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

Chapter 34: War Murder Case

Hearing what the American girl blurted out, Eric glanced at her and saw her surprised look, knowing that she didn't understand.

I don't understand the difficulty of shooting at a distance of 25 meters in pistol shooting.

Even in shooting sports, shooting a 25-meter target with a pistol is recognized as a high-level challenge. Even professional shooters participating in the competition need to undergo long-term practice to ensure that they do not miss the target and can achieve the high hit rate requirement, that is, within seven rings.

Most importantly, the guns used by professional shooters are all designed high-precision pistols.

This is completely different from the data value of Glock 17 itself.

Therefore, it is very impressive for a novice who has not received systematic training to not miss the target, not to mention wanting to be more accurate and hit a high number of rings.

Just kidding, in the human eye, the equivalent visual size of a target paper at a distance of 25 meters is about the size of a thumb.

Even the slightest tremor in the arm can cause the bullet to impact about 3-5 centimeters off the center of the target.

Eric said nothing and held out his hand.

Seeing this, Annie obediently handed over the gun in her hand.

Eric checked the chamber of the gun, then picked up the Beretta 92FS from the table and handed it over calmly.

"According to police statistics, more than 95% of gunfire exchanges occur within 8-10 meters, and at distances exceeding 25 meters, the chance of a pistol hitting the target is extremely low."

Annie was quite surprised: "Really?"

She really doesn't understand this data.

Seeing Annie's look, Eric was still a little speechless. This rookie probably knew nothing about guns and shooting, and was relying entirely on his own talent.

I don’t know why her family agreed to let her be a patrol officer. She clearly looks like a young lady.

However, from his point of view, Annie is indeed very talented in shooting.

"Of course, even the military is like this. According to official statistics, in urban fighting, the effective engagement distance of pistols usually does not exceed 15 meters, and targets beyond 25 meters are mostly shot with rifles or sniper weapons."

"So my grades are pretty good?" A hint of smile appeared on Annie's face as she took the Beretta 92FS from Eric.

"So, instructor, according to what you said earlier about the short barrel design, the long-range accuracy is insufficient. This pistol has a slightly longer barrel. Does that mean it's more accurate than the Glock 17?"

Pretty smart
Eric nodded and changed to a new target, still at a distance of 25 meters: "Come on, continue."

Bang bang bang!

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Rumor has it that in the industry, there are two areas in Los Angeles where ordinary people would never dare to cause trouble.
As for which area.

One is the super-rich area centered on Hollywood and Beverly Hills. Behind each carved iron gate is a team of wealthy bodyguards and a team of police officers who arrive at the scene at super high speed.

The second is the wealthy areas headed by San Marino and Pasadena, where people generally live in the political, business and academic circles, and are the invisible bigwigs who are the focus of attention.

A major thoroughfare that crisscrosses San Marino and Pasadena.

A black modified BMW Z4 drove into one of the small manors.

The gate opened automatically, and the car drove straight in, eventually stopping in the square outside the huge manor.

"call"

Annie, who was sitting in the driver's seat, subconsciously rubbed her tired face. For some reason, she couldn't help laughing because she found that her right arm was shaking.

After buying the whole set of the package, it was a real torture in the end.

Annie looked up at her tired self in the mirror, took a deep breath, and after getting out of the car, nodded to the servants who came running over, and strode into the manor. As soon as she entered, a deep voice rang in her ears: "Back? How's your first day? It's not too late to regret it now."

Annie turned her head and looked.

I saw that there were already people in the hall.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room was a middle-aged man, holding a document in his hand, looking leisurely. Next to him sat an elegant middle-aged woman, and a baseball game was playing on the big TV in front of them.

Seeing the looks on her parents' faces, Annie tried her best to control her still trembling right hand and walked over slowly.

“It feels good.”

The middle-aged man and woman exchanged glances, then glanced at Annie as she entered the kitchen area. "I heard you had two Code 3 calls on your first day?"

If Eric was present, he would have recognized who this middle-aged man was. He was none other than Assistant Chief Inspector Aiswin, who was about to take over as Chief Inspector.

"Ah."

Annie opened the refrigerator and picked up a bottle of water. She wanted to open it, but she was embarrassed to find that her trembling right hand had no strength to open it. So, in order to cover up, she just took it and continued walking towards the main steps in the middle.

"I'll clean up first. If there's nothing else, don't call me before dinner."

She acted on her own throughout the whole process, and was not at all obedient and submissive like she was in front of Eric.

"This child..." The woman looked at Eswin with a helpless look on her face.

"Can the instructor in charge of her training keep her safe?"

"it should be OK."

Eswin also had a headache, but when he heard his wife's words, he nodded and handed over the document in his hand.

"This is the information about Eric, Annie's training instructor. Daves has a very good opinion of him. You know, this guy has very high standards.

It is said that this patrolman had previously avenged a colleague who had died in a terrorist attack, so he chased the terrorists for hundreds of kilometers on a bicycle and finally killed four terrorists on the run on the highway.
However, because the body recorder was lost during the battle and the helicopter lost its target, the details of the incident remain unknown. This incident had a significant impact, so it was deliberately suppressed.

He was originally a Level 3 police officer and was among those recommended internally, but he was demoted because of some violations this time, the extent of the destruction, and the excessive property damage. However, this is also a routine protective measure."

Just from the words, the middle-aged woman could feel a very strong aura coming from them. She was surprised and subconsciously took the document.

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"10-Adam-3, calling dispatch, 634 Bulber Street, code 187 Homicide, a homicide has occurred here!"

Dispatch Center: "Received! Reporting!"

The two police officers, holding their guns, looked at the murder scene in front of them, exchanged glances, and their faces looked a little ugly.

A man's body was lying in the restaurant in front, his shirt, jeans, and the entire restaurant were stained with scarlet blood.

a mess.

His head was placed on the dining table, his eyes wide open in death, staring at them.

"shit!"

One of the policemen cursed inwardly, walked back with his partner, pulled up the old man who had collapsed to the ground, with a look of fear, sadness, and a dazed look on his face, and walked outside. He was also the one who called the police.

Prevent her from destroying the scene and let her leave the scene to avoid becoming overly emotional due to constantly seeing the tragic appearance of the deceased.

Because it was a homicide case, the relevant departments, such as the forensic department that investigated the scene and the patrol officers that maintained order at the scene, arrived quickly, took control of the house directly, and began to investigate.

(End of this chapter)