The Only Thing That Mattered Was the Spectacle

Judging by the situation in the skies over Washington...

This negotiation was definitely going to be far more "exciting" than the last one.

Many American officials with no military experience trembled uncontrollably at the sight of the Star Killer hovering directly overhead. Even their lips quivered.

It was as if they had frozen solid.

However, cold sweat kept breaking out on the foreheads of these officials, while "white smoke" began to rise from their heads due to the difference in temperature.

That proved it wasn't the cold making them tremble. They were scared stiff.

Ross and the generals of all three branches, along with high-ranking Security Council officials such as Pierce, wore equally ugly expressions.

Two warships alone would have been enough to change the balance of power on Earth. Now an entire fleet had arrived, and the twenty-kilometer-long Star Killer exerted an overwhelmingly oppressive presence.

As for Nick Fury's side...

"Motherf—" Nick Fury looked up at the Star Killer in the sky and sighed to those beside him, "Didn't Stark say that the odds of traveling between universes were hundreds of millions of times lower than winning the lottery?! Bitch!"

"..." Natasha's face was even paler. She had never imagined that the carefree Second Young Master had such a massive fleet backing him.

And she had actually thought about seducing him.

The main reason he hadn't fallen for it was that, to a young master who controlled the entire human system, her beauty and figure simply didn't rank.

"Control... contain... protect..."

Rogers, however, wore an expression that constantly shifted between light and dark. He kept muttering Umbrella's classic slogan, his brows tightly furrowed as he pondered something.

Just as the officials and generals stood in utter shock, large numbers of new Pelicans, DR-4s, and DR-7 Transport Boats departed through