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Lucy furrowed her brows, staring at the figure for the registration fee. "5,000 federal coins! This is too expensive!" Her voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction and doubt. Jack, standing beside her, glanced calmly at the price tag at the registration desk. "It's normal in the arena," he said in a calm and deep voice, showing his familiarity with this world.
The two continued to argue in front of the registration desk, with Lucy trying to negotiate the price. Her expression and gestures changed, sometimes angry, sometimes helpless, and sometimes determined. Jack, on the other hand, stood quietly to the side, gazing into the distance as if he was already accustomed to this kind of situation.
After several rounds of negotiation, the registration officer began to show some impatience, but Lucy seemed unfazed. She persisted in her efforts, continuously lowering her price demands in the hope of obtaining a more reasonable price.
"4800 federal coins, that's our bottom line," the registration officer finally spoke, his tone revealing a hint of impatience.
Lucy pursed her lips, as if she still wanted to continue fighting, but at this moment, Jack gently patted her shoulder. She turned her head and looked at Jack, who shook his head slightly, indicating for her to accept the price.
"See, it's still somewhat useful, isn't it?" Lucy showed a proud smile, seemingly quite satisfied with being able to lower the price.
Jack just smiled and handed in the registration form.
At this moment, in a dimly lit room, the faint light reflected the face of a mysterious figure. He sat at a low table, flipping through the list of registrations. When his eyes passed over the name "Hawkeye," his brow furrowed slightly, and a hint of contemplation flashed in his eyes.
The mysterious figure's finger paused on that name, and some fragments of memory seemed to surface in his mind, but he quickly suppressed them. He knew that behind that name lay an extraordinary story, and it was for such stories that he lived.
He quickly picked up the communicator and lightly pressed one of the buttons, causing it to emit a faint beeping sound. Before long, a virtual image appeared on the communicator's screen: a figure dressed in black hunter attire, the very bounty hunter known as "Silver snake".
"I have a job for you, which should not be difficult for you," the mysterious figure's voice was low and calm, conveying an unquestionable sense of command, "I want you to participate in the 'Grand competition' with the target being 'Hawkeye.'"
The eyes of 'Silver snake' flashed with excitement as he stared closely at the mysterious figure on the communicator. Although he was a bounty hunter, he dared not be negligent in carrying out the orders of this mysterious figure. "I will complete the mission," Silver snake's voice was full of confidence. He knew that this mission would be an important milestone in his hunter career.
The mysterious figure nodded, and then the screen of the communicator went dark. He flipped through the registration list again, a hint of complexity flashing in his eyes. He knew that this "Grand competition" would not just be an ordinary competition, but would involve a larger conspiracy that would affect the fate of the entire city. And "Hawkeye" would be the key to this conspiracy.
A few days later, as the broadcast system of the arena suddenly sounded, the voice of the host echoed throughout the arena. "Dear audience, welcome to today's Mecha Grand competition! In this highly sensational event, we will witness the superb skills of two top mecha pilots and their intense confrontation!" The crowd erupted into enthusiastic applause, and the host's words only heightened everyone's anticipation.
"First of all, wow~ Not simple at all! Let's welcome our first contestant - former special troops member from FAF, 'Hawkeye' Jack Thompson!"
A strong spotlight shines on Jack's mech "Hawkeye," his face faintly visible. Standing in the cockpit, his gaze is deep and resolute.
"Next up! Sss...sss... Be careful, the opponent should watch out, the big snake is coming! Walking the world with the code name Silver snake, let's give a round of applause for the bounty hunter 'Silver snake', the driver of 'Lightning'!"
On the other side of the arena, the figure of the "Lightning" mech shimmered in the light. The face mask of Silver snake concealed his expression, but his calm demeanor undoubtedly displayed a high level of confidence.
"The two players are ready, let's wait and see, an extraordinary battle is about to unfold!"
The host's voice gradually fades, replaced by the anticipation and excitement of the audience. All eyes are focused on the two mechs, waiting for the exciting battle to begin.
Both sides slowly stepped into the arena from the entrance. The Falcon Mech was tall and mighty, with simple yet sturdy lines, as if it were a resolute warrior. Its understated and practical appearance was further accentuated by the dark gray tones.
The arena was packed with spectators, but when they saw the Falcon Mech, their faces did not show much admiration or amazement. Instead, they seemed uninterested in the mech's practical design, and their gaze did not focus on the "Falcon" as expected.
On the other side of the arena, a mech named "Lightning" drew enthusiastic cheers in stark contrast. This mech left a deep impression with its cool appearance, primarily in silver-gray and black, accented with blue lights, reminiscent of lightning tearing through the sky. Standing at approximately 5 meters tall, its compact body was designed like a beam of light, ready to dash through the wind. It was equipped with two lightning-like energy swords emitting dazzling arcs, a multi-tube rocket launcher on the left shoulder, a light laser cannon on the right shoulder emitting a faint brilliance, and short-range flight boosters on the back, showcasing the Lightning mech's exceptional mobility.
The contrast between "Falcon" and "Lightning" drew the audience's attention to the latter, with applause and cheers resounding. It seems that a cool appearance indeed can ignite people's passion.
A battle is about to begin, and the atmosphere in the arena instantly becomes tense. Two mechs stand parallel in the center of the arena, as if two warriors are waiting for a life-and-death duel.
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