The red and blue flash of police lights tore through the night in Kowloon, turning the once-quiet street into a deafening uproar.
"Roooar!"
A deafening roar rang out, accompanied by the teeth-grating screech of twisting metal. The male zombie lifted a police car weighing over a ton with one hand and hurled it at the police cordon as though tossing a toy.
Boom!
Flames scattered, and shattered glass littered the ground.
"Holy crap! What kind of Popeye is this?!"
Jin Maiji went green with fear and dragged Meng Chao behind a roadside trash can. "Boss, how are we supposed to fight this? Our .38s barely tickle him!"
Meng Chao shook like a leaf. "We're done for! We're really going to die in the line of duty this time!"
"Stop panicking! Form up!"
Uncle Feng bellowed, and the Bagua Mirror in his hand reflected the streetlight into a golden beam that shone straight into the male zombie's eyes.
The blinding light briefly checked the male zombie's movements, but it failed to stop him. Instead, it drove him into an even more savage frenzy.
His blood-red eyes remained fixed on the building above, where he could smell his child.
"Cousin! Take the female! I'll hold off the male!"
With a shout, Uncle Feng flung out the Ink-Line Cord. It wove a red-glowing net in midair and swept down over the nimble female zombie.
"On it!"
Though Dr. Lam was getting on in years, he was still agile.
With his medical bag on his back, he gripped the bottle of specially formulated blue spray, his gaze as focused as if he were performing a difficult surgical procedure.
Sssss—
The Ink-Line Cord wrapped around the female zombie, sizzling like meat on a grill.
She howled in agony and struggled wildly, but Uncle Feng held