Chapter 2 Police Situation
"Damn, that's cool!"

Kino came to his senses when he heard the footsteps behind him. He somehow pulled out the Colt M1873 from the holster on the table, then aimed it at the human-shaped target in front of him. He held the gun with one hand while pressing the hammer, then held the bottom with his left hand and pulled the trigger.

Bang...Kino fired four shots in a row, until the fifth shot, but the next second there was a click, only the sound of the trigger being pulled and the hammer resetting.

The fifth shot did not fire, which stunned Kino for a moment. He looked at the Colt M1873 in his hand, and the feeling he got told him that the bullets were empty.

"I clearly saw York put six bullets in?"

Kino opened his eyes wide, thought of something, popped out the Colt M1873's cylinder cover, and then pushed out all the remaining shells inside.

What he saw were six empty shells, which meant that he was right.

He fired four shots, and York fired two shots in a row in that short moment.

Thinking of the gunshot they heard in front of them, the Jino people were stunned and instinctively looked up at the human-shaped target ten meters away in front of them.

At this moment, in his eyes, the bullet hole on the target's head seemed to be a little bigger than ordinary bullet holes.

"Chet! He fired two shots in one second? How did he do that?" Kino was stunned by this amazing discovery.

inside the house.

Yorks didn't know that Kino had discovered the truth about the shooting, but even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

Ever since he traveled to this parallel world that was not much different from his previous life, following the so-called detective system and inheriting his family tradition to become a LAPD, he has been practicing this shooting skill specifically.

I practiced for many years and honed my proficiency.

After all, he was forced by the so-called freedom of guns. He didn't want to die inexplicably at someone's hands.

Just as he and the rookie Kino said before: If you want to stay alive, it depends on who shoots faster. In three words, fast, fierce and accurate.

Fortunately, as a time traveler, I still have some benefits. I can extend and master various skills through long-term training, regardless of whether I have talent or not.

In other words, he has transcended the realm of being gifted and can achieve things that a genius would need to work hard to achieve simply through hard training or extra points.

After all, some things cannot be ignored by hard work.

Hard work can only barely keep up with talent, but it can never reach the ceiling that talent can reach, because only extraordinary talent can break through the ceiling.

So he likes this benefit of being a time traveler very much, just as he likes the saying that the early bird catches the worm.

York looked into the void before him.

[Detective System]
Role: York.

Rating: 5
[Attributes]
Spirit: 11 (average value for humans is 10)

Strength: 13 (average for humans is 10)

Agility: 13 (average for humans is 10)

Constitution: 13 (average value for humans is 10)
[Skills]: Rapid Shooting lv5 (Expertise), Gun Mastery lv4 (Proficiency), Precision Shooting lv4 (Proficiency), Combat lv4 (Proficiency), Driving Mastery lv4 (Proficiency)
Attribute points: 0
Skill points: 0
Completed cases:
Attribute points are added to personal attributes, and there are four major categories.

Spirit includes memory, logical thinking, observation, perception, etc.

Strength is easier to understand, but agility includes a series of things that require speed, such as shooting speed, running speed, and nerve reaction.

As for physical fitness, it includes all physical qualities such as endurance and immunity.

Of course, physique also has a certain relationship with strength and agility, and the three are coordinated and interrelated with each other.

That's why he usually adds points evenly across the board, and doesn't allow anyone to stand out, to prevent any part from standing out and looking a bit unnatural. He's also afraid of punching too hard and breaking his hand.

Skill points are added to skills.

The skills basically have literal meanings. After some exploration, he roughly figured out the level divisions of these skills.

Beginner-entry-proficient-proficient-specialized-master-grandmaster, etc.

As for what level is above Grandmaster, no one knows. But York knows that if you don’t have talent, the upper limit of ordinary people can only reach the level of mastery, and the level above specialization is probably only accessible to people with extraordinary talent.

Because he knew how terrifying it would be to reach the level of specialization. As long as accuracy was guaranteed, firing two shots within one second with a single-action revolver was not his limit.

Here comes an important point. The way to obtain attribute points is related to police cases. Regardless of the size of the case, it is counted as one and needs to trigger the reward.

When I was still working as a patrol officer, sometimes hundreds of police cases would only trigger one random task, and sometimes just one police case would trigger a reward task.

It looks like a trade-off between quantity and quality, and it feels like a lottery based on luck.

Sometimes patrol officers can handle a dozen simple police cases in a day.

Unlike the detectives at the next level, it takes at least several days to complete a criminal case, and sometimes even up to a month.

To put it bluntly, he was afraid of death, so he stayed in the patrol position for a long time. After all, detectives deal with major cases, and the people in them seem to be more brutal than those on the streets.

And a reward task only has 0.5 attribute points.

As for skill points, they are simple and straightforward. They are only related to practice. There is more practice.

God knows how long I have to practice to get those precious skill points.

To have such magnificent skills, only he knows how much blood and tears he put into it. It was all achieved through practice.

By practicing + adding points.

"Just to be able to live well and happily in a free country!" Yorks complained in his heart as he walked towards the table.

"When I break through my own limits, I feel good, just like lifting weights, which is a bit addictive! Plus, I don't need to look at talent, this is undoubtedly the most enjoyable thing!"

Picking up the vibrating phone on the table, York glanced at the screen with a raised eyebrow.

The person who called was not someone special, but his former partner, Taribo, one of the few colleagues in the patrol system.

What can I say about Taribo? He is a very experienced person who would never move if he could be lazy. He is the type who would never stand if he could sit, and would never sit if he could lie down.

"Hello? Taribo?" York answered the phone.

However, unexpectedly, Taribo's anxious voice came from the phone.

"Yorks, something happened!"

York's heart moved.

"There was a shooting at No. 31 Bogli Street!" Taribo kept saying, and at the same time, a burst of very dense gunfire came from the phone along with his words.

Bang bang bang!
Listening to the dense gunfire, Yorks quickly came to a conclusion in his mind.
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300BLK-Honey Badger, 7.62x35mm rifle bullet, 30 rounds of standard magazine, effective range 400 meters...

"Fk! We've lost three people!" Taribo shouted loudly. York could imagine that he was hiding on top of the bunker, holding a standard Glock pistol in one hand and a mobile phone in the other, with an anxious look on his face.

"I know this place is close to your gun range!"

York couldn't help but pinch his brows: "Where is your support?"

"Just notified!" said Taribo.

"Man, my administrative leave hasn't ended yet. You don't want to make me unemployed, do you?" York said helplessly.

Administrative leave usually refers to a police officer who is asked to take administrative leave after shooting and killing a suspect or civilian. It is also called "paid leave" or "investigative leave" and is an internal procedure within the police agency.

"Who the hell cares about this!" Taribo's voice came from the cell phone.

"I know your administrative leave ends today, Yorks, we are almost overwhelmed!

Come and save me! If you don’t want to collect my body! If you don’t want my daughter to hate you as her uncle, then come quickly! "

(End of this chapter)