INVASION

Not even a second after Dreznor uttered the word surrender, a bullet shot toward his head, fired by a guard who had descended from a hidden panel in the ceiling, exploding it.

At least, that was the outcome the leader expected.

Instead, what he saw defied belief: Dreznor was still standing, completely unharmed, as if nothing had happened.

“Haaah,” Dreznor sighed. At least I tried, he thought, clutching a fold of his clothes tearing it as the torn piece started reforming into something else. He aimed and fired at the guard who was still midair, plummeting helplessly toward the floor. The shot struck him before he landed, ensuring he wouldn’t feel the pain of the fall. What a thoughtful man, Dreznor mused inwardly.

“Thanks for the answer,” he said coldly, and fired at the leader.

BAM!

The leader’s head slammed against the table, scattering a few items across the surface.