Chester Phillips, a colonel in the United States Air Force, had taken part in World War II.
But now, this military man with hawkish leanings was curled up in a corner, trembling uncontrollably. All color had drained from his face, leaving it white as paper. He struggled to suppress his fear, trying to preserve the last shred of his dignity.
"Alvin—!" He fought to keep the tremor from his voice. Looking at the special operations squad that had been slaughtered by his own hand, a stubborn spark suddenly flared within the heart that had been filled with fear. Veins bulged from his neck as he shakily pushed himself upright against the wall and glared at the man before him. "Don't forget, this is the territory of the United States of America!
"This base is protected by the armed forces of the United States! You, and these... armed personnel of yours, are carrying out an intolerable invasion and threat against a sovereign nation!"
Mentioning the United States of America seemed to give him courage from nowhere.
"I-I warn you, Alvin!" The pain from his severed arm made beads of sweat the size of peas form on Chester's forehead, but he still refused to yield, as if he wanted to kill the demon before him with his gaze. "Stop everything you're doing immediately, or else..."
"Or else what?"
Alvin, completely unscathed after walking out of the Tesla Particle Field, cut him off directly.
There was even a faint, almost bored undertone in his voice. "Or else you'll mobilize your military? Use your fleets that dominate the seas? Or the research of your so-called Strategic Scientific Reserve? Or perhaps... find mutants to deal with us?"
"We... we still have atomic bombs!"
The veins and dark blood vessels on Chester's forehead bulged as though