The military operation against the major gangs in the slums continued until midnight.
The First Corps deployed two thousand-man units, committing a total of fifty-two wheeled armored vehicles, including twelve Type 1 tanks.
Boulder City's militia initially sent two thousand-man units, then increased that to three.
For gangs hiding in the slums, such an excessive military force was undoubtedly using cannons to kill flies.
Quite a few survivors shared that view.
However, in the Administrator's words, the gangs entrenched in the slums had become breeding grounds for raiders and crime.
They maintained a limited degree of order, but they were also the root of all the chaos in Clear Spring City.
Unless this problem was completely resolved, it would not matter how many raider tribes they wiped out. Those people would simply spawn again like mobs.
This persistent ailment had existed for over a century. It had to be treated with strong medicine.
The Alliance would not merely blast this fly to death with cannons. It would also give every restless troublemaker something loud to hear, so they could watch how the fly died!
Thus, none of the corps held back. Anyone who resisted with a gun or bore gang tattoos was arrested.
The number of people implicated was even greater than anyone had imagined.
The Dagger Gang alone yielded an entire thousand-man unit of arrests. The second-largest gang, the Dean Gang, had more than eight hundred members arrested, while the Poison Gang had six hundred.
A dark mass of people stood outside Boulder City's gates, bound tightly with one rope for every ten people. Another group stood beneath the elevated highway in the distance.
Even Jeff, whose head was being held down, was dumbfounded. The gang members he regularly dealt with had only been the handful at the very