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

Chapter 21 Murder
The dispatch center clearly said that there was hacking going on everywhere, but this apartment building was unusually quiet, and the residents passing by were surprised why the police came here.

Eric murmured to himself. According to his experience, this situation often meant that the matter was over, and it was very likely that the necessary ending had been completed at home.

Neither fast nor slow, he took Annie directly to the door of room number five on the third floor.

And yet everything was still unnaturally quiet, not as it should be.

High on drugs? Slashing with a knife? Combining these two scenarios, there should have been movement inside, at least the person who called the police would have screamed or run away.

Eric instinctively sensed something was wrong. He waved his hand, motioning Annie to stand behind him, and pulled out his Glock 17, casually pulling the slide.

This strange situation is really not suitable for a newcomer like Annie. If something unexpected happens, his idea of ​​finding a backer will most likely die on the first day.

Annie saw the solemnity in Eric's expression, and stood obediently behind him, staring at the closed door. Her hand unconsciously rested on the edge of the holster. While she looked alert, she couldn't help but feel nervous in her heart.

"Calm down! Annie!"

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

Eric tried to expose as much of his body as possible outside the door, holding the Glock 17 firmly in his right hand and hammering hard on the door with his left hand.

The knocking on the door was quite loud, making a dull sound.

"Who!"

A slightly irritable voice came from inside, with a hint of impatience and vigilance.

Eric cleared his throat and shouted, "LAPD! Open the door! We need you to open the door to investigate!"

"Fuck! Why is LAPD here?" The voice inside was even more dissatisfied, as if they were very resistant to the arrival of the police.

There's something wrong with this guy!
Eric said calmly, "We've received a call from the police. There's a high probability that there's been an assault here. We need to investigate. Please cooperate with us! Open the door immediately!"

The voice inside was silent for a while, as if weighing the pros and cons. Annie felt the atmosphere in the room became more tense. She gripped her holster tightly, ready to deal with any emergency at any time.

Finally, the door slowly opened a crack, and a man with a very thin figure, pale face as paper, deep eye sockets and heavy dark circles stuck his head out.

"Fake!"

Grann glared at Eric and Annie and said reluctantly:
"Okay, come in, but don't mess around. I'm not doing anything illegal."

boom!
However, Eric suddenly kicked the door open, causing it to explode inward. The explosive door also knocked Grann, who was leaning against the door, into the house unexpectedly.

At the same time, the blood-stained kitchen knife in his hand was exposed, and as he fell, it hit the floor with a clanging sound.

"There's something wrong, this smell of blood"

Eric raised the Glock 17 with his right hand, and with his weak left hand, he held the fingers from below and bit them together with his right hand, forming a circle with his arms.

This is the CAR shooting system, which includes drawing and shooting when encountering an enemy, blocking, weapon protection and hand switching, reloading and troubleshooting, and weapon sorting and recovery after shooting.

Flexible steering, strong directionality, and reduced recoil make it the best holding posture for indoor pistol CQB.

“LAPD!!!”

Within a second, Eric shouted, controlling the muzzle of the gun, his eyes quickly scanning left and right as the muzzle moved, before he followed in.

After confirming it was safe, when Eric saw the bloodstains on the kitchen floor and a foot at the corner of the center island, he instantly understood everything and the corner of his mouth twitched.

There are so many people with mental illnesses.

"hiss!"

Looking at Grann who was still lying on the ground and had not recovered from the fall, Eric thought for a moment and finally put the Glock 17 back into the holster and put on his gloves.

He still wants to become stronger, but he can't take administrative leave again on the first day back to work after vacation. This is a bit exaggerated. Even if his behavior is legal and compliant, he has the physique of a god of death that kills people wherever he goes. The police station is likely to fire you as the "god of death".

In America, being a police officer is not a guaranteed job.

"Fake!"

After falling to the ground, Grann, who had not yet recovered, cursed manically, staggered to his feet, and then rushed towards Eric, who had just put on his gloves, like a violent calf, and punched him in a messy manner.

"Bastard! Die!" Grann's expression was fierce and twisted.

"Suspected of first-degree murder, assaulting a police officer, and resisting arrest, multiple crimes combined! You'll spend the rest of your life in jail!"

As Eric's calm voice sounded, before Grann's fist arrived, Eric was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He quickly struck out with his right hand and grabbed Grann's right wrist. Then he turned his body and hit Grann's chest with his back.

With his height of 188cm and sturdy build, Eric stood on his toes slightly and gave Grann a gorgeous shoulder throw with just one hand.

boom!
As his body came into contact with the hard floor, there was a louder muffled sound, and Grann fell on his back. He felt that all the bones in his body were falling apart. After experiencing the first impact and the second heavy fall, all the strength in his body was drained away at this moment.

"You're too slow for me."

Eric ignored Grann's groans, grabbed his hand with his right hand and forced his chest to the ground, pressed his knees on his back, and took out handcuffs with his left hand and handcuffed his hands.

"You are under arrest! You have the right to remain silent! Everything you say may be used as evidence against you in court! You have the right to hire a lawyer before being questioned! If you cannot afford a lawyer, the court will appoint one for you free of charge!"

After doing this, Eric looked at Annie who was still standing stupidly at the door and nodded.

"Rookie, look at him!"

"Ah! Yes!"

Annie nodded blankly, and hurriedly put the gun into the holster, replacing Eric's position. Fortunately, Grann had fainted from the heavy fall and Miranda's warning, so she easily controlled Grann without any difficulty.

She subconsciously looked at Eric who was walking towards the kitchen, and her mind was still replaying Eric's entire actions.

He kicked the door decisively without hesitation, stretched out his gun quickly and continuously, rushed forward at the same time, then slowly put away the gun, put on gloves to prevent infection, and then threw the opponent over his shoulder with confidence and assurance.

Finally, the whole picture stopped at Eric's handsome face, which was serious and focused. She instinctively licked her lips, which were a little dry due to nervousness.

"This guy……"

Eric didn't know that Annie was immersed in her memories. He just stood in the kitchen area, looking at the middle-aged woman lying in a pool of blood, and shook his head.

The upper body of the person who called the police was in a mess. No one knew how many times he had been stabbed by this mentally ill guy. There were even several knife wounds on his face.

Eric withdrew his gaze, unable to bear to look any longer, and looked back at the dazed Annie and the unconscious Grann.

It was obvious why this guy calmed down. He must have woken up during the hacking.

After he came to his senses, he wanted to run, but he didn't expect the police to arrive so quickly, so he could only sneak attack when the door was open and try to escape in the chaos.

But what he didn't expect was that the person who came was Eric, who never played by the rules.

As for why the clothes were so clean, it must be because he saw the blood on them and was afraid of being too conspicuous on the street, so he changed them first...

"I didn't expect to receive a police report like this on my first day back from vacation. I'm so unlucky!"

Eric complained in his heart, took out the intercom and said calmly:

"10-Adam-11, codename 187 Homicide, there's a homicide here!"

Dispatch Center: "Received! Reporting!"

(End of this chapter)