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

Chapter 5 Trigger
After the routine announcement, Eric stepped on the accelerator and drove the Chevrolet Caprice towards the location of the gunshot.

After passing the next bend and drifting towards the left, he spotted the Explorer patrol car parked on the side of the road. He knew that the shooting scene was nearby, most likely on the left side of the next intersection.

This distance is actually not far.

There was a row of houses to the side and in front of where the Explorer patrol car was parked. Just by looking at it, Eric knew what his colleague meant.

At the same time, this colleague is quite experienced and is probably a senior patrolman. It's just that he was dispatched a little late, so I don't know who he is.

"This place is closer to Weston's patrol area. Could it be Weston?"

After thinking about it, Eric chose to park the car behind the Explorer patrol car. He quickly got out of the car, picked up the walkie-talkie hanging on his chest and pressed the relevant button.

"10-L (Single Patrol)-11, arrived at the scene, Code 6-A disembarked to investigate. Attention required from nearby units."

Dispatch Center: "Roger that! Switching to the same channel!"

Listening to the dispatch center's response on the intercom, Eric clicked on the body recorder on his shoulder. Although he would occasionally choose to turn it off and then fish for a while, in a police case like this, turning on the body recorder was to protect himself.

At this time, he began to hear heavy breathing and somewhat panicked voices coming from the walkie-talkie, and knew that the dispatch center had switched the walkie-talkies of his colleagues who were on the scene to the same channel to facilitate their communication and collaboration.

However, Eric did not say anything because he did not know the specific situation at the scene. At the same time, through the panicked voices and constant cursing, he confirmed that the owner of the walkie-talkie was a rookie.

"It seems to be Weston. He seems to be the only one leading the newcomers. I didn't expect that this experienced veteran would fail here.
You have to know that this old man has been a patrol officer for more than ten years. Even if he is a slacker, he has dealt with countless police cases.

Eric pursed his lips, strode to the trunk of the Chevrolet Caprice, opened it, and took out the M4 carbine rifle he was carrying today.

M4卡宾枪口径：5.56毫米，枪长：838毫米，有效射程：约150-600米，弹容量：标准30发弹匣。

The M4 carbine in his hand is equipped with a Picatinny rail and an ACOG optical sight, which looks quite sharp.

Eric did a quick check.

In the police department, using a rifle requires an officer to hold a rifle license, and he happens to be one of the few officers in the West Canyon Police Department who holds a license.

After confirming that there was no problem with the M4 carbine in his hand, Eric closed the trunk and started jogging towards the house in front of him on the left.

"Fuck!!! What should I do?" A rookie's crying voice came from the intercom.

As Eric jogged, an image emerged in his mind: a tall, thin figure and an ordinary face. He picked up the walkie-talkie and said.

"Benny?"

Even though he was jogging, Eric's breathing was quite steady, and he was neither panting nor heartbeating.

"Officer Eric?" Benny's voice sounded after a moment's hesitation and then surprise. Obviously, Eric's steady voice calmed Benny.

"Well, what's the situation now?" Eric asked. At this time, he had run to the backyard of a house, only one street away from the place where the gunshots were heard.

"Weston was shot and he's bleeding a lot!" Benny said in a crying voice. At this time, he was kneeling beside Weston, who was bleeding profusely, covering Weston's wound with his hands so that his hands were stained with blood.

"Calm down! Benny! Don't panic!"

Eric's mouth twitched. This wasn't the information he needed, but he had no choice but to continue soothing. "Officer Eric, what should I do?" Benny's voice was still filled with tears.

Eric said, "You learned first aid in the police academy, right? If Weston is bleeding heavily, apply pressure to stop the bleeding. Cover the wound with something like clothing, and then apply firm, continuous pressure with your palm."

Afraid that Benny, who was already in a state of confusion, would not understand, Eric explained it in great detail.

At this moment, a weak voice rang out: "Idiot! Do you hear me? Stop the bleeding! I don't want to die yet! Damn it! It hurts so much!"

This was Weston's voice. It sounded like the situation was not as bad as he had imagined. Eric breathed a sigh of relief and continued to walk around the edge of the trail and head forward.

Looking up, he could already see the street ahead.

"Are you okay? Weston!"

"Today is a very bad day. We have already hidden in the garage. It is up to you, Eric.
I’m afraid this rookie can’t be of much help.”

Weston spoke in a weak and halting voice, but he also provided Eric with the most important news.

"There's a pickup truck parked in front of that bastard's house. Half of the house is white. He's been hiding behind the fence in the front yard and seems to be holding a rifle. Be careful."

"I understand. You should have a good rest." Eric said calmly, looking at the street about eight meters away. Based on the information provided by Weston, relevant images emerged in his mind.

The target was just across the street, hiding in the fence of his house.

When he changed from jogging to walking and headed towards the corner of the house on the left, Eric's eyebrows raised slightly, and a mechanical voice without any emotion sounded in his ears.

This police case actually triggered a mission.

[Trigger Task]
[Solving police cases]
[Completion Reward: +0.5]
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"What a pleasant surprise! I'm lucky today." Eric muttered to himself, walked to the corner, stopped against the wall, and then leaned forward to look.

Bullets have no eyes, he is not a god and he is not immortal. Before you have a grasp of the specific situation, do not know the enemy's position or see the enemy with your own eyes, you can never be too careful.

With this look, Eric immediately found the pickup truck parked on the street mentioned in the information provided by Weston. His sight followed the pickup truck forward and he saw the key house with half of it white again.

At this time, he finally found his target, Carrie. The guy was standing by the fence with an angry look on his face. He held the rifle in his hand and kept shooting at the garage in front, even though there was no one there.

But the HK416 automatic rifle he was holding was also quite ferocious, and the fierce firepower caused debris to burst out from the corner of the garage.

"HK416? This guy is also a rich man," Eric muttered instinctively in his heart, and because of this, he saw everyone hiding in the garage.

"Assholes! Come out! You cowards!!!" Carrie's angry shout reached his ears.

"Come out here! I'm going to beat you to death!"

While Carrie didn't notice him, Eric suddenly revealed half of his body.

He grabbed the handguard of the M4 carbine with his left hand, with his thumb on top to control the muzzle's upward movement. When his index finger was extended and pressed against the handguard and the muzzle was pointed towards Carrie, the butt of the gun quickly rested against the upper chest muscle and clavicle, naturally against the edge of his cheek.

At the same time, he drew his arms inward and aimed at Kerry, who was standing by the fence, shouting and shooting.
(End of this chapter)