Chapter 90: Going to the palace with swords and shoes, praise and worship are unknown!
At the same time.
Lin Fan stood at the security gate of the special passage with a confused look on his face. Looking at the selfless security personnel in front of him, he said in disbelief: "You, stopped me?"
"Yes, Mr. Lin." The security officer looked at Lin Fan apologetically: "You have contraband on you."
"Contraband? On me?" Lin Fan turned his pants pockets out with a confused look, holding up his only mobile phone and said: "Except for this mobile phone, I don't have anything else on me! Where can I find any contraband?"
"Um..." The security officer glanced at Lin Fan with a complicated look, pointed at the huge half of the Qinglong Yanyue Sword on Lin Fan's waist, and said strangely: "This is a contraband according to the regulations."
More than just contraband!
With the length of the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, even if half of the handle is missing, it is still a regulated knife.
If he were left walking on the street like this, he would have been arrested and detained long ago.
The security inspector was also very confused at this time... He also knew that Lin Fan was the commander-in-chief of the Supreme Command Center, and his status in Daxia was now second only to the National Seat.
He also wanted to accommodate Lin Fan within a reasonable range.
After all, with this status, even if you secretly bring some contraband on stage, it won't matter. If you turn a blind eye, no one will know.
But the problem is, your thing is too big!
And you are not covering up at all, just hanging it on your waist like this, making it difficult for others to take a glance and not notice!
Why don't you hide it and I can pretend not to see it?
But to be honest, with the exaggerated size and shape of the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, even if Lin Fan wanted to hide it on his body, there was no place to hide it...
When Lin Fan heard that the other party said it was contraband, he was unwilling to do so.
"This is not contraband." Lin Fan took a deep breath and said solemnly: "This is a weapon!"
"Mr. Lin, weapons are contraband. Please don't play this kind of word game." The security staff said politely: "Please hand it over, we will keep it properly for you. When the press conference is over, I will personally deliver it to you."
Return it to your hands."
"So, please cooperate with me."
The security personnel were very polite.
In fact, he didn't want to have a conflict with Commander Lin. Normally, he would just turn a blind eye.
But the problem is.
What is the occasion?
The highest hall!
Not to mention countless regional leaders, the general manager of the military region, and various prominent figures are here, as are domestic and foreign reporters!
Every move represents the image of Daxia!
Every word and deed is Daxia’s attitude!
Everyone else is sitting in their seats with straight clothes, but you hang a big knife on your waist. Does this count?
Ever since the founding of Daxia, this has never been done! Even if someone goes to the throne to give a speech, there is no one carrying a sword!
Therefore, we cannot say that the security personnel are at fault. They consider the overall situation and perform their duties to the best of their ability.
"You may have misunderstood what I meant." Lin Fan took a deep breath: "This is the weapon of the God-killing Army!"
"No one can order the God-killing Army to put down their weapons!"
"Well, you can actually trust our security work. It's absolutely safe inside. If you really don't believe it..." the security inspector whispered: "You can secretly hide something in your pocket, such as a pistol... Ahem, as long as
Just don’t be so obvious.”
The security personnel were equivalent to reminding Lin Fan.
You change something and hide it, and I cooperate and pretend not to know. When you enter the press conference, no one else can see it.
This is good for everyone.
Can I just ask you not to go in with a big knife hanging?
It can be said.
The attitude of the security personnel was very friendly.
"The God-killing Army will never leave its body with its sword!" Lin Fan said coldly.
Lin Fan never expected that he, the commander-in-chief, would be called upon by the State Council to hold a press conference, but would be stopped by security personnel...
Seeing that the two of them were in a stalemate, Chen Lao, who had brought Lin Fan over, stepped forward helplessly and said in a low voice: "Ahem, he was called by the State Council. Look, the time is coming soon. If he doesn't come in,
On the spot...be considerate, be considerate."
The security personnel also looked helpless: "Mr. Chen, I didn't mean to make things difficult. It was actually the occasion... Even the military commanders were neatly dressed and sitting there politely. He went in with a knife. This scene was broadcast live at home and abroad.
What do others think of our Daxia?"
As soon as these words came out, Mr. Chen was speechless.
He could only turn around and said to Lin Fan: "Actually, there is no need to hold it all the time. Why don't you just put it here first..."
"Then let me ask you, if something mysterious suddenly appears, or a god comes here in advance." Lin Fan looked at Mr. Chen and said in a deep voice: "As a member of the God-killing Army, do I still have to find a knife first?"
The God-Slaying Army was originally established to deal with all possible crises!
No one can guarantee whether the gods will suddenly arrive in advance, or whether there will be secrets.
It was because of Lin Fan's negligence that everything would proceed step by step as he remembered. As a result, the general who suddenly woke up early killed those young and immature soldiers who were the same size as himself!
This is a sin that Lin Fan can never forgive himself for!
It also let Lin Fan know that danger could appear at any time! His return not only changed Daxia, but also changed the course of history!
The knife never leaves your body!
For a moment, Mr. Chen was speechless.
And the next moment.
The sound of footsteps came.
"Lin Fan, why haven't you gone in yet?"
Lin Fan turned around to look, straightened his back immediately, and saluted: "I've seen the throne before!"
Mr. Chen and the security inspector standing on the side also stood at attention: "Your Excellency, you are here."
The King's gaze swept across the three people. Although they were just ordinary people, Lin Fan felt a sense of pressure from his gaze!
The national seat is Zhang Maocai.
The soul of Daxia carries the destiny of the country on its shoulders!
If it were in the past, he would be the Emperor of Great Xia!
"It seems that something is wrong." Guo Zu said calmly.
"Report to the throne, he won't let me in!" Lin Fan said with an aggrieved look.
The staff also looked aggrieved and pointed at the Qinglong Yanyue Sword on Lin Fan's waist: "National throne, this is contraband... If he hides something else, I will turn a blind eye... But
The problem is, he hangs it so brightly on his body that no one else can see it, because there is the Supreme Hall..."
Lin Fan looked at the throne with a look as if he was going to kill someone with a knife: "Report to the throne, the God-killing Army will never leave their bodies with their swords!"
Chen Yan on the side also quickly said: "My lord, something is indeed wrong with Lin Fan. But... Lin Fan is also doing it for the good of Daxia, if there suddenly appears here something that modern weapons cannot deal with... such as the general from before...
"
"Okay, I understand." The Imperial Palace looked at Lin Fan and the Imperial Palace staff indifferently, and said softly: "Rules are dead, but people are alive."
"From now on, all members of the God-killing Army will go to the temple with swords and shoes to praise and worship!"
