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In an American breakfast diner, four people sat silently, digesting everything Alex had explained. The diner was filled with the quiet and cozy atmosphere of the morning, but at their table, there was a heavy mood. Each person's face bore a faint expression of worry and contemplation, as if their thoughts were far beyond the breakfast in front of them. The TV kept playing the news of the fall of Lato star, and each piece of news felt like a heavy blow to their hearts, reminding them of the brutal reality of this interstellar conflict.
The other customers in the diner seemed to pay little attention to the news on TV, either chatting and laughing or burying themselves in their own breakfast, creating a stark contrast with the four individuals. However, for Jim, Sarah, Emily, and Alex, the fate of Lato star was not just a piece of news, but a profound reflection on interstellar politics, power struggles, and the value of life.
There was almost no conversation among the four of them, each immersed in their own thoughts, trying to understand and accept the information revealed by Alex. During this time, they had experienced too many battles and challenges, each one a test of faith and humanity. And now, the fall of Lato star and Alex's plan had once again pushed them to the moral and ethical crossroads of choice.
The light music playing in the breakfast shop contrasted sharply with the news reports on the television, accentuating the heaviness of the situation. The silence of the four was not only a mourning for the fall of Lato star, but also a silent preparation for the unknown challenges of the future.
At the dining table, everyone gradually finished their breakfast in a silent and solemn atmosphere. There was hardly any conversation among them, perhaps due to the exhaustion from the hardships of the previous night, leaving them with no extra energy to communicate. It could also be the shock and disdain for the tragedy that occurred at Lato star. The breakfast plates on the table were gradually emptied, but the heavy atmosphere seemed to accumulate, like an invisible mist shrouding everyone's minds. No one was willing to break the silence first, as any words seemed so feeble under the weight of this tragic event. They quietly cleared the tableware, each lost in their own thoughts, filled with complex emotions towards the indifferent and chaotic world outside.
Alex stood up first, signaling to everyone that it was time to leave the breakfast place. Everyone silently followed him, still filled with contemplation about the previous topic, but slowly beginning to adjust their emotions and prepare to face the new day. They each returned to their cars, and for a moment, the car fell into a brief silence once again.
Alex started the vehicle, and it slowly traveled on the road, passing through the city streets in the morning. The city gradually woke up, with more pedestrians and vehicles appearing on the streets. However, Alex seemed accustomed to this and skillfully maneuvered the vehicle through the traffic.
Finally, they arrived at the residence of the Valkyrie mercenary group. It was a standalone building located in the city center, not particularly eye-catching, but it held a unique strategic position. From the outside, the building didn't look like a mansion or a luxury residence, but for the Valkyrie mercenary group, it undoubtedly served as a sanctuary in the bustling city.
Every time he comes back here, Jim can't help but wonder how much money Alex must have made to buy such a house in the heart of the city. It may not be the most luxurious place, but for their group of mercenaries, it is not just a place to live, but also a fortress for their teamwork and rest.
Alex skillfully steers the wheel as the iron gate of the house slowly rises, then he slowly backs the car into the garage. The vehicle stops precisely in the designated spot, and then everyone silently gets out of the car. The garage is dim and filled with the smell of dust, creating a stark contrast to the quietness inside and the hustle and bustle of the city outside.
On the side, several motorcycles were quietly parked. They were different from ordinary motorcycles, each equipped with the latest super-heavy particle engine as the motor, and equipped with a suspension system. Due to this advanced technology, they did not need tires. Their streamlined, jet-black exterior shone brightly in the dim garage, making them particularly eye-catching.
Jim couldn't contain his curiosity and admiration for these motorcycles. He reached out and touched their bodies, feeling the cool and smooth texture. These motorcycles not only represented the forefront of technology but also the pride of their mercenary group. Every time he saw these motorcycles, Jim couldn't help but stop and admire them, filled with endless imagination about future technology.
Jim was completely absorbed in admiring the motorcycles, his fingers delicately exploring their cool and flawless bodies, as if he could feel the astonishing speed and power they would unleash in the next moment. In this quiet garage, he could almost hear his own excited heartbeat, his love for these technological marvels transcending the limits of language.
However, in this intoxicating moment, Emily passed by him silently, with a hint of puzzlement and curiosity, and asked, "I really don't understand, what's so appealing about these motorcycles?" Her voice shattered the silence of the garage and brought Jim's reverie to an abrupt halt.
Jim turned around, a wicked smile appearing on his face, and a mischievous glint flashed in his eyes. He deliberately replied in a more sarcastic tone, "Oh, if a few beautiful female mercenaries walked in here, I guarantee I would shift my gaze from these motorcycles and focus solely on admiring them. After all, who doesn't like looking at beautiful women?" His words were full of mockery and provocation, as if intentionally challenging Emily's patience.
Emily's expression immediately became somewhat stiff, a hint of anger flashing in her eyes, clearly indicating that Jim's nasty sarcasm had displeased her. However, she took a deep breath, apparently not wanting to stoop to Jim's level. She gently shook her head, forced a faint smile, and said, "Really, why are you so unserious." Despite her attempt to conceal her displeasure, her tense shoulders and slightly lowered voice still revealed her inner discomfort.
In this world full of male mercenaries, Emily always tries to maintain her composure and professionalism. However, when faced with unexpected provocations like Jim's, even she can't help but feel a bit annoyed. Nevertheless, she knows that confronting Jim directly will only make things worse, so she chooses to remain silent and shift her focus to other matters. She silently reminds herself not to let such trivial matters affect her emotions.
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