Hanging up the phone, Victor looked at the cops.
"Gentlemen, you really came at a very bad time."
"!!!" The SWAT agents felt their bodies shudder as they looked into Victor's blood red eyes.
Victor put the phone in his pocket and got up from the corpses he was sitting on.
"...He's tall..." Some of the agents spoke.
"Raise your hands-." One of the agents was about to say something, but he couldn't. With just one look from Victor, the agent came under Victor's control.
Victor pointed to an agent and said, "Shoot."
"Yes."
"...?" Before any of them could understand anything, the man Victor had been talking to turned and pointed his weapon at his fellow agents.
Bang!
A bullet exited the gun and splattered his fellow agent's brains.
"W-What? What are you doing!?" One of the allied agents shouted.
"I am serving my king." The agent being controlled by Victor pointed his gun at the other agents, and: