Pieces scattered east, west, south, and north—nobody could piece them back together.
Militants' brains nearly crashed as the blasting sounds from outside reached them; they glanced again at the computer flashing a red skull icon and the other software—all rendered inoperative!
What's going on? Were they hacked?
They hurried to sound the alarm, and the piercing wail of the siren cried out mournfully from the camp.
Hearing the alarm, the militants swiftly organized and ran out of the rooms. Just as they got outside and looked up, they saw dozens of drones covering the sky. For a moment, they too panicked, clueless about how they had provoked these mysterious enemies.
The militants' leader at the command center immediately gave the order, "Fire!! Shoot those drones down!! Find the puppet master behind this!!"
Tatatatatata!!
The militants opened fire at the drones overhead, shooting ferociously as if bullets cost them nothing.
