Byron felt as if he had been tricked.

What was initially thought to be a sound investment turned out to be a bottomless black hole.

As a businessman, what he cannot tolerate the most is loss.

It was worse than killing him.

"I need to know the progress of the plan, and exactly when I can get my assets back?"

Byron's angry tone reached the ears of the others.

However, no one cared about his feelings.

They are all S-class superhumans, and none of them are as noble as the other.

Even the country's leaders are just colleagues here.

Moreover, such an impure individual will be abandoned by the leader sooner or later.

Just like he enjoys exploiting the surplus value of others.

Once Byron loses his value, he will only become a consumable.

Of course, they cannot show it yet.

This guy's power is still somewhat useful.

Even if he wanted to quit, it was too late.

He was already unable to disembark when he reached the shelter.

There's only one path left to take until death.

"What's the rush? It'll be here soon, it won't be long."

"That's right, everything you lose now will be returned many times over in the future."

Why are you so fixated on your worthless assets? As long as you can survive, what isn't yours?

The responses from others were perfunctory.

"you!"

Byron clenched his fists, veins bulging.

He had never felt so humiliated.

Given his status, every appearance he makes in the United States is met with respect.

Instead, he felt undisguised ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) contempt and disdain here.

At first, they would at least put on an act, but now they don't even bother.

Byron was eager to fight back, demonstrate his strength, and give these people a taste of their power.

But the gaze cast by the leader, who had remained silent, was full of pressure.

Even Byron couldn't withstand this invisible pressure and take action.

He could instinctively feel fear simply from being watched.

This is definitely a monster.

It might be comparable to the legendary Super S-class in the Dragon Kingdom.

Despite possessing such power, they willingly hide here like cowards.

There's definitely something wrong with his brain!

Byron barely suppressed the urge to explode in anger.

Patience!

Since there's no way to back out, we have no choice but to take a gamble.

Once the shelter achieves its purpose, he will absolutely apply for the power to reclaim everything that belongs to him.

After all, a promise was made when we first started working together.

The leader of the shelter cannot go back on his word.

Byron gritted his teeth and turned his hatred to another target.

Damn China, damn the Countermeasures Bureau!

Finally, they stopped acting altogether.

Violence is the dominant theme of this world.

Just wait, with the support of the shelter, even Lou Wei will have to back down.

Thinking this way, Byron finally felt a little less anxious.

Imagining the future is indeed a good way to de-stress.

However, before he could relax for long, his subordinates sent him some startling information.

"What?! All my men are dead?!"

Byron's roar instantly shattered the false tranquility of the sanctuary's mysterious space.

One second he was fantasizing about the exhilarating revenge in the future, and the next second he was utterly terrified by this devastating news.

He suddenly jumped up from his seat.

The expensive armchair was overturned to the ground by his out-of-control movements.

The tremendous impact did nothing to drown out the panic and rage in his voice.

The businessman's calculating mind was instantly overwhelmed by this devastating news.

Those key pieces that were nurtured with astronomical sums of money and connections.

Those tentacles and foundations he had at the top of the secular power pyramid...

Gone? All gone?!

All the people he cultivated in politics have died.

This is a political group that he indirectly controls the direction of the country!

All ideas can be imposed on everyone in the United States through this group.

As long as he retains his political assets, he can still control every move the United States makes.

But now Byron is as if he has fallen from heaven to hell.

Originally, it was just a fall from heaven to earth.

Now that the bad news has arrived, it's all over in one fell swoop.

"Damn the Countermeasures Bureau! Damn the Dragon Kingdom! How dare they?!"

Byron's eyes were bloodshot, his eyeballs bulging from extreme shock and rage.

The veins on his hand, gripping the communicator tightly, were bulging, as if he wanted to crush the cold metal.

Normally, we could tolerate the deaths of people from the Sentinel organization.

After all, it is just a combination of force and assets.

It simply deprives a strong and healthy person of all their strength.

As long as I can still walk, I can still endure it.

But now, China is actually extending its reach into the US political arena!

Didn't we say we wouldn't interfere in each other's internal affairs?

Now look what happened, my hands and feet are all broken.

They no longer have the ability to interfere in the country's affairs.

This is not just a loss of assets; it is a complete castration of his political life!

It's a thousand times more painful than letting him go bankrupt!

Without these "spokespeople," his influence in the United States will crumble.

They might even lose the right to remain at the "table" of the shelter!

Fear, like a cold, venomous snake, coiled around his heart, intertwining with the raging fury of the heavens, causing his entire body to tremble violently.

"Damn it! Damn it!!"

This time, the defenses were completely breached.

Byron was almost out of his mind, wanting nothing more than to vent his anger and smash everything in front of him to pieces.

However, just as he was on the verge of exploding, a cold and heavy gaze fell upon him once again.

The shelter leader's gaze was like an invisible deep sea.

It instantly froze his out-of-control rage.

Intense fear instinctively gripped his throat.

His roar, which was about to burst forth, was abruptly swallowed back.

"sit down."

The flat voice reached Byron's ears.

The blond man stood frozen in place, his chest heaving violently, like a trapped beast with invisible chains around its neck.

"I asked you to sit down."

"......yes."

Byron snapped out of his death hallucination and sat back down in his seat, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

Others cast mocking glances their way, as if they were watching a clown show.

After a few seconds of calm, Byron finally regained his ability to speak.

He could only grit his teeth and say, "I have no way to interfere with the United States anymore. If you want to continue to push forward the plan, you can only rely on your own efforts. I think I have fulfilled my responsibilities."

Byron is now completely isolated and helpless.

If he were to appear in public, he would likely meet a violent end.

As an S-class ability user, he shouldn't be so pathetic.

But recent events in the United States have been too much of a challenge to his values.

Who would have thought that the S-class superhumans, who were practically walking nuclear weapons, could be almost all wiped out in such a short time?

Byron is the only remaining S-class superhuman in the United States.

This is the most terrifying.

Has the world progressed to the point where S-class superhumans are treated worse than dogs?

What kind of bullshit is expanding at this rate?

Byron just wanted to curse.

However, what they need to be more concerned about now is their status in the shelter.

The rest depends entirely on the leader's decision.

The leader simply stared at him indifferently, sensing the immense malice accumulating within the source fire of the man.

How efficient is the ruler of a country in committing evil deeds?

The basic structure of the safe house pillars is complete.

"You just need to hide here and do nothing."