"You see? I told you earlier that you were in trouble."
Seeing that things were going sideways, Michael Corvin hurried over to Dilos. The latter clicked his tongue and said helplessly, "Why does nobody believe me when I'm telling the truth?"
Michael Corvin replied, somewhat annoyed, "You didn't say I was in trouble just now. You only said you were going to help."
"It means the same thing. Why get hung up on the details?"
Dilos shrugged, paying no mind to the three armed men steadily approaching them.
In this situation, Michael Corvin had no time to argue about what Dilos said. He tugged at his clothes and urged, "The rain's heavy right now. Hurry, let's run! In weather like this, they might not be able to hit us."
"Come on, they're professional assassins. As long as they're close enough, they'll hit their mark every time, even in this weather."
Though he said that, Dilos had already begun circulating the vitality within his body at a furious pace, driving it through his blood and muscles to bring his physical abilities to their peak.
Back in the subway, Dilos had already tried using his psychic ability to immobilize the three men. But as soon as his mental power neared their psychic auras, it could go no farther. Based on his past experience, there was only one explanation: all three were wearing Mental Control Blockers.
Three professional assassins, all equipped with Mental Control Blockers—that clearly meant they weren't backed by an ordinary organization. As far as Dilos knew, only S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were commonly issued devices like these. Anyone else would need deep pockets just to have a chance of getting their hands on one.
And judging by the way they walked, as if their feet were rooted to the ground, these three