The incessant clattering of bullets under his cover rang into Albert's ears. One of them zipped past his cheek, making a small gash in his cheek, who bled almost immediately, a stinging sensation burning in the cops mind. [i]They won't make it at this rate.[/i] He somberly thought as he thought about the reinforcements. After all, he wasn't prepared for this kind of situation. Paramilitar troops with heavy ordinance, versus a single cop with a peashooter. There was no comparison...and yet.

Albert's eyes frowned, as he kicked a grenade they had thrown at him with the launcher, intending to flush him out of cover. Perhaps if they had thrown several, they would have suceeded. But what was prolonging the fight was the fact that these men were professionals and were not in the mood to waste ammo. Grimly, Albert thought that it was that fact why he was still breathing after the initial shootout.

He finally had to roll out of cover, bullets zipping past him, when another coordinated shot of the mercenaries blew up what was left of Officer McKenzie and the car. Up in the skies fireworks of experimental weapons met with other figures. [i]Reinforcements?[/i] He thought to himself, but then realized. Those were just some hotshot epics. They probably couldn't win against these paramilitar forces. It was when his sight turned to the right, and he let out a gasp.

A propane blowtorch.

He could be dead at any moment any kind of bullet hit the container, but miracously, it did not so. He gently nudged the cylinder, its tip aiming at him. He gripped a nearby crowbar in his free hand. "Alright. Time to pay the piper." He said somberly, as he smashed the valve with all his might, releasing a stream of propane, and propelling the bottle at dangerous speed. It hit one of the goons in the legs, smashing his femur into smithereens and making him painfully drop down to the ground in agony. The bottle kept uncontrollably spinning, as the remaining soldiers grunted and attempted to fire.

"Hold your fire that's pro-" A harsh voice could be heard, before the inevitable happened.

"Woah." Albert said, as he took cover from the resulting fireball, the Kryptonians now flailing in fire shooting at random directions. He steeled himself, as he gripped his gun. Half of his shots remaining. He took aim once more. He fired, decisively. One shot, one headshot, the confusion being his ally.