C652 Tear Gas

"The Desert Eagle only holds seven rounds, and you're out of ammo. You were shielding your head earlier, so you must be wearing a flak jacket. You came prepared, but it's over for you now!" A diminutive police officer expertly ejected the spent magazine and loaded a fresh one, racking the slide with a practiced motion.

With a resounding "click," he aimed his pistol at Zhou Pu's head