On the fifteenth day, Shangjing Base's inner city went into complete lockdown. Everyone entering the inner city had to present identification and undergo the highest level of inspection, inside and out.
Outside the conference building, an enormous queue had formed. Those with military ranks wore their uniforms, while the important non-staff personnel without ranks were impeccably dressed, plainly demonstrating the importance of this meeting.
"Lieutenant General, please hand over your firearms." A staff member stopped Chen Shaoye as he was about to enter, his tone polite yet neither servile nor overbearing.
Chen Shaoye looked at the Doom Sniper Rifle on his back. On second thought, the weapon really was unsuitable for the conference hall. If it accidentally went off, people could die.
So Chen Shaoye did not make things difficult for him and obediently handed over his weapon. What surprised him, however, was that the Doom Sniper Rifle, whose weight alone could crush an ordinary person, seemed weightless in the man's hands. He casually caught it and placed it in a box.
The man even politely told Chen Shaoye, "It will be returned to you after the meeting, Lieutenant General. Please rest assured."
"Oh, oh." Chen Shaoye nodded blankly, unable to help giving the man several more looks before continuing forward with a face full of admiration.
"Wait a moment, Lieutenant General." The man stopped Chen Shaoye again, smiling as he pointed at Chen Shaoye's waist. "Your handgun must also be handed over."
Chen Shaoye frowned. "Come on, that's unnecessary, isn't it? Who doesn't carry a handgun for self-defense?"
The other man smiled and casually glanced at a general beside them who was likewise handing over his weapons. Then he looked back at Chen Shaoye. "Sorry, Lieutenant General. Those are the rules. Everyone must comply."
The implication was obvious: even