I AM COMMANDER ZANDER: Your Good Villain

0007-You've Offended Someone

In the Morning, at the Golf Course...

The expansive golf course stretched under the warm morning sun.

The neatly trimmed green grass and the soft breeze carried the fresh scent of earth.

Zander stood confidently, dressed in a sleek black polo shirt and crisp white pants. In his hands was an expensive-looking golf club.

Beside him, Jacky stood casually, wearing a baseball cap.

Zander took his position, his sharp eyes fixed on the golf ball resting on the tee.

With a precise swing, his club struck the ball, sending it flying far into the distance and landing perfectly in the hole.

“Nice shot, Young Master!" Jacky exclaimed in admiration.

Zander offered a faint smile. “Golf is like warfare strategy. It’s not about power—it’s about precision.”

Jacky nodded with a grin. “No wonder you always win.”

Zander prepared another ball. But before he could take his swing, a faint buzzing sound filled the air.

A small black drone emerged from behind the trees, flying low over them.

“What’s that?” Jacky asked, looking up at the approaching drone.

Zander frowned. At first, he thought it was just a harmless gadget, perhaps a hobbyist’s toy.

But suddenly, a bright flash of light shot out from the drone’s underside, striking his left arm.

“Argh!” Zander winced, clutching his arm as a burning sensation spread across his skin. The area turned red as if it had been seared by hot metal. His eyes narrowed, quickly assessing the situation.

As a former war commander who had spent years in brutal combat, Zander’s instincts kicked in immediately.

This was no ordinary drone—it was a killing device. If the flash had hit his chest or head, it would likely have been fatal.

"Go into hiding!" Zander commanded firmly.

Both Zander and Jacky moved in unison, seeking shelter behind a large concrete pillar at the edge of the golf course.

Despite the pain in his arm, Zander remained composed. From his belt, he take a Gun-G, a state-of-the-art laser pistol. He quickly aimed it at the hovering drone.

Jacky glanced at him. “Is that some kind of military drone, Boss?”

“A lethal tech weapon. Its beam can pierce vital organs. Stay put—I’ll take it down,” Zander replied with steely focus.

The drone hovered, preparing for another attack. But Zander was faster. He pulled the trigger, and a blue laser beam shot from the Gun-G, striking the drone with deadly accuracy.

BANG!

A small explosion followed, and the remains of the drone fell to the ground, emitting thin wisps of smoke.

“Impressive!” Jacky cheered as he stepped out from their hiding spot. “As perfect a shot as always.”

Zander holstered his pistol.

“Find out who owns that drone,” Zander ordered.

Jacky nodded resolutely. “Okay, Young Master."

***

At a Nightclub...

Neon lights flickered, casting shades of purple and blue across the nightclub.

Loud music thumped, reverberating through the space and making the floor vibrate.

In the middle of the crowd, Darren stood with a drink in hand, laughing boisterously with a group of men around him. Their faces were flushed from alcohol, their conversations filled with crude jokes and drunken banter.

Darren raised his glass, laughing. “Let’s cheers again!”

The group erupted into cheers, downing their drinks in one go.

Amid the laughter and noise, Darren’s phone buzzed on the table. Its screen lit up, displaying a name that wiped the smile from Darren’s face: Mr. Dom.

His expression turned serious!

He set his glass down, trying to steady himself against the alcohol clouding his thoughts.

With slightly unsteady steps, Darren walked to a quieter corner before answering the call. “Hello, Mr. Dom,” he said, striving to sound calm.

"Is there something I need to do? You don’t usually call me on the night."

Mr. Dom’s voice was cold and firm. “V-Tech just sent a formal warning to your company,” he said bluntly.

"If you mess up again, they’ll terminate their contract with you.”

Darren froze for a moment, his alcohol-addled brain struggling to process what he had just heard. “I haven’t done anything wrong, Mr. Dom. This must be a misunderstanding.”

Mr. Dom let out a small, derisive snort. “You’ve offended someone," he said icily. “And your actions nearly killed him this morning.”

Darren stiffened, shock sobering him instantly.

The phone call was disconnected.

One of his friends approached, still grinning drunkenly. “Darren, why do you look so pale? Are you okay?”