"Make your decision already. Are you going to let me spare you?"
"Or make me take on the military?"
Dilos's outrageously arrogant threat not only filled the United States higher-ups before him, including the president, with rage, but also left Nick Fury, the elderly man, and Maria Hill, who had yet to leave, deeply displeased.
Beyond that, all they felt toward Dilos was fear and helplessness.
Dilos's words had awakened them. With his abilities, taking on an entire country alone would be like a burly man dismantling a complicated toy.
It might take some time, but he truly had the ability to destroy this country.
To put it bluntly, Dilos could start a world war by himself and win it with ease.
After hearing this, the American higher-ups fell silent. Their expressions shifted again and again, letting Dilos witness firsthand what a group facial-expression performance looked like.
Unfortunately, Dilos was in no mood to appreciate it.
"What? You don't want to choose?"
Dilos bared his teeth, revealing those terrifying canines as arcs of golden-blue electricity suddenly flickered across his body.
"Fine, then I'll help you choose. How about you pick the latter?"
As he spoke, Dilos stretched his limbs, and tiny and large cracks immediately appeared across the surrounding floor and walls.
"I'm a helpful businessman. I guarantee I'll wipe you out completely—not even your friends and family will be left."
"!!!!"*N
Dilos's words made their faces change repeatedly. This threat was too shameless, too utterly devoid of limits, too disgusting. Even the other three people in the conference room felt immense pressure, despite knowing Dilos would not cause them trouble.
Many people might not fear their own deaths, but most feared implicating their friends and family.
Thus, Dilos's words became the final straw that broke them.
"Please wait, Mr.