The soldier froze for a moment, but immediately obeyed the order.
He removed his exoskeleton, rifle, and hand grenades and placed them on the conveyor belt, where they disappeared into the depths of the passage.
He himself was guided past one sophisticated medical instrument after another, their blue-green indicator lights flashing.
A group of medical staff and researchers, also wearing protective suits, scurried back and forth before the instruments like worker ants.
They swept various probes over him, drew blood, collected tissue samples...
Every person was treated as a biochemical virus source of the highest level, with everyone on full alert.
The soldiers who followed went through the same process.
A long line of Expeditionary Force soldiers soon formed before the portal.
Although the soldiers moved quickly, the procedures were extremely cumbersome.
From full-body scans to blood sampling, and then to individual psychological evaluation rooms for one-on-one questioning by specialists.
Every step carried the tension of being on full alert.
The strange, disjointed scene left the Four Races of the Terra Continent dumbfounded.
They could not understand why these soldiers returning in triumph had to undergo such stringent examinations.
Normally, shouldn't flowers and fine wine have been prepared to welcome them?
While the personnel queued, shipments of various equipment were interspersed among them to ensure the portal's throughput was used to its fullest.
Standing nearby, Lin Mo frowned at the line of people that barely seemed to move.
Half an hour had passed, and fewer than a platoon had made it through.
He walked over to Zhao Gang.
"Big Brother Zhao, this is too slow. There are over twenty thousand of us. How long will it take to get everyone through?"
Zhao Gang looked at the complicated procedures beyond the portal and shook his head.
"There's no helping it. This