Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 223 The Investigator's Notes
"Bang!!!"

The shockwaves from the riverside streets reached all the way up to the bridge at the dock.

The investigator on the bridge platform was nearly thrown over. He held onto the platform with one hand and pressed down on his top hat with the other. His clothes shook violently for nearly ten seconds before the shockwave completely subsided.

"This is again..."

He looked toward the street in utter shock.

But the rain and smoke obscured his vision, and he couldn't see what caused the explosion.

He resisted the urge to pull out his notebook and jot it down, then turned his gaze back to the small boat in the center of the canal and continued shouting towards it:
"Hey! Can you hear me, officer?! Run! I'm telling you to run! Your position is dangerous!!!"

"Hurry up..."

The investigators were extremely anxious.

He didn't want to see someone being torn to pieces by the monster in the water right before his eyes.

But he suddenly stopped midway through his sentence.

The expression on his face changed from anxiety to confusion, and finally settled on shock.

He saw a lone figure in a black trench coat displaying his skills on a small boat in the middle of the river.

Several zombies had already climbed onto the deck of the small boat, but the law enforcement officer showed no fear whatsoever.

He emptied the revolver at lightning speed, each bullet hitting the zombie's joints with pinpoint accuracy.

Yes, he seems to know a lot about these zombies.

He knew that smashing the zombie's head wouldn't be a real kill; the most effective way was to destroy the zombie's joints, including its ankles, knees, hips, wrists, and elbows.

This guy knows his stuff!
Very understanding!
After emptying his magazine, he quickly changed the magazine and fired at top speed, hitting every shot with incredible accuracy and firing at an absurdly fast rate.

In less than half a minute, five chambers had been switched, and a total of 30 bullets had been loaded!
……

"Damn it, he's out of bullets."

The investigator's expression changed.

He saw the men in black on the deck drop their revolvers and switch to fighting with cleavers.

As people continued to jump into the river from the surrounding banks, a steady stream of living corpses emerged from the small boat, their density enough to send chills down one's spine.

The scene resembled a fish feed being scattered in an ornamental pond, with countless fish crowding and scrambling to grab it. The small boat was surrounded by more corpses than water, and the entire boat was rocking violently, on the verge of falling apart.

The undead climbed aboard the small boat from all directions, howling as they lunged at the isolated and helpless law enforcement officer.

A hint of reluctance flashed in the investigator's eyes.

"It's over."

He knew that an excellent law enforcement officer was about to be torn to pieces.

An overwhelming sense of regret welled up in my heart.

First of all, that guy was clearly not bewitched by the ancients in the canal, and he certainly didn't rely on an overdose of painkillers. He simply withstood the "dream pull" with his strong willpower. Such a person is a rare and formidable character.

Not to mention his incredibly accurate marksmanship, which surpassed almost all the gunmen the investigators had encountered before.

But this outstanding young law enforcement officer was about to be torn to pieces by the zombies right before his eyes.

The investigators felt a deep sense of pity.

He hated this feeling of powerlessness the most, because he came to Nanwei City to prevent such a thing from happening.

But when it came down to it, it seemed like I couldn't save anyone at all...

The investigators were well aware of the terrifying destructive power of those undead. These beings, cursed by the Ancients and becoming their servants, had transcended the realm of living beings, becoming mere puppets and killing machines. In their hands, the flesh and blood of ordinary people were as fragile as paper.

...

But soon, the investigators were completely stunned.

He looked away and waited for a long time, but did not hear any screams coming from the river.

When he turned his gaze back to the small boat, the expression on his face could no longer be described simply as "shock".

"This……"

He saw that the man on the deck was still alive.

And he's full of energy!

Just then, as the investigator's gaze fell upon the man, he was holding a zombie's head in each hand, slamming their heads together like chicks, and then tossing them back into the river.

Then, with a side kick, he sent the nearest zombie flying like a kite with a broken string. The zombie even bounced twice on the water's surface before finally crashing into the water.

From then on, every punch and kick from the law enforcement officer was clean and swift.

He was so fast that the investigators could hardly see him.

From a distance of several dozen meters, the investigators could only see a blurry shadow, constantly repelling the zombies that climbed onto the deck and throwing them back into the river.

Despite the great distance and the sound of torrential rain, the investigators could even hear the sound of the zombies' limbs being crushed.

"what?……"

He blinked blankly.

His mouth was agape, and he was completely at a loss for words.

"Close combat with zombies?"

If he said that at school, the professors would probably laugh at him for half a year.

But that's exactly what happened, right in front of the investigators.

He saw a living person wrestling hand-to-hand with the undead that had turned into servants—no, to be precise, it was a bloody massacre.

The young law enforcement officer was brutally torturing these undead.

No zombie could last more than two seconds under his attack.

He was proficient in all killing techniques. Every punch and kick, though seemingly casual, precisely shattered the key joints or bones of the zombies. Those zombies that were thrown back into the river, even if they didn't die, completely lost their ability to swim back.

"Who exactly is this person...?"

The investigators were dumbfounded.

He considered himself a well-traveled and knowledgeable person, whose territory far exceeded this country, and who had met countless talented and extraordinary people, but he had never seen such a fierce person.

In the investigators' view, this guy couldn't even be considered a person; he was a monster, a humanoid monster.

……

The investigator almost couldn't resist taking out his notebook to start taking notes.

……

Years later, in the exhibition hall of Miskatonic University, people saw a fragment of a handwritten note left by the famous investigator Mr. C, which contained the following sentence:

"I have met many hunters with superb marksmanship and seen assassins with superb agility, but looking back on my mediocre life, the most thrilling memory is the battle between good and evil on the surface of the Nanwei Canal."

(End of this chapter)