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Alixia's body was surrounded by an invisible anger, her abilities seemed to be boiling, ready to erupt at any moment. She gritted her teeth tightly, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes as she said sharply, "Damn it... we're surrounded!" The atmosphere around them became even more tense, everyone feeling the oppressive force of Alixia's abilities, knowing that she was ready to fight.
In this extreme situation, Taktron appeared unusually calm, his hands constantly and quickly pressing on his arm armor, trying to find any possible solution. Unfortunately, their only means of escape - the Wind God-class - was completely offline at this moment, losing contact with them. What's worse, the artificial intelligence on the Wind God-class that always provided help in times of crisis, Boudrias, seemed to have truly fallen into the hands of the enemy.
Faced with such a desperate situation, Taktron, under the cover of his teammates, finally stopped his futile attempts. He looked up at John with some helplessness and said in a deep voice, "Boss... we really have no way out." This sentence seemed to be a judgment on the current desperate situation and a helpless acceptance of what might happen next.
John looked somewhat unwillingly at the soldiers who were gradually surrounding them. Their steps were firm, their eyes indifferent, clearly prepared for battle. At that moment, Governor Marcus slowly stood up. With his back facing everyone present, he gazed into the distance outside the window, as if their presence meant nothing to him. This indifferent attitude added a few more chills to the tense atmosphere.
The Governor's voice echoed in the silent room, carrying an unquestionable authority: "Deathwing members... please cooperate a little. I have heard your appeals." He turned slowly, his gaze sweeping over each member of the group. The icy indifference in his eyes seemed to suggest that their fate was sealed. Then, with a contemptuous smile, he continued, "Next, please accept the punishment you deserve... right?"
Marcus's words made the atmosphere in the room even more solemn. John and his team exchanged a glance, a look of determination and unwavering faith in the face of an impending unknown challenge.
John carefully examined the situation in front of him and realized that they were in a desperate situation. After a struggle and inner turmoil, he finally made a difficult decision. The heavy sound of his gun symbolized a helpless surrender as it fell to the ground. Immediately, he raised his hands, signaling surrender to the soldiers present.
Seeing this, Alixia was burning with anger and indignantly questioned, "Damn it! Are you not even going to fight?" Her voice was filled with disappointment and incomprehension, unable to accept John's easy surrender.
John responded with a calm look and said, "Believe me, this is the best choice." There was no hint of regret in his voice, only a decision made after careful consideration of the current situation.
Karenmu also knew that the situation couldn't be changed. He dropped his heavy hammer to the ground and then took a kneeling position to pray, hoping to find a glimmer of hope.
Alixia finally had to accept this cruel reality. She angrily slammed her weapon to the ground, but her pride prevented her from surrendering like the others. Her stance remained firm and unyielding, maintaining the dignity of a warrior even in the face of such despair.
In the tense atmosphere, Taktron slowly placed his tactical backpack on the ground, his movements carrying a hint of resignation and heaviness. Then, in a low voice, he asked John with eyes filled with hopeful expectation, "Boss... have you thought about what to do?" His words conveyed a sense of worry, and the uncertainty of the future made him anxious.
John heard Taktron's question, lowered his head, and fell silent for a moment. In this moment, his silence was not only a response to Taktron's question, but also a reflection of the uncertainty deep within himself. Faced with such a difficult situation, even he, an experienced and decisive captain, felt unprecedented powerlessness and confusion.
Finally, John lifted his head, with a hint of determination in his eyes, but still with a trace of helplessness in his tone, he softly replied, "We'll take it one step at a time." This simple statement contains too much meaning - on this unknown and dangerous path, they can only rely on each other, face every challenge, do their best, even though the future is full of uncertainty.
As the soldiers' footsteps rapidly approached, John and his team found themselves surrounded by a rapidly spreading iron-blooded group. The air seemed filled with the smell of war, and the soldiers' footsteps sounded like war drums, tense and threatening. Their firearms were not just weapons, but also tools to suppress willpower, rudely touching John and his team's backs, each contact a provocation against their fighting spirit, forcing them to bend their backs, with nowhere to escape.
Among this team, a man wearing a dignified military cap stood out, his presence like an unshakeable mountain, causing the surrounding soldiers to seem to revolve around him. His steps were firm, each one seeming particularly important, as if his footsteps at this critical moment set the tone for the situation. When he reached an open area, he stopped, turned to face the distant Governor Marcus, and loudly reported, his voice echoing in the silent space with unquestionable power: "Governor, the enemy has all surrendered!"
His words cut through the air, and then he paused slightly, as if considering how to express the next words. A hint of inquiry flashed in his eyes, as if seeking deeper instructions. His tone then became heavier, almost commanding, as he posed a shocking question: "Should we kill him on the spot?" This question was not only a report to Marcus, but also a probe into the tense situation, putting everyone's fate on the line. John and his team felt an unprecedented sense of oppression at that moment, as if their lives were hanging by a thread on the man's words.
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