Superheroes had an instinctive aversion to weapons technology. Dr. Pym had even taken it to an extreme, seeing weapons in everything.
Pym Particles were a prime example. Their applications and significance were far too profound; using them for Agents was the worst possible choice, yet he was convinced the technology would be used in war.
Harry had no intention of hiding it. The truth was, he needed it to deal with Thanos's army.
Tony asked thoughtfully, "Who are we fighting?"
"The one you're thinking of—the mastermind behind the New York attack. His name is Thanos, a cosmic-scale war maniac."
The people present exchanged looks. But aside from Tony, most of them knew little about space fleets. Most were still stuck on the fact that the Osborn Group had shot down a Research Ship thousands of miles away.
But Harry had not lied to them. Thanos would come sooner or later, and his fleet was formidable.
For a transmigrator, placing his hopes on defeating Thanos with ground forces was undoubtedly leaving too much to chance—
Thanos's fleet was fully capable of bombarding Earth from orbit until it became a lifeless planet. He had never done so, but that possibility had to be eliminated.
And placing their hopes on Captain Marvel... that was even more absurd.
"You can ask about this guy anywhere in the universe. He's a lunatic, a different kind of **ism, and he's already orchestrated multiple massacres across the cosmos."
"For what?" Tony wanted to know the reason.
"I don't know. At least, not yet. All we know is that he randomly selects half the people on a planet for slaughter." Harry spread his hands. He was only stating the facts.
As for the excuse that killing half the population would ease a resource crisis, he figured everyone present