The hospital room fell silent.
Tony had been reaching for the clothes by his bed, but his hand stopped in midair, his brows knotting tightly.
Wiped out?
Even now, remembering the oppressive power those guys had displayed in the South American Rainforest made Tony's back teeth ache. They were the strongest enemies he had ever faced.
"What do you mean, wiped out?"
Tony stared at Simona, firing off questions. "All dead? Not even bones left? Vaporized on the spot?"
Lucian's past methods, simple and brutal, flashed through his mind. If Lucian had rushed back and gone all out, blasting those aliens into dust was entirely possible.
But that was hardly good news. Tony drew a breath, his voice rising. "What about that thing deep inside the Earth? That so-called Celestial-is it dealt with for good? Could it still wake up? If we haven't even figured out what's going on, Earth could pop like a kernel of popcorn at any moment!"
Simona's expression remained unchanged as she lightly tapped the tablet in her hand with her fingertips.
"I cannot guarantee whether they are alive or dead at present, Mr. Stark. But I can confirm that the boss brought all the invaders back. Every last one."
Tony froze. "Brought them back? Alive?"
"These targets possess such dangerous individual combat capabilities and such immense destructive power that conventional detention facilities simply cannot contain them."
Simona looked up at everyone. "So, while the boss recuperates, he is personally confining and guarding all the prisoners. As for the information concerning what lies underground, the boss said that once he has dealt with the potential threats currently at hand, he will compile a complete report to share with you."
"Whew..."
Tony let out a long breath, his shoulders sagging as the faint blue glow in his