"Nobody move!" Contrasted to the three police officers who had just come in, the five who entered now looked even more like cops.
They carried loaded guns, physically imposing, every one of them with a buzz cut, stern, unsmiling. At a glance, they seemed like immovable mountains, exerting a pressure on the room far surpassing the initial trio.
"Who...who are you?" Pointing guns cloaked in darkness, the intimidating "police officers" had already lost their assertion. Their words, stumbling, fragmented, seemed rooted in fear.
"We are from the Ghost City Special Police Corps, here under orders from headquarters to bust a gambling den." The speaker scanned the crowd, settling his gaze on the impostor police, his face suddenly turned cold, asked with a smirk, "And what brings you here?"
"We came... we came to apprehend gamblers as well." Under such circumstances, their reluctant reply was to be expected.
