Military vehicles! Their appearance at this particular moment was highly intriguing.
And anyone could tell that the convoy was headed straight for the Aircraft Manufacturing Plant—the plant was the only destination along this asphalt road.
The chubby young man suddenly felt uneasy. With the military involved, was this really still something to joke about?
At some point, two news vans had parked in the distance, their CCTV logos exceptionally conspicuous. A sharp-looking young man was speaking nonstop in front of a camera, with the Phantom Immortal Aircraft Manufacturing Plant behind him.
The military convoy reached the entrance. Two retractable gates slowly opened, and the vehicles drove straight inside.
Although the reporters were eager to rush in after them, several soldiers armed with loaded weapons took up positions on either side after the last vehicle stopped. Their intention to guard the entrance was unmistakable.
Uh, was this place under military control now?
Would they still be allowed to report on it?
The reporters outside were frustrated. They had all come of their own accord, and none had received an invitation from Phantom Immortal Technology. Who knew what the company's stance would be?
If they simply refused to let them in to cover the event, all they could do was stand there helplessly.
Still, even if they couldn't get inside, nobody would leave. After all, this event involved a plane taking flight. Even without entering the site, they could still film it from outside. At worst, they wouldn't be able to conduct interviews and would have to provide their own commentary.
As everyone hesitated, two people wearing Threadline Technology work uniforms came out through the entrance.
One of them, a young man around thirty, said, "Hello, everyone. I'm Wang Baode, captain of the Phantom Immortal Security Company's security team stationed at the