A lavish party was underway on the top floor of the Bestman & Toomes Electronics Group building.
Gregory Bestman had his left arm around his sexy female secretary, a glass of champagne in his right hand, as he chatted and laughed with several business partners.
"Oh, Adrian..."
"...Some people are just like that—skills but no brains. Trash like that belongs in prison."
Just as New York's newly risen business star reminisced about an old friend, the floor-to-ceiling window behind him suddenly let out a piercing shriek!
The guests all frowned and instinctively reached for their phones.
At the instant the shriek reached its peak, the entire floor-to-ceiling window behind Bestman—the tempered glass advertised as capable of withstanding a level-five earthquake—rapidly rippled like water.
The next second.
"Boom!!"
The glass instantly turned into billions of glittering particles and exploded inward with terrifying force!
Bestman and his female secretary were both hurled away, rolling seven or eight meters across the polished floor, their mouths full of expensive champagne and blood.
The chandelier crashed down, the music stopped abruptly, and women's screams mixed with men's curses.
"Cough, cough..." Bestman struggled to raise his head and saw a strangely shaped black drone slowly descending before him, its ghostly blue engine glow like will-o'-the-wisps.
"Bestman!"
A voice full of hatred, electronically distorted, sounded from the drone. "I came for you!!"
"Damn it... Adrian!" Bestman was scared out of his wits. "When did you escape from prison?!"
"You don't need to know!" the voice in the drone roared. "You only need to understand that your time has come!!"
As soon as he spoke, another invisible vibration wave blasted out, exploding a crater half a meter deep a meter from Bestman's hand. Shattered stone slabs brushed past his cheek, leaving a burning bloody gash.
"Damn it! You