Rhinefield Middle School.
Afternoon, 14:20.
Outside the conference room.
"Rockefeller, are you sure this handgun won't kill anyone?" Holding a handgun, Sophie once again questioned Rockefeller, who stood before her giving his solemn assurance.
"I'm sure. This gun won't kill anyone."
Rockefeller nodded firmly. He had already tested it in secret. It was a handgun that could not kill.
"This isn't Aedisi. Where did you get this?"
Sophie once again eyed the Glock in her hand dubiously, and she was intensely curious about how Rockefeller had obtained it.
Gun laws varied among the countries of Youyang. Some had extremely strict gun laws that prohibited private ownership, while others permitted private ownership but required the relevant licenses.
Overall, the countries of Youyang took a fairly strict approach to gun control. In the Berlin Region, private gun ownership required extremely rigorous screening and authorization, and approval was granted only in very rare cases, such as for hunters or gun enthusiasts. In addition, the law required all firearms to be registered and stored in designated security cabinets.
"That's a secret," Rockefeller said with an air of mystery.
Watching the secretive Rockefeller, Sophie rolled her eyes helplessly. He had quite a few secrets. Although she was very curious, she would not pry too deeply into such private matters.
"Before we start, let's go over the plan again," Rockefeller said seriously to Sophie.
"Everyone in the Club is gathered in the conference room now, and all the school's teachers and students are attending this meeting. In a little while, Mr. Hilton will deliver his so-called speech about the Club's future here, and our job is to stop him. Of course, we won't stop him in a straightforward way. We need to do it with a bit of a shock."
"You've seen those flyers I handed