"Warning! Do not take another step forward!"
A cold, deep mechanical voice echoed.
On the platform, several elite fully modified personnel blocked the path, shielding the Federation's high officials behind them, raising their arms and aiming the electromagnetic guns in their palms at the slowly approaching man in the black hat.
"Protect Mr. President!"
A stern-looking middle-aged man in uniform commanded in a low voice, his expression grim.
With heavy clanking footsteps, another eight elite fully modified personnel emerged from the shadows, tightly surrounding the elderly man in the wheelchair to protect him.
The hidden "mechanical sentinels" on both sides of the platform and the hall ceiling also emerged, with heavy machine guns precisely locked onto their target.
The gentleman in the black hat stopped his steps in the face of numerous "gun barrels" aimed at him.
Less than ten meters separated both sides.
