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The situation inside the conference room is chaotic. The smoke from the explosive blast has not yet cleared, and the room is filled with the screams and panicked calls of people. In the sudden darkness and confusion, the conference room guards have not had time to react to what has happened, but John and Alixia have already sprung into action.
John's movements are swift and fierce, his hand strikes precisely at the vital points of the guards, quickly incapacitating them one by one. Each of his actions is highly efficient, rendering the guards powerless without the need for excessive force.
At the same time, Alixia's movements were more elegant and deadly. She used the blunt force of the gun stock to precisely strike the joints or heads of the guards, causing them to lose consciousness instantly. Her movements were as smooth as a dancer's, effortlessly knocking down each enemy with every attack.
Amidst this chaos, Karenmu and Taktron were responsible for covering and ensuring that John and Alixia's actions were not disturbed. Karenmu's large shield protected the team like a sturdy wall, while Taktron used his technical expertise to continuously monitor the surrounding situation, ready to respond to any potential changes at any time.
In just a few seconds, almost all of the guards in the meeting room were swiftly and silently knocked down, their bodies lying limp on the ground, becoming the unsuspecting victims of this attack. The four individuals' actions were efficient and precise, greatly reducing the time of the battle and potential risks.
Guided by Taktron, John, Alixia, and Karenmu quickly approached the position where the governor was located. In the meeting room, most of the dignitaries were already in chaos due to the explosion of the shock bomb, but Governor Marcus Reynolds remained seated at the head, appearing unusually calm in the face of the emergency situation.
Karenmu quickly raised his shield to block off one side of the meeting room, preventing any unexpected disturbances or attacks. His gaze was firm, and he exuded an imposing presence that could not be underestimated.
Taktron swiftly took out two grenades from his equipment, holding them in his hands, ready to respond to any sudden developments. His eyes were alert, constantly observing the surroundings.
Alixia stood at the exit of the conference room, her posture indicating that she was ready to intercept anyone attempting to escape or enter. Her movements were swift and agile, every muscle poised to spring into action.
Under this tight defense, John advanced step by step, gripping a handgun tightly and aiming it directly at Governor Marcus Reynolds. His gaze was firm and composed, his tone conveying an unchallengeable determination: "Governor Marcus Reynolds, we are the Deathwing Mercenary Corps. We have important intelligence to share with you that concerns the security of the entire Yakhanix star. Please remain calm and listen to our briefing."
The emergency lighting in the conference room suddenly turned on, illuminating the entire space and revealing the situation in the room. Under the lighting, most of the officials were horrified to find themselves being held hostage by the Deathwing Mercenary Corps. There was a tense and uneasy atmosphere in the air.
At that moment, a middle-aged man in official attire suddenly stood up and angrily shouted, "Ridiculous! This is outrageous! Allowing a group of mercenaries to barge into a highly secure conference room... What is the security force doing?!"
As his words were spoken, several other officials also began to get emotional, some in panic, some in anger, and the atmosphere in the room instantly became more tense. Some people started to quietly discuss, exchanging puzzled looks, unsure of what would happen next.
John remained calm, the handgun in his hand still steadily pointed at Governor Marcus Reynolds. His gaze was resolute and serious, showing his unquestionable determination and professionalism. He knew clearly that only by staying calm could he guide this high-risk operation in the right direction.
Governor Marcus Reynolds remained silent under the gun of John, his eyes revealing the calm and calculating nature of a strategist. He seemed to be evaluating the situation before him, considering how to handle this sudden crisis.
The atmosphere in the conference room was tense, with the emotions of every official resembling volcanic magma, ready to erupt at any moment. Faced with the sudden attack and chaos, some officials showed fear on their faces, some shouted in protest, and others frantically searched for an escape route. The clamor echoed in the cramped conference room, creating a sense of oppression, as the entire scene seemed on the verge of losing control.
John furrowed his brow, his eyes quickly scanning the room, trying to find the best course of action in this rapidly changing situation. He realized that if he didn't take control of the situation in time, things could deteriorate to an irreparable extent.
At that moment, Taktron tightly gripped two stun grenades in his hand, resembling timed bombs, indicating potential chaos and destruction. His voice calmly and firmly conveyed through the communicator, "Do you need me to use stun grenades to control these people, John?" He was prepared to execute the command at any moment, but also aware that such action could bring unforeseen consequences.
Just as John was about to speak, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted in the conference room. Governor Marcus Reynolds stood up abruptly, his face filled with anger and his eyes flashing with authority. He shouted loudly, "Quiet! All of you, quiet down! It's deafening!" His voice was like that of a roaring lion, shaking everyone in the room.
The governor's authority instantly brought the entire room to silence. All the officials turned their gaze towards him, even John and his team couldn't help but be drawn in by this presence of authority. Governor Marcus Reynolds, like an immovable mountain, stood at the center of the chaotic storm, as if he were the only one capable of calming the tempest. His gaze swept over everyone present, without needing to say much, his powerful presence had already spoken volumes.
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