City Direct Military Forces

The swarm of drones in the sky continued their frenzied swooping and strafing.

Flesh and blood can hardly withstand the destructive power of firearms, let alone the protesters gathered here, who are all ordinary people without any supernatural abilities, and can only become lambs to the slaughter.

The rapid, clicking sound, like that of a typewriter, never stopped. Every moment, large numbers of fleeing people could be seen being hit, exploding into a cloud of blood mist before collapsing.

Because the combat site was located near the Administrative Building, and considering the need for post-operation cleanup, these drone swarms did not employ weapons of mass destruction.

Otherwise, dropping a strategic missile would be enough to quell the situation.

"Run!"

"Help me! I've been shot in the leg!"

"Get inside the Administrative Building, don't stop in open areas."

"Fuck them! Let's fight these guys!"

The hundreds of people who had been thoroughly brainwashed by the Can Society remained seated. Even though some of them wavered under the threat of death, seeing that their companions were not taking any action, they had no choice but to continue to grit their teeth and hypnotize themselves.

Faced with the swarm of drones diving towards them, the leader not only didn't flee, but instead started singing, his face beaming with happiness.

The cold-blooded killing machines don't care how fanatical they are.

The bullets fired in unison, like a sudden winter rain, cold and merciless.

Hundreds of people and several small drones swooped down on them, and none survived.

Finally, the small drone combat formation whistling through the air stopped its attack.

Because troops wearing Exoskeleton Armor began to enter the two main roads, which were more than ten meters wide.

The exoskeleton troops disembarked from the troop carriers in an orderly fashion, quickly formed ranks, and advanced in a carpet-like fashion.

The number of protesters gathered was in the tens of thousands, and naturally, many lucky individuals survived the drone strikes.

Many people were terrified by this brutal massacre, collapsing to the ground in a daze, defecating and urinating indiscriminately.

However, some people were still provoked and angrily rushed towards the ground troops entering the field, trying to tear the alloy of the exoskeleton with their bare hands.

The Exoskeleton Armor forces completely ignored these crazed individuals.

Security Department officers following behind them rushed out carrying rubber batons and began smashing them into the crowd.

The neatly arranged Exoskeleton Armor troops advanced easily to the entrance of the Administrative Building, like an iron wall.

They then split into two groups, with one group entering the Administrative Building to arrest the rioters hiding inside.

Another group dispersed in all directions to minimize the impact of the riot on the upper-class residential areas.

"Did you record everything?"

Ding Zhongmin waved and cautiously retreated deeper into the central garden.

Even for a seasoned Formal Deathmatch Participant like him, being entangled with these regular troops would be very troublesome.

The young man, dressed as a bartender and sporting bright red hair, put away his communication device and followed behind Ding Zhongmin: "The message has been sent out. Now it's up to the other branches to handle it."

However, at that moment, a barely perceptible breeze suddenly blew through the dense vegetation.

A gust of wind swept through, causing the leaves of the vegetation to tremble slightly.

Ding Zhongmin felt inexplicably uneasy. He reached out and plucked a leaf, rolled it into a ball in his hand, and rolled it back and forth in his palm, trying to ease his anxiety.

Unfortunately, this can only provide a little relaxation and has no effect on reality.

Ah~

Ding Zhongmin suddenly heard someone yawn, and he immediately jumped like a startled cat, his hair standing on end.

Looking in the direction the sound came from, he saw that a man in a black trench coat had appeared to his right at some point.

The man was squinting, leaning against a tree trunk, looking like he hadn't slept well.

The man in the black trench coat yawned again before asking, "Is this what you guys did?"

Ding Zhongmin subconsciously forced a smile, "What do you mean?"

"Really..."

The man in the trench coat swallowed the curse he was about to utter, and said, barely managing to avoid using any profanity, "Don't you know how impolite it is to disturb someone's vacation?"

Upon hearing the word "vacation," Ding Zhongmin's pupils contracted slightly, and he silently placed one hand behind his back.

The man in the trench coat sighed and walked calmly towards the two of them, stepping on the fallen leaves and branches.

"Let's get to know each other formally. Li Shan, the City Direct Military Sixth Team Third Seat."

Before he finished speaking, Li Shan transformed into a blade of wind, sweeping across the battlefield with overwhelming force.

Fortunately, Ding Zhongmin was prepared and immediately lay down on his back.

The red-haired bartender behind him wasn't so lucky; he was sliced in half by the wind blade, his head separated from his body.

Blood gushed from the cross-section of his neck, splattering onto a patch of thorns, filling the once fresh air with a pungent smell of blood.

Li Shan reverted from a wisp of wind to human form, turned to look at Ding Zhongmin, who was rolling around on the ground in a disheveled state, and teased, "You reacted pretty quickly. You wouldn't happen to be a high-ranking member of the Can Society, would you?"

Ding Zhongmin quickly got up from the ground, not even caring about the mud on his body, and pulled out a Pottery Jar as if by magic.

He then lifted the lid of the Pottery Jar, turned Pottery Jar upside down, and a puddle of mud flowed out of the jar's mouth.

It was obvious that he was using some kind of ability, so Li Shan naturally wouldn't just stand by and watch.

After all, the abilities of deathmatchers are incredibly diverse, and when they can conserve their abilities, they will generally choose the one with the most powerful effect.

Therefore, if you are careless and fall into the trap, it is easy to suffer a serious setback.

"Certainly!"

Li Shan raised her hand and pointed a golden light at Ding Zhongmin: "If you don't have a second ability..."

Inside a bar.

Vice President Zheng glanced at the clock on the wall and frowned.

"Has Ding Zhongmin replied yet?"

To prevent any unforeseen circumstances, the members of the Can Society agreed to send a signal every ten minutes before the operation began, indicating that the operation was going smoothly.

"Looks like Old Ding's really done for this time." Kang Meirou, with a thin Ladies' Cigarette dangling from her lips, crossed her legs, her feet clad in high heels.

"Then let's just ignore him. He's done what he was supposed to do anyway."

Vice President Zheng had no intention of providing any rescue, and instead asked, "Have the videos been released? How much longer will it take for the Black Hand's infiltration?"

Kang Meirou checked the last message sent back from the Black Hand.

"It should be soon, after all, it's about infiltrating a military base. President Zheng, don't be too impatient."

She parted her lips slightly halfway through her sentence, then revealed a playful smile.

"See? It's done!"