Chapter 53 The Sad Undertaker

Five of the eight cops inside the monitoring room were impaled by the volley of glass shards. It didn't kill them but was damaging enough to incapacitate them. Two of the remaining turned tail and ran away to get backup. When Roy realized the one-way mirror had shattered, he used his subordinate as a human shield. As a result, he wasn't hurt by the exploding glass. Tyler's display of monstrous strength petrified the Commissioner, but the seasoned police officer in him kicked in. He unholstered his gun quickly and clicked off its safety. However, the young man slapped it out of his hand before he could fire. Crack! The slap looked casual but was so powerful that Roy's wrist broke, and his hand rotated at an odd angle. "Argh!" he exclaimed, staggering back, clutching at his hand in agony. "Where is my sister?" Tyler demanded again, grabbing him by the neck and lifting his body into the air. Roy Mitchell weighed at least three hundred pounds, but the young man lifted him effortlessly. As