Rebel Army

Big Tattoo Arm stood on a high place, waving his arms and spitting as he spoke.

He seemed like a passionate orator.

As for the content of the speech, there was nothing new; it was just the same old talk from the White Robe Mona Warrior.

But it's clear that these words were extremely inflammatory and had a remarkable effect.

After all, these words sound like the truth to the people at the moment.

Standing atop the shipping container, the Big Tattoo Arm could clearly sense the interest on the faces of the people below.

"What are you doing? Why haven't you dealt with that guy yet?"

A mid-level officer arrived with a squad of soldiers, his face extremely grim.

He didn't understand why the soldiers in charge of this area would just stand by and watch the Big Tattoo Arm on his arm give a speech.

The crowd of onlookers was so large that it was impossible to pass through.

In his haste, he simply pulled out his sidearm and fired at the Big Tattoo Arm on the container.

Bang!

The sound of the gunshot silenced the scene.

Unfortunately, this did not completely intimidate the audience who had just finished listening to the speech. Instead, it was like a spring that had been compressed to its limit, about to bounce back.

The mid-level officer keenly sensed the difference and felt uneasy.

What frustrated him even more was that his shot had not killed the Big Tattoo Arm.

A wooden shield that grew out of the back of the Big Tattoo Arm precisely blocked the bullet.

The man with the Big Tattoo Arm remained unfazed, not even turning his head to check the situation.

Instead, he roared in an increasingly agitated tone, "Did you see that? They don't want us to know the truth, they won't allow us to resist, they don't even bother to explain to us, they only want to shut us up by killing us!"

Tell me! Now that things have come to this, are we supposed to continue to endure this?!

It seemed that the speaker's speech, featuring Big Tattoo Arm, had stirred up his anger, or perhaps he saw the supernatural power displayed by the Big Tattoo Arm.

In short, feedback has been received from the public one after another.

At first, the sound was not loud, but as more and more people around responded, the shouts of the crowd below became louder.

"Don't want."

"I can't stand it."

"I can't bear it anymore."

However, the various answers were inconsistent, inevitably leading to confusion and noise.

At this point, the civilians who had previously returned to the Forward Base in smaller groups came in handy.

It's a bit difficult to get them to take the initiative and speak out, but they certainly have the courage to offer some encouragement, and a lot of it at that.

These guys mingled in the crowd, and under their leadership, the slogans gradually became unified and orderly.

"We must resist!"

"Resist!"

"Resist!!!"

The shouts of tens of thousands of people in unison create a sensation that makes you feel as if the earth is shaking.

Not to mention that the number of people shouting this slogan at the same time was far more than ten thousand.

The mid-ranking officer in the crowd panicked completely, gripping his sidearm tightly, as if only by holding his weapon could he find a shred of courage.

The soldiers following behind him were completely at a loss, shouting all at once, "Sir, what should we do now?"

With so many people involved, this is a really big deal.

Even if they had the right to choose to kill these civilians, there were simply too many of them.

Killing one or two troublemakers doesn't bother me much.

But now there are people everywhere, and ordinary soldiers have no idea that they can kill all of these civilians.

Moreover, with the crowd's emotions boiling over, the primary issue now is no longer whether they will be held accountable; they should be thinking about how to survive this chaos.

The soldiers noticed that the gazes of the surrounding civilians were filled with undisguised anger.

It's no exaggeration to say that if even one person makes the first move, the enraged crowd around them will immediately swarm forward and tear them to pieces.

Undoubtedly, it was only a matter of time before this happened.

The Big Tattoo Arm on the shipping container did not attempt to de-escalate the situation; they continued to fuel the crowd's anger.

"We deserve to live better."

Come with me, let's fight together for a better tomorrow.

"Join us, and from now on we will be called the Rebel Army!"

One should not lend one's name or position to others.

This statement indirectly illustrates just how important reputation is to an organization.

Rebel Army.

These three words completely ignited the emotions of the people below.

"Kill them!"

Suddenly someone shouted and lunged at the mid-ranking officer.

Before the mid-ranking officer could even shout "Calm down!", he was tackled to the ground by the surging crowd.

The soldiers behind him were somewhat worried about accidentally injuring their superior, so they didn't fire immediately.

This brief pause cost them their last chance to control the situation.

Fists, teeth, and sticks—these attacks are not fatal, but their sheer number makes them impossible for a single individual to withstand.

Countless people surged forward, like waves, easily suffocating the small boat.

The riots weren't limited to this area.

The imagery radiates outwards from the location where the person giving the Big Tattoo Arm tattoo is positioned.

The armed forces that were holding their posts were Second Company defeated.

However, quite a few ruthless soldiers did not hesitate to pull the trigger when faced with the civilians rushing towards them.

Unfortunately, the die was cast, and a magazine only holds a few dozen bullets.

Such killings not only failed to calm the public, but instead further fueled their anger.

Every second, countless people are injured or even killed.

Under the influence of a group, it is difficult to feel fear.

As more and more civilians seized weapons from the soldiers, the intensity of the riots began to escalate further.

When Lu Bai, Li Shan, and Feng Yixuan emerged from the prefabricated houses, the riot had already spread to the residential area.

Everywhere you look, people are vandalizing things, and the sound of gunfire is like a constant downpour.

"Damn, this seems a bit..."

Seeing this, Feng Yixuan immediately abandoned her playful thoughts, pushed off the ground with both feet, and flipped herself onto the roof of the prefabricated house.

She stared at the scene in the distance, speechless. "Oh no, everyone's gone crazy!"

Beep~ Beep~ Beep~

A sharp, unified siren sounded from above.

Lu Bai looked up and saw the swarm of drones, controlled by the program, rapidly flying towards the main area of the riot.

Hundreds of thousands of drones nearly blocked out the sky, allowing sunlight to filter through only the gaps between them, creating a sense of oppression.

Soon, the drone that had locked onto the target began its dive-bombing attack.

The people were so densely packed that the blood mist from the explosion even formed a thick layer above their heads, making it seem as if the blood mist was about to solidify.