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At the moment John finished speaking, Governor Marcus Reynolds went from surprise to extreme anger. His brows furrowed, facial muscles tensed, and his eyes flashed with fiery rage. He slammed the conference table heavily, his voice echoing like thunder throughout the entire conference room: "What do you mean by this? Threatening me? I am the governor of this planet! Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to say such things in front of me?"
Facing the governor's fury, John remained calm, speaking with firmness and sincerity: "Threat? Not at all. I am simply conveying an important message, a reminder from my employer. He once told me this: 'The Emperor's absolute power is quietly approaching. If the governor cannot respond to this crisis in time, then the Emperor's eyes will turn to him.'"
Governor Marcus's emotions seem to have reached a boiling point. He stood up and pointed forcefully at John, saying, "How dare you speak to me like this! I should arrest all of you crazy mercenaries right here!"
Facing the governor's anger, John remained calm and firm in his tone, saying, "Governor Marcus, I am not threatening you. This is a serious warning, one with severe consequences for all of us. We all know that the Empire will not tolerate chaos, especially on its planets."
But in the midst of this intense emotion, the governor suddenly paused, seeming to reflect on his actions. He took a deep breath, slowly returned to his seat, and the anger on his face gradually subsided. Picking up a cigar, he took a deep drag, exhaling smoke rings slowly. His voice gradually calmed down: "I will consider what you've said carefully. But before I take any action, I need more evidence. I cannot make a decision based solely on the word of a mercenary."
John nodded in understanding, keenly sensing the governor's emotional fluctuations during this brief confrontation. He knew that perhaps this conversation had already planted a seed in the governor's mind, paving the way to confront this chaotic crisis.
As soon as John finished speaking, he quickly turned to Governor Marcus Reynolds and said, "We have told you everything we know. If you can understand our warning, our mission is complete. We bid farewell for now." His tone was firm, revealing his awareness of the impending events.
Immediately, John gestured, and the other members of the mercenary group swiftly moved to the outer wall they had initially breached. Their movements were quick and skilled, demonstrating their efficient coordination as professional mercenaries.
During the retreat, John held a handgun and remained vigilant. His gaze quickly scanned the conference room, ensuring that no unexpected situations occurred. At the same time, his other hand swiftly operated the communicator on his wrist, attempting to contact Wind God-class: "Boudrias, where is Wind God-class? Come pick us up!"
Unexpectedly, the other end of the communicator was silent, with no response from Boudrias or any sign of Wind God-class. This unusual silence caused a bead of sweat to appear on John's forehead, and he began to feel a sense of unease. His brow furrowed as he quickly pondered the possible scenarios in his mind, while continuing to try to contact Wind God-class, but still receiving no response.
Governor Marcus Reynolds sat in his chair, leisurely propping up one leg, a hint of mockery in his eyes. His fingers lightly slid across the conference table, conjuring a transparent virtual projection screen that displayed the Wind God-class being slowly pulled into the governor's garage by an invisible force.
A contemptuous smile played at the governor's lips as he looked at John and his team, seemingly mocking their naivety. He leisurely remarked, "Do you think this is a place where you can come and go as you please? Singing songs, setting off fireworks, do you think our defenses will completely fail because of that?" His words carried a clear tone of sarcasm.
The governor took another deep drag of his cigar, the smoke swirling around him, adding a touch of mystery to the atmosphere. He continued, "Regardless of your intentions, your spacecraft is now under our control. As for your pilot, he must be out of his mind to think he could bluff his way through like this."
Suddenly, chaos erupted at the outer wall, and with heavy footsteps, a fully armed squad of guards emerged from behind John and his team. Their weapons were aimed at the mercenaries, and their cold, ruthless gazes stared through the scopes. Each guard moved with precision and decisiveness, clearly having undergone rigorous military training.
At the same time, the large door of the conference room was forcefully pushed open, and several well-equipped soldiers rushed in, quickly occupying strategic points and forming a tight encirclement. Their coordinated movements demonstrated extremely high combat capabilities and organizational discipline.
Governor Marcus Reynolds sat in his position, facing this sudden situation with a calm and relaxed demeanor. A faint smile hung on his lips, and a hint of satisfaction sparkled in his eyes. It seemed as if everything was within his expectations, and one could even say that it was a situation he had long arranged.
This sudden change put John and his team in an extremely disadvantageous position. They looked at each other, their eyes showing a hint of surprise and alertness, realizing that they might have fallen into a carefully designed trap. The Governor's smile, along with those cold gun barrels, silently told them that the situation was now completely under the Governor's control.
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