crashed heavily into Miller's lower back.

"Hold!"

Detective Miller was knocked forward and staggered half a step, with half of his body exposed outside the pipe.

His opponent, Elmer, was a seasoned veteran with an unparalleled grasp of the art of war.

At this moment, they naturally seized this opportunity that came knocking on their door.

The moment Detective Miller peeked out, the M1911 exploded almost simultaneously.

The barrage of bullets rained down on Miller's face.

However, the reason Detective Miller has been able to remain alive on the streets of New York for so many years is because...

He might not be good at shooting, but he's a master at staying alive!

Detective Miller already knew that the gunman on the other side was absolutely top-notch.

Therefore, in the instant he lost his balance, he instinctively reached back and grabbed Tommy's wife by the collar.

He pulled her towards him like a sandbag!

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Several bullets mercilessly pierced the body of the old black woman.

The impact caused her to lean back.

Blood splattered all over Miller's face.

Miller used the momentum to roll back to cover, then forcefully threw the screaming woman out of the cover, gritting his teeth and cursing:

"Fuck! Fuck! You two are such a nuisance!"

"Sir! How could you do this?!"

Karen, who witnessed this scene, glared angrily.

They couldn't believe that their respected Detective Miller would so carelessly disregard the lives of this drug-addicted couple just to save himself.

Miller, who didn't think he had done anything wrong, asked in confusion:

"What did I do?"

"Sir, you just used an innocent woman as a shield!"

Miller shrugged and said irritably:

"Hey Karen, this isn't some innocent woman. This is a confirmed drug addict! She's violated Section 220 of the New York State Criminal Code for illegal possession of controlled substances!"

"Sir, she doesn't deserve to die, does she? According to the NYPD Handbook, even criminal suspects should receive the best possible medical treatment to ensure their basic right to survival!"

Karen argued her case while simultaneously taking a step forward to rush over and save the person.

Miller was almost amused by Karen's incredible thought process.

He quickly grabbed Karen's tactical vest by the shoulder straps, pulled her back, and angrily shouted:

"Screw your police manual! I've been a cop for twenty years, and the secret to my survival is to stop trying to be a saint! You either behave yourself, or we'll both die here!"

Karen gritted her teeth, abruptly broke free from Miller's grasp, and made as if to still lunge forward:

"I have to go!"

"Fuck you!"

Without saying a word, Miller raised his hand and fired a shot at the concrete ground at Karen's feet.

"Bang!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

Karen recoiled in shock, turning her head incredulously and exclaiming in astonishment:

"Sir?! What are you doing?!"

Listen, newbie.

Miller, expressionless, moved the gun barrel towards the outside of the cover. The elderly black woman, thrashing about like a carp, coldly said:

"If you dare step out of cover again, I'll personally finish off those two. Rather than let you get ourselves killed for two drug addicts, I'd rather send them on their way now and save them the trouble. Karen, you've been with me for so long, you know I don't joke around at a time like this."