The sea breeze carried a damp chill as it swept across Bruce's face, which was covered by a clown mask.
He tilted his head slightly upward, his eagle-like eyes precisely tracking the drones circling overhead, gliding silently through the sky. Their speed was decreasing, and electromagnetic pulses and infrared signals intertwined to form an invisible net, seeming ready to tighten at any moment and trap him on this beach.
He smiled, his grin appearing eerily sinister behind the mask. Deep within his mind, the supercomputing module was racing, streams of data flooding his consciousness like an underground current: wind speed, ballistics, distance, aircraft structure. The data was so precise it was almost terrifying, as if viewed from God's perspective.
As the first batch of drones steadily
