Secret

Bam!

Amid a deafening crash, a huge hole burst open in the wall of a bank.

Several hardened bandits charged out through the breach, their guns spitting sparks like typewriters.

Across the street, cries, sirens, and the wail of fire engines converged into a cacophonous scene.

"Damn it! It's the Explosion Maniac, Sikof! This is his third crime this month!"

Several patrol officers were huddled behind cover, pinned down by the enemy's firepower and barely able to raise their heads. One officer had even burst blood vessels in his ears from the shock wave. He shouted angrily, "Where did they get so much high explosive? Are the Federal Customs officials all ****ing useless, letting this much weaponry into the country?"

He wasn't the only one fuming. The patrol officers beside him were just as frustrated.

The bandits' firepower was simply too overwhelming. They sprayed bullets around as if they cost nothing, and their brazen rampage made it seem like they didn't take the police seriously at all.

"Forget it. Request military support!"

A senior Detective Inspector gritted his teeth. "Even if it makes us look bad, that's better than letting the criminals get away!"

"Senior Detective Inspector Austin?!"

Just then, more than a dozen black steam cars, trailing flames, sped onto the scene. A cold-faced man in a black trench coat and sunglasses stepped out.

"Sikof is the Investigation Bureau's problem. You patrol officers only need to cooperate!"

"Bastard, what did you say?"

There was a world of difference between asking someone for help and having them barge straight into your jurisdiction. Austin immediately roared, "Do you know what you're saying? Under the law, you don't have that authority!"

"As a matter of fact, I do!"

The Investigation Bureau official produced an appointment document. "The Federal Constitution takes precedence over