My dad is a retired police officer, and was involved in a shooting incident about 30 years ago. After a high speed car chase, the subject got out of his vehicle weilding a shotgun. Before he could get a shot off, my father’s partner shot at him from over the far side of the patrol car with his .357. One of the hollow points passed through the light bar and flattened into a disk about the size of a nickel. It subsequently hit the guy in the forehead, and slid under the scalp, and around the back of the guy’s skull. The guy went down instantly and was transported to the hospital where he later regained consciousness and coughed the bullet out while being examined.
That’s why I carried a .357 as my personal weapon when I was stationed in Las Vegas. Nice, heavy slug, plus that 669 sounded like a cannon when it went off.