Bloody Suppression

"Will the casualty situation become uncontrollable?"

The bald, burly man chuckled, then flicked off his cigarette ash and declared righteously, "Those who dare to storm the Administrative Building are no ordinary citizens; we must strike hard!"

"Clear."

Another staff officer stood up and saluted. "In that case, I will pass the word down to have nearby off-duty personnel go directly to the riot scene."

In fact, the entire shelter cannot be considered a country.

However, in terms of government functions and control over society, the Shelter City Management Committee is more effective than most countries before the disaster.

With the city council in operation, all official forces within the shelter mobilized.

Each garrisoned camp was as busy and orderly as worker ants.

Armored vehicles, menacing yet possessing a metallic aesthetic, advanced in formation, making a constant buzzing noise as they drove out of the camp.

A large number of armed aircraft, fully loaded with munitions, quickly took off and entered a state of readiness.

Of course, there are even more strong soldiers wearing nuclear-powered exoskeletons.

They will be the last troops to arrive and will carry out the final cleanup work.

Prior to this, a much larger number of unmanned vehicles had already been dispatched to the scene of the riots.

If people were standing in the Livability City and looking up, they would see a large number of small drones whizzing overhead, a number that would make one's scalp tingle.

But the real City Direct Military doesn't refer to these things.

Officially known as the City Guild's directly subordinate armed force, it is actually a group of Formal Deathmatch Participant funded and supported by the City Guild. Each member possesses at least one ability.

Compared to the rioters who could only make their own firearms, the difference in strength between the two sides was almost incomparable.

And this hasn't even required the field operations department of the Deathmatch Campus to be deployed yet.

Therefore, the upper-class people in the shelter were not actually that panicked in the face of this riot.

More than anything, it evoked feelings of regret.

After all, if you break bottles and jars at home, you have to pay to rebuild them yourself.

Pu Xueli.

Five people sat around a round table to eat.

Pu Xueli's wife picked up a piece of braised pork and placed it in Lu Qingyan's bowl, gently urging, "Qingyan, right? You should eat more; it's a time when you're growing."

"Thank you, Aunt Xiang," Lu Qingyan somewhat reservedly.

Lu Bai chatted casually with Pu Xueli about the Deathmatchers.

He could often hear noises coming from outside while sitting at the dinner table, and it was hard for him not to be drawn to them.

"Principal Pu, has it been this noisy all the time here? I can even hear people setting off fireworks."

Pu Xueli didn't know the reason either, so he turned his head and glanced out the window.

He shook his head and guessed, "Is it because it's New Birth Festival today? It's usually very quiet."

Xiang Jingqiu observed Lu Qingyan's expression and realized that he showed a hint of excitement when he heard the word "fireworks".

He then clapped his hands lightly. "Little Qingyan and Little Ziyi, haven't you set off fireworks before? You can go out and set them off after you finish eating. Our Old Pu still has quite a lot of fireworks to spare."

Yes, civilians in the shelters are not allowed to set off fireworks or firecrackers; they can't buy them even if they have money.

Upon hearing Xiang Jingqiu's words, Lu Qingyan's eyes lit up immediately, and her fondness for this Aunt Xiang skyrocketed.

Just then...

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Suddenly, a violent banging sound came from the door, accompanied by faint shouts and curses.

Pu Xueli's face darkened. As one of the principals of the few campuses in the shelter, he would never dare to be so impolite when no one came to visit.

He stood up abruptly, exuding an imposing aura without anger.

"Lu Bai, you guys keep eating. I'm going to see who's being so rude."

He strode to the door, opened it, and was about to see who it was.

What first caught his eye was a dark gun barrel.

Standing at the door were a group of sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys, holding handguns they had snatched from the Security Personnel. Their faces were flushed with unnatural excitement.

"Damn rich man, die!"

Bang!

Before the angry shouts had even finished, a gunshot rang out.

Wisps of smoke rose from the muzzle of the gun.

Upon seeing the scene before them, the enthusiastic teenagers at the entrance were all dumbfounded.

Pu Xueli plucked the bullet from his palm, crushed it into powder with his thumb and forefinger, his face filled with undisguised anger.

Perhaps these teenagers had their reasons, but he didn't understand who he had offended.

He was peacefully enjoying his New Year's Eve dinner and singing at home when suddenly someone came to his door and shot him. Where can he go to seek justice?

"You should be grateful that I've cultivated my character these past few years, otherwise you'd all be lying on the ground by now."

Pu Xueli's expression darkened, and a violent pressure emanated from his body.

Every single one of the teenagers in front of them was frozen in place, terrified.

It was as if the person standing before them was not an old man, but an enraged lion.

"Combat Formation One has arrived at its designated combat location."

"Combat Formation No. 2 has arrived at its designated combat location."

"The reactor control device temperature is normal."

"The electronic matrix network is operating normally."

"Target locked."

"Confirmed to be carrying out Joint Counter-Terrorism 1A Combat Mission."

The Clock Tower Square was filled with rioting crowds, but the agitated crowd began to cool down rapidly after noticing the swarm of drones in the sky.

Without giving the crowd time to find cover, swarms of drones began to swoop down on them.

The small heat-tracking radar mounted on the fuselage ensures that the fired bullets have the highest possible hit rate against the target.

Ta-da-da~

Countless bullets rained down.

In an instant, one after another, blood flowers bloomed on the square, blooming at the cost of lives.

There was no room for resistance; the whole scene resembled a massacre.

In the central garden, a few hundred meters away from the square, Ding Zhongmin adjusted his fisherman's hat and whistled casually at the red-haired bartender beside him.

"Look at this, what a beautiful scene! These ignorant fools need to feel pain before they'll develop the will to fight back."

The red-haired bartender nodded and asked, "Since everything went smoothly, shouldn't we move on to the next step?"

"No rush. Let's wait for the other branches to spread the footage before we continue."

"However, these drone swarms are a problem; if we continue, we'll suffer manpower losses."

"Don't worry, these pieces of junk won't be arrogant for long."

Ding Zhongmin chuckled and added, "After this operation is over, I might even become the head of a branch office."