Alex drove his motorcycle down from the bridge, as the traffic gradually thinned out, his speed increased. The city's night view gradually changed from dense car lights and neon to towering buildings in the distance. The air seemed fresher, away from the hustle and bustle of the city center. His gaze quickly swept over a few buildings nearby, but his attention was soon drawn to the shining building ahead - The Light of Edeias, a place only accessible to the wealthy and social elite.
Behind the windscreen, a hint of disdain flashed in Alex's eyes as he muttered under his helmet, "Hmph... rich people." He was not interested in this symbol of luxury and display of wealth. To him, it was just another location for a mission.
Immediately, Alex pushed the throttle even deeper, and the motorcycle's super-heavy sub-engine emitted a more resolute hum. The suspension system allowed the motorcycle to glide almost seamlessly along the ground, and his figure swiftly shuttled through the night, heading straight for the architectural complex representing power and wealth—The Light of Edeias. This commission may be mysterious and challenging, but Alex is ready to face it, no matter where this adventure may take him.
As Alex drove the motorcycle into the area, he found himself surrounded by luxury sedans and sparkling sports cars, each representing privilege and wealth, in stark contrast to his motorcycle. This sense of being out of place made him smile, a smile tinged with disdain and scorn.
His experiences on the battlefield have exposed him to the true test of life and death, forming a stark contrast with the luxury and comfort here. In his mind, the rich who are accustomed to luxurious living would appear extremely ridiculous when faced with the Xyphos creatures from another planet, showing expressions of fear and helplessness.
Alex's heart is filled with the indifference of a warrior, not interested in the material pleasures of this world. He values strength and the instinct for survival more. In his view, these people surrounded by luxury have never experienced real challenges and threats. Their world is too narrow, unaware of how cruel the universe outside can be.
As the sound of the motorcycle engine reverberated through the quiet community, Alex accelerated forward, pushing aside these thoughts. For him, the most important thing now was to complete the task at hand, and he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
As Alex's motorcycle leisurely approached the magnificent gates of The Light of Edeias, he was deeply impressed by the grand arch and the solemn security team standing nearby. Everything silently proclaimed the transcendent status and extraordinary grandeur of this place. Every inch of land, every detail here exuded the taste of nobility and power, arousing curiosity about life within this community.
However, Alex had just parked his motorcycle when a group of well-equipped security personnel quickly surrounded him. The low, threatening hum of their electric batons filled the air, enclosing him in an impenetrable circle. Their movements were skilled and swift, clearly the result of professional training, showing no mercy to anyone who entered without permission.
One burly, sharp-eyed security officer stepped forward, his voice amplified to reach the entire entrance area: "Unidentified intruder, analysis in progress... Mercenary, threat level A, prepare for immediate expulsion!" His words carried a commanding tone, leaving no room for negotiation.
Alex's heart sank, but he maintained a calm exterior. He knew that such treatment might be normal for outsiders entering a high-end community like The Light of Edeias. Quickly assessing the situation, he prepared to explain his purpose for being there while also considering how to handle the unexpected situation. Faced with the tight security of these guards, Alex knew that any careless action could lead to unnecessary conflict. He needed to find a solution that would protect himself without escalating tensions.
As the security guards' steps became more intense, compressing the air and making it hard to breathe, Alex remained calmly unchanged. He slowly raised his hands, showing them in a non-threatening manner. Then, he skillfully lifted the visor of his helmet, revealing a confident smile, and attempted to break the tension with a light-hearted tone: "Hey hey hey! Let's all calm down. I've been entrusted by a distinguished individual in this building to come here for a meeting. I have no hostile intentions in being here!" His voice was persuasive, trying to make the others understand that he was not an enemy.
However, these security personnel, who have undergone strict training and only act on orders, seem to be unconvinced by Alex's words. Their expressions remain cold and unyielding, with eyes revealing unwavering vigilance. They continue to advance towards Alex, their steps unrelenting. These security personnel operate like precisely calculated machines, executing the same set of procedures for anyone unauthorized to enter, without a hint of emotion.
In this tense atmosphere, Alex realizes that verbal explanations alone may not be enough to make these security personnel retreat. He quickly begins to consider the next steps in his action plan, thinking about how to persuade this group of security personnel of his legitimate identity and the fact that he was indeed invited, without triggering a larger conflict. Alex knows that he must find a more effective way to prove his innocence and the fact that he was invited, or else this unexpected standoff may become even more complicated.
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