Chapter 493
Two hours later, they rolled to a stop before a barricade. Policemen in black SWAT-style attire surrounded the vehicles, machine guns pointed. As they drew closer, Katelina realized they were vampires.
She looked at their automatic weapons. They should know better. Unless they could unload a cluster in their heart, bullets couldn't kill a vampire.
The door to a small, clapped-together shack opened. A vampire in a long black coat emerged. Light glinted from the gold medallion around his neck. It was one of the Scharfrichter.
The driver put his hands up. He rattled off a string of Chinese to say he knew nothing. The policemen motioned them out of the cars. Katelina looked at Jorick's calculating expression.
"Best do as they say," Sorino suggested. "For now."
They piled out and the Scharfrichter surveyed them. "Identify yourselves."
"Would you like driver's licenses, or passports?" Sorino asked.
"Don't be funny."