"Casualties could get out of control?"
The bald, burly man sneered. Then he flicked away his cigarette ash and declared righteously, "Anyone who dares attack the Administrative Building is no ordinary citizen. We have to hit them hard!"
"Understood."
Another staff officer stood and saluted. "In that case, I'll send word and have the personnel on leave nearby head straight to the riot."
In truth, although the entire shelter could not be considered a country,
in terms of government functions and control over society, the Shelter City Management Committee surpassed most countries from before the disaster.
As the Committee began operating, all the shelter's official forces sprang into action.
The camps with stationed troops became busy and orderly, like swarms of worker ants.
Armored vehicles, menacing yet sleek with their metallic sheen, rumbled out of the camps in assault formation.
A large number of armed aircraft, loaded with ammunition, took off swiftly and entered a standby state.
Of course, there were even more sturdy soldiers wearing nuclear-powered exoskeletons.
They would be the last troops to enter the scene, tasked with mopping up.
Before that, a far larger number of unmanned devices had already headed to the riot site.
If any residents had looked up from inside Livability City just then, they would have seen swarms of small drones whistling overhead. There were so many that the sight would have made their scalps crawl.
And those weren't what the City Direct Military truly meant.
The unit's full name was the City Committee's Direct Armed Forces. In reality, it was a group of Formal Deathmatch Participants funded by the Committee. Every member possessed at least one ability.
Compared to the rioters, who could only make their own firearms, there was practically no comparison between the two sides in terms of power.
And