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As Alex's words slowly spread throughout the car, a heavy atmosphere followed. His voice was low and serious, conveying a seriousness that could not be ignored. "Do you know how many groups of mercenaries I killed on my way to the White Lotus Group after seeing the wanted notice?" This sentence made Jim, Sarah, and Emily all tighten their hearts involuntarily.
Alex continued, "A total of four groups, as if this fifty thousand is their lives." His gaze was firm, seemingly reminding everyone in the car that even for experienced mercenaries like them, this bounty was not a simple game. This fifty thousand Star Alliance coins was enough to make many people risk their lives.
As Alex's profound words spread inside the car, the car slowly drove onto the overpass. At this moment, the expected smooth traffic suddenly turned into a slow flow. The morning sunlight sprinkled on the overpass, forming a strong contrast with the heavy atmosphere inside the car. Alex's serious reminder made Jim, Sarah, and Emily all fall into contemplation, realizing the dangerous situation they were in.
"Four groups of mercenaries, all for this 500,000 Star Alliance credits..." Alex's words reiterated the serious situation they were facing. In this world, the value of life can be so easily quantified by money. The car slowly drove on the overpass, and the city's morning had already begun to bustle. The clear silhouette of the distant skyline appeared particularly charming in the morning mist. Accompanied by the sound of the wind coming from outside the car window, this tranquility made the atmosphere inside the car even more oppressive.
Suddenly, the traffic became unusually slow, seemingly due to a traffic jam on the overpass ahead. It turned out to be the result of the morning rush hour, with countless vehicles squeezed together, unable to move forward or backward. Alex complained discontentedly, "This is ridiculous. Going out at this time, traffic jams are as inevitable as breakfast." Hearing Alex's complaint, the others in the car couldn't help but show a bitter smile.
As the car slowly moved forward on the overpass, the morning light gradually brightened, and the golden rays penetrated the thin mist, shining on the traffic, enveloping each car in a soft halo. This beautiful scene formed a sharp contrast with the tense atmosphere inside the car, prompting deep emotions about this complex and ever-changing world.
As the traffic gradually moved forward, Alex's words once again captured the attention of everyone in the car. The morning light outside tinted the entire city with a layer of gold, but the atmosphere inside the car became even more solemn because of Alex's words. He casually recounted his actions as if those thrilling experiences were just a part of his daily life.
"Anyway, on my way, after killing a few mercenaries, I went to White Lotus Group to have a chat with that bastard Idara White Lotus," Alex said in a flat tone, as if discussing something extremely ordinary. "He didn't want to talk, so I had no choice but to detonate the prepared explosives." This statement was like a shockwave, making the atmosphere inside the car even heavier for a moment.
The car continued to move forward in the morning light, and Alex's words revealed another understanding of the value of life. Although his actions seemed extremely crazy and extreme to others, in this world full of danger and uncertainty, it seemed to have become a necessary means of survival for them.
As Jim, Sarah, and Emily listened to Alex's account, they were shocked but also couldn't completely deny that Alex's actions, to some extent, relieved them of a big trouble. In this world full of darkness and conspiracy, every choice is filled with difficulty and challenge, and what Alex did may be just to enable them to continue moving forward in this world.
The car slowly traverses the traffic on the overpass, and the surrounding scenery gradually becomes clearer. However, the people in the car are all immersed in their own thoughts, filled with more uncertainty and contemplation about the future.
On the overpass, the traffic is slow, and the morning sunlight filters through the clouds, casting a faint glow. The atmosphere inside the car is unusually heavy. Alex leans against the driver's seat, one hand casually resting on the steering wheel, the other gently propping up his chin. His gaze seems to penetrate the traffic ahead, lost in his own thoughts. "So now that White Lotus Group is gone, your wanted warrants are gone, and old Douglas is also fine, just like that," he says in a calm voice, as if narrating a very ordinary matter.
At this moment, Emily's question struck at the heart of the silence, her voice filled with incomprehension and anger, expressing strong dissatisfaction with Alex's decision to act alone. "Alex... you should have told us, we could have helped you, right? It's not good for you to do this on your own, is it?" Her words were like a sharp arrow, attempting to pierce through the lone ranger's determination.
Alex turned his head, his gaze sharp as it fell on Emily. His response was cold and direct, carrying a kind of ruthless determination. "I don't need your help," his voice was like a blade, each word deliberate, "This is something that should be resolved by me alone. How could you understand, being on the edge of life and death, the tension and pressure where every step could lead to death?" Alex's words seemed to freeze in the air, making the atmosphere inside the car even heavier.
Emily was shocked by this cold response. The trust and support she had expected among her teammates had shattered in this moment. She tried to argue back, but the words got stuck in her throat and ultimately went down silently.
The car continued to move slowly on the overpass, each carrying its own story and destination. They were at the crossroads of this story, facing an unknown future and irreversible choices. Alex's cold decision was not only a response to Emily, but also a declaration of the team's future direction.
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