During the National Day holiday, a spectacular drone show was taking place in the city center plaza.
But I used a powerful slingshot to knock the drones into the water one by one, ignoring everyone's furious curses.
A couple rushed over and shoved me, yelling that I'd ruined the romantic proposal they'd planned.
The police officers on security duty cuffed me, while cheers rang out all around.
I remained unfazed, even whistling as they led me away.
Only when the backup drones took off and the light show continued as usual did the words "Happy National Day" appear in the night sky.
Everyone pulled out their phones and looked up to film the magnificent sight.
Ten minutes later, the drone formation's programming suddenly went haywire. The drones swooped down like a frenzied swarm of killer bees.
Every person looking up to take pictures had their throat sliced open by the drone propellers. Not a single one survived.
As the only one who had "caused trouble," I was treated as the terrorist behind it all.
Under interrogation, I said only two things.
"I had nothing to do with this attack."
"But everyone who looked up at those drones is going to die!"
