Chapter 21 Being the Police Can Be Life-Threatening
In the middle of Sunset Boulevard, four police patrol cars spread out and parked at the street corner. At the same time, the multifunctional combat vehicle quickly left after dropping off a dozen officers at the intersection.
Sitting in the lead car, Alexander picked up the walkie-talkie and instructed, "The suspect is still inside. We'll proceed with the capture as per the previous grouping. There are people in the alley, but try not to fire your weapons or make any noise, as we're unfamiliar with the indoor environment..."
"Copy that!" Several team members received the full instructions and immediately responded.
Alexander opened the car door, checked the gun at his waist, and was just about to step out when Eric ran up from behind. "Just made it."
Alexander turned his head at the sound. "Finished your task?"
"Yeah, just wrapped it up," Eric said, panting.
Alexander didn't have time for small talk and quickly ordered, "Stick to the original plan. You take car two and wait at the intersection of Sunset Boulevard and Pine Street. If the capture is successful, I'll get in your car immediately. If the suspects head over for support, inform me right away."
"Understood!" Eric said gratefully, "Thanks, team leader, for always looking out for me."
"Let's not talk about that," Alexander said, walking away while speaking into the walkie-talkie, "Andrew, get ready to approach the alley. We'll charge the front."
"Copy that!"
Three minutes later.
Andrew, wearing a Kevlar helmet and light green tactical gear with a steel-plate bulletproof vest, led a ten-man team. Crouching as they approached the alley and squatted on both sides, he waited for instructions.
On the roadside, Alexander walked briskly while holding the walkie-talkie. "Do we have a vantage point?"
"No, just an external staircase that should give a clear view of the second floor."
"Alright, your team goes to the second floor to set up control. Your main task is to provide cover," Alexander instructed.
"Understood."
After finishing his conversation with his colleagues, Alexander arrived at the alley entrance, glanced at the empty street, and patted Andrew on the shoulder. "Richard and I will go in. You guys stay put for now."
"Got it." Andrew nodded.
"Let's go, Richard," Alexander called out.
Richard, dressed in plain clothes, followed Alexander into the alley.
Walking side by side, Alexander casually asked, "Nervous?"
"Used to it." Richard smiled.
"Relax," Alexander said, putting an arm around Richard's shoulder and staggering as he shouted, "Take me somewhere fun."
"You're drunk." Richard played along.
In the middle of the alley, a middle-aged man sat up from a worn-out wooden chair, squinting at them.
After walking about 100 feet, Alexander spat on the shoulder of a burly man. "Life's tough."
The burly man's companion stood up, frowning and about to curse.
"Someone is here." Alexander pretended to be drunk and slowly turned his head. "Sorry, can you tell me how to get to Blossom Club?"
The burly man initially thought Alexander was a drunk, but as he got closer, the man narrowed his eyes. He instinctively put his hand behind his back. "I don't know."
Alexander made a dry heaving sound and stumbled toward the burly man.
"You don't smell like alcohol," the burly man said, getting up to draw his gun while his companion reached for his earpiece.
Alexander kicked out with lightning speed.
The burly man staggered back two steps, hitting the wall.
Alexander grabbed his arm and swung him to the left, causing the man to stumble and fall. He then pinned the man's head with his knee and pressed his gun against the man's waist, whispering, "Don't shout, or I'll kill you."
"Help...!" The burly man, undeterred by Alexander, tried to shout.
Forced into a corner, Alexander released the man's arm and covered his mouth. "Stay quiet."
The burly man was extremely fierce, biting Alexander's hand and causing it to bleed profusely.
Meanwhile, Richard tackled another drug dealer but struggled to control him as the man violently resisted.
Seeing both men were desperate and hard to control, Alexander signaled for backup.
Andrew and his team rushed into the alley, hitting the two suspects on the head with their gun butts, rendering them temporarily unconscious.
Alexander stood up and shouted, "Breach the door."
Three gunshots rang out, shattering the iron door. Andrew gestured and shouted, "Tactical formation, move in."
Alexander led ten officers into the building, only to find themselves in a narrow, dimly lit hallway with a metal staircase at the end.
"Move quickly. They must not be on the first floor," Alexander quickly assessed and commanded.
The officers advanced without hesitation.
Three seconds later, two men on the stairs to the second floor raised their automatic rifles and fired wildly.
"Hold your fire. Suppress them," Alexander said, hiding behind the stairs and gripping his right fist. "Team 2, do you have a clear shot?"
"Yes, we can shoot."
"Two automatic rifles at the stairway corner." Alexander demanded.
The police department had few snipers, so there was no dedicated sniper support for this operation. However, experienced field officers could still shoot accurately at close range. The team on the external staircase, following the order, fired two shots through the glass, killing the suspects at the stairway.
As the bodies rolled down the stairs, Alexander gestured and shouted, "Move in!"
Alexander led the assault team up the stairs to the second floor.
The living room was dimly lit, with only the moonlight faintly illuminating the room. Alexander, sweating, took a few steps forward and asked, "Where is everyone? Did anyone see someone jump out?"
"No, we can't see the living room from our angle," the team responded.
Alexander frowned.
At that moment, a slight noise came from the left. Andrew, who had just rushed up, nervously shouted, "Alexander... Alexander... I stepped on a mine."
Alexander turned back to see one of Andrew's team members crouching and trying to disarm the mine.
"Don't move..." Andrew said, his right leg trembling. "It's not the wire. I stepped on the mine."
The team hesitated briefly before retreating to the living room entrance, fearing more hidden threats.
Alexander quickly drew his flashlight and examined the mine at the bathroom door. "Andrew, if you step back, you'll lose your right leg. If you don't, I'll shoot the mine off."
"Can you hit it accurately?" Andrew asked.
"Hard to say. I am not sure if it's been modified." Alexander said.
"What? If you miss, I'm dead," Andrew shouted.
"I can hit it, and you won't lose your leg," Alexander said firmly. "What do you want to do? Your decision!"
Andrew paused, his usual humor gone. "Save the leg."
"On three, lift your leg," Alexander said, raising his rifle. "Everyone else, fall back!"
"3, 2, 1!" Alexander shouted.
Andrew didn't hesitate, lifting his leg and stepping back.
Alexander swung his rifle like a golf club, hitting the mine out of the room.
The mine shattered the window and flew outside.
But a few seconds later, there was no explosion.
Andrew, exhausted, crouched down. "Why didn't it go off?"
"It's a fake," Alexander said through gritted teeth. "Team 2, check for any unusual activity outside."
Just then, a team member accidentally bumped into a cabinet, making a strange noise.
Everyone froze.
"This one's real," Andrew shouted, pale-faced. "Get down, deploy the riot shields!"
Two officers with riot shields knelt and raised them just as a fireball erupted.
The explosion was intense, killing three officers instantly with no time to call for help.
Alexander lay on the floor, his ears ringing, and shouted, "The building is clear. They're outside. Team 2, stay alert."
Outside.
Paul, with one companion, ran through the yard, shouting, "The cops followed Benjamin here. He's too unprofessional."
"Could he have sold us out?" a man asked.
"No way, he relies on me to make a living," Paul said, waving. "Call Steven Garcia and get him to pick us up. Hurry, or we won't make it out."
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