“……! What kind of outrageous disrespect is that—!”
“Director.”
Director Jang Ilhyun flared up, then abruptly stopped.
To the director’s left.
Kim Sigyun, who had stopped him, calmly answered Timothy.
“What you just said sounds to me like you’re willing to go to war with us. Are you confident you can handle that?”
This time, the Americans shot to their feet in outrage.
“[Captain, watch what you say! We do not shy away from a fight brought to our doorstep. We are the United States of America.]”
“So what? We are the Republic of Korea. Have you forgotten whose homeland this country is? Think again about which side is throwing a tantrum right now, demanding that we let them meet someone.”
“[Now listen here, Captain Kim!]”
The person who had shouted in anger involuntarily flinched.
Kim Sigyun’s expression had hardened, and at some point his gaze had become so vicious that it was enough to make one’s knees go weak.
“[Why? Everyone knows that Aegis forms the core of America’s combat power. You’re telling us you intend to drive a nuclear-armed tank onto our soil. Did you honestly think we would simply sit here and comply?]”
The interpreter at this meeting was merely a formality anyway.
Kim Sigyun skipped the translation entirely, his fierce English…