Living in North America, working from 9 to 5

Chapter 8 Disposal
Police lights flashed and sirens wailed.

The police car driven by Jonathan quickly moved through the congested streets.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, get out of the way, damn it!!"

Jonathan kept flipping the siren switch and cursing.

Roy checked his body armor, then pulled out the Glock from his tactical belt, removed the magazine, checked the capacity of the bullets in the clip, pulled the slide, pulled the trigger, and installed the magazine.

After checking his equipment, Roy put the Glock pistol back into the gun bag.

He turned to look at Jonathan:

"I didn't come this morning. No one said anything, did they?"

Jonathan said as he drove:
"Who dares to say anything about you, the popular person in front of Gordon."

Roy smiled helplessly and shook his head. He knew that the other party was making fun of him.

Jonathan was an upright man, so he naturally had no idea who Gordon was, let alone that the apprentice he had personally trained had already been completely corrupted.

He also thought that Roy was treated preferentially by Gordon because of his strong business ability and poor family situation.

"Is the director in the bureau?"

"Yes, I asked you this morning. I said you didn't come, so I was going to call you, but Gordon told me not to." Jonathan turned his head and glanced at Roy. "I've worked at the Brooklyn Police Department for 18 years, and I've never seen any police officer be as casual as you."

Roy: "..."

"Gordon isn't your biological father, is he?"

Jonathan looked at Roy in confusion.

"Be careful!!"

Roy reminded suddenly.

Jonathan yanked the steering wheel to the left.

The police car almost rear-ended the car in front.

On the way, the two stopped talking.

soon.

A police car codenamed 404 arrived at the scene.

This is a white community.

There are wooden single-family villas on both sides of the road.

Many neighbors stood at their doorsteps watching the excitement.

Seeing the police coming, the person who called the police immediately ran towards them.

Jonathan and Roy opened the doors and got out of the police car.

"Officer, my son is extremely emotionally unstable and wants to commit suicide. Please save him."

The person who spoke was a white woman in her 50s, obese and wearing a baggy blue vest.

"Ma'am, please calm down." Jonathan spoke first.

"Oh God, I can't stay calm."

The white woman covered her face with her hands.

"Where is he now?" Jonathan asked.

The white lady pointed to the pickup truck parked in front of her garage door and said, "He is in that pickup truck right now."

Roy began to observe the green pickup truck parked in front of the garage door.

The front of the pickup truck was facing outward, with its rear facing the garage door. Roy could clearly see a person sitting in the driver's seat from more than 40 meters away.

Jonathan continued to inquire: "What is your son's name?"

"Billy Wickman."

"Okay, ma'am, now please step back a safe distance with your family and let us handle this."

"Officer, please, please save my son. He is only 25 years old."

Roy and Jonathan looked at each other and walked towards the pickup truck together.

Jonathan asked as he walked, "What's wrong with him?"

"He has a serious mental illness."

“Back off, back off, back off!!”

Jonathan began to maintain order around him.

The people watching around took a few steps back at the same time.

That's right, just taking a few steps back.

Roy and Jonathan slowly approached the pickup truck, one on the left and one on the right.

"Billy, don't be nervous, relax, relax, we are here to help you." Jonathan shouted as he approached the pickup truck.

"Don't come over here! Don't come over here! Aaaaah!"

Billy in the driver's seat was going crazy, shouting hysterically and his emotions were extremely unstable.

"Did you see the gun?" Jonathan asked Roy.

"No." Roy replied.

The two continued to move forward until they stopped at a distance of 15 meters.

This distance was enough to see everything in the cab through the windshield. Roy looked carefully and found no one in the passenger seat or the back seat.

"He was the only one in the car."

"Yes!"

Seeing that the two policemen were still disobedient and kept getting close to him, Billy in the car became even more furious and angry.

At this moment, Roy had quietly unfastened the safety buckle on the gun bag.

"Billy, listen to me, everything will be fine. The world has not abandoned you. Jesus is watching you and he has not given up on you." Jonathan began to persuade Billy.

Jonathan's persuasion was basically useless. Billy simply wouldn't listen and continued to shout words that no one could understand. He became more and more agitated.

Sudden.

Billy dropped his hand.

Roy immediately became alert and placed his right hand directly near the gun bag.

The moment Billy raised his hand, Roy saw something black.

He immediately drew his gun, loaded it, and pulled the trigger in one go.

bang bang bang-

The gunfire stopped only after the magazine was emptied of bullets.

Jonathan did not move at all the time.

He held the holster with his hand and turned his head blankly to look at Roy who had emptied the magazine.

Jonathan: "..."

There were all kinds of screams at the scene.

Billy's mother screamed wildly, she held her head with her hands and cried, her facial expression was extremely painful, she couldn't believe her eyes at all.

Roy calmly pressed the intercom communication button:
"Shot fire! Shot fire!"

Jonathan walked quickly to Roy's side with a confused look on his face. He glanced around and whispered:
"Are you kidding me? What are you firing for?"

"I saw him with a gun."

"you!!"

The dispatch center replied on the intercom:

"404, report the situation there."

"Oh my God!" Jonathan pressed the communication button: "Dispatch center, this is Jonathan, 128 Sadran Street needs an ambulance. I repeat, 128 Sadran Street needs an ambulance."

"Dispatch center received, please report the casualties at the scene."

"A 25-year-old white male was shot and injured."

"receive."

Roy changed the magazine.

at the same time,

The reminder sound in my mind sounded again.

[Pistol shooting: Pistol proficiency +1]

[Accurate observation: Insight +1]

[Quick draw and shooting: Rapid fire +1]

[Respond calmly: Calmness +1]

Wow, killing a threat actually gives so many attributes.

This was something Roy had never expected.

However, he didn't have time to pay attention to the prompts in his mind, as there were still many situations at the scene waiting for his handling.

After changing the magazine, Roy slowly walked forward.

Come to the driving seat.

Roy saw Billy, who was shot several times.

Blood oozed from the bullet holes, staining the white T-shirt red.

17 of the 11 bullets hit the target.

Billy was already dead.

Billy's mother squatted on the ground and screamed in pain: "He just wanted to commit suicide, he just wanted to commit suicide, he just wanted to commit suicide, you killed him, you killed him!!"

Jonathan came to Roy's side and looked into the car. Billy was holding a pistol in his hand. Judging from the appearance, it was a black M1911.

Jonathan patted Roy on the shoulder and shook his head helplessly.

He pressed the intercom:

"No. 128 Sadran Street requests support. We need a technical team to come and handle the scene."

"How are the injured?"

"died!"

Just as Jonathan was reporting to the dispatch center, Billy's father rushed out of the villa angrily with a double-barreled shotgun.

"Roy!! Watch out!!"

(End of this chapter)