A Headshot, Webber's Death

Gunfire erupted in the quiet garbage pit. Scavengers screamed and fled in every direction.

The Silver Snake Bandits had more people, but the Patrol Bureau officers pinned them down the moment the two sides met.

Their guns could not penetrate the officers' Police Exoskeletons.

Even the officers' visored helmets were bulletproof.

Several bullets struck a helmet, leaving its wearer dazed but otherwise unharmed.

The officers had little combat experience, but they learned to underestimate their enemies quickly.

Seeing how badly outmatched the bandits seemed, the fat officer who had extorted Su Yi laughed.

"Silver Snake Bandits? Is that all you've got?"

With that, he threw a Grenade.

Boom!

The blast flung two bandits out of cover. The fat officer cut them down with a burst of gunfire.

Fourteen bandits died in the opening clash.

Seeing how well his officers fought, Webber finally put aside his worries.

"Brothers! Groups of three! Kill every last one of them!"

Colt hurriedly said, "Director, don't! We don't know enough about the situation. Splitting up now would be a grave mistake!"

"We should keep our forces together, push forward, and wipe out their main force!"

Webber snorted. "Which of us is the director?"

"Subordinates don't talk back to their superiors!"

Colt said nothing. He quietly took five trusted comrades and younger officers with him as the groups separated.

Webber watched Colt's back coldly. If you want to die, I'll see to it soon enough.

While the officers were riding high and scheming against one another, the battered Silver Snake Bandits did not run.

Over the radio, several veteran platoon leaders who had survived countless battles quickly assessed the situation.

"Twenty-six in total. The one leading them is probably a director."

"We can't beat them head-on. Time to use our tricks."

"Heh. Time those sheltered city