Why, as one who had completed evolution, should he take orders from a bunch of mortals?
Especially from those weaklings who couldn't even protect their own lives.
The death of the founder of Kolo Film Industry plunged the entire company into a vortex of internal strife, and Vadim smelled an opportunity.
However, when the time in his eyes, which had slowed down, once again resumed its flow, all visions of a bright future were terminated at that moment.
The bottle of wine in his hand fell to the ground, emitting a clear shattering sound.
His eyes were filled with blood vessels, staring fixedly at the quarantine tape put up by the Bureau of Abnormal Case Investigation.
His private fortress was deserted, with dried bloodstains and some broken prosthesis parts visible along the way.
Bullet holes were everywhere, and he could imagine the fierce battle that had taken place here.
