Maya bowed respectfully. "Good morning, Mr. Stark."
Wilson only gave a curt nod in acknowledgment.
Ethan's mind raced with a few thoughts. What the hell were they doing here?
But before he could say a word—
At the exact same moment, something else happened.
Far across the city, at over three thousand meters away. Atop a high-rise building, a masked figure lay prone on the rooftop pavement.
His body was perfectly still as his eye locked onto the scope of his special sniper artifact that had this glow of red miasma around it.
He exhaled, then he pulled the trigger.
The bullet shot forward with such explosive force that tore through the air at several times the speed of sound.
It was also a special type of bullet that faced no air resistance, drag or slowdown. It simply just traveled in a perfect, deadly line.
Back at the Stark manor, Maya and Wilson's enhanced vampire senses suddenly picked up the danger.
