Seeing the ID card handed over by Beison, Ling Chen reached out to take it and clipped it to his collar, then glanced at the list in his hand. Jack had arranged for them to pose as journalists from a media outlet, and the list contained names of employees from that outlet.

After memorizing the names and positions on the list, Beison had already driven them to the Yingtai Group.

After getting out of the car, Beison opened the trunk and took out the camcorder, camera, and some shooting equipment. Ling Chen carried a camcorder, following Beison and Zhu Qing directly to the main entrance.

At this time, it was already six o’clock in the evening, and the entrance of the Yingtai Group was lined with long queues, all of them guests attending the military seminar. It’s worth noting that Yingtai Group was very serious about security; regardless of what country’s military top brass you were, everyone received the same treatment, and had to pass security checks at the entrance to get in. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

To expedite the security checks, the Yingtai Group had arranged a total of three security teams.

After waiting outside for more than twenty minutes, it was finally Ling Chen’s group’s turn.

A security officer, carefully scrutinizing Ling Chen, asked, "What’s your name?"

"Carey." Ling Chen reported the name on his ID card.

The security officer glanced at the invitation list, then pointed at the camcorder in Ling Chen’s hand and said, "Take off all the electronic devices you’re carrying."

Ling Chen complied without saying a word. Soon, two security officers used professional scanning equipment to scan Ling Chen and his electronic devices. After repeated checks, confirming that there were no issues, Ling Chen was finally allowed to pass.

Soon after, Zhu Qing and Beison also passed the security checks and reunited with Ling Chen inside the Yingtai Group building.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a suit approached with a smile and warmly extended his hand, "Mr. Carey, hello, I’m Steven, responsible for your reception here. I heard you’re journalists from WTC. I once met your chairman Frank. Is he doing well?"

Ling Chen’s eyes flickered, and he smiled, saying, "Mr. Steven, I think you might be mistaken. Our chairman isn’t Frank, but Aoki."

"Aoki?" Steven patted his forehead, making an apologetic gesture, "I’m really sorry, I must have mixed it up. Please, this way, I’ve arranged seats for you."

Following Steven, Ling Chen’s group exchanged a glance and let out a breath of relief simultaneously. Fortunately, Jack was thorough in his preparation; otherwise, Steven’s questioning earlier might have exposed them.

Entering the venue, Ling Chen glanced around and noticed that by this time, at seven o’clock, nearly a hundred seats were more than half occupied. To his surprise, he found many familiar faces, leaders from some organizations, and international arms dealers. Back in the "Ghost" days, these people had been his homework.

"Mr. Carey, your seats are over here." Steven led Ling Chen’s group to the last row of the venue.

"Alright, thank you, Mr. Steven."

"You’re welcome! Please carry on, I have other guests to attend to." With that, Steven turned and left the venue.

To avoid suspicion, Ling Chen’s group set up the camcorder earnestly, while observing the venue’s situation. In front of the seating area was a stage, equipped with a large LCD screen. Besides the lectern on the stage, there was no other decoration.

"Mr. Ling, my phone has no signal."

Hearing Beison, Ling Chen took out his phone from his pocket and saw that the signal bars were all empty. There’s no need to wonder; Yingtai Group likely had installed signal jamming devices around. Once the cellphone signals are blocked, if anyone uses other equipment to communicate externally, the technical team from Yingtai Group would be able to accurately pinpoint the transmission signal and the location.

Tsk tsk!

Got to admit, Yingtai Group’s security measures are watertight.

"How do we relay signals to the outside later?" Zhu Qing asked softly.

"Don’t rush, let’s assess the situation first."

Around seven-twenty, everyone had arrived at the venue, and all the over one hundred seats were filled, showing how much importance various countries placed on this new weapon.

Seven-thirty!

As the seminar officially kicked off, a fifty-something white man stepped onto the stage, immediately sparking hearty applause.

"Mr. Ling, he’s the president of Yingtai Group, Seland. It’s said that he was the mastermind behind the operation against the Senyu Group, and he’s also Jack’s most hated enemy," Beison introduced.

"What I’m most concerned about now is where Zhu Hong is," Ling Chen stood in the back row, overlooking the venue, carefully searching for Zhu Hong’s whereabouts. Unfortunately, despite the seminar’s commencement, there was still no sign of Zhu Hong.

"Today, I want to introduce a new type of weapon that is neither firearms, missiles, nor mobile equipment. Those present might be very curious about what kind of weapon I’m going to introduce. Before announcing this weapon, I’d like to pose a question to everyone: what do you consider to be the most powerful weapon in the world?"

A middle-aged man in military uniform chuckled, "Mr. Seland, don’t you think this question is a bit redundant? Even a three-year-old knows that the most formidable weapon is the nuclear bomb."

"Indeed," Seland replied with a smile. "The nuclear bomb is terrifying, but I don’t believe it is the most powerful weapon in the world. Personally, I think the most powerful weapon is us. Without us, how could these weapons be created? Humans possess infinite potential, and even with current technology, the mysteries of the human body remain incompletely understood."

"Mr. Seland, quit beating around the bush. Tell us, what is the new type of weapon you’re going to introduce today? I think none of us have the patience for a lecture," some impatient attendees urged.

"Alright, since everyone is eager, let me introduce Yingtai Group’s latest weapon." As Seland’s words fell, two young men with strong physiques emerged from the stage’s left and right ends, one clad in specially designed steel armor, appearing quite formidable.

As the two youths appeared, the audience’s attention was immediately drawn.

"Mr. Seland, could the new weapon you’re referring to be the armor he’s wearing?"

"No, no, no," Seland said with a smile. "These two are the main focus of my introduction." With that, Seland gestured to the audience, and several staff members promptly carried prepared props onto the stage.