The drone swarm in the sky continued to dive and strafe wildly.
Flesh and blood could hardly withstand the lethality of modern weapons. What was more, the protesters gathered here were all ordinary people, without any supernatural abilities. They could only become lambs to the slaughter.
The dense, typewriter-like clatter never stopped. At every moment, countless people fleeing were hit and collapsed in a burst of blood mist.
It was only because the fighting was taking place near the Administrative Building, and the aftermath had to be dealt with, that the drone swarm refrained from using weapons of mass destruction.
Otherwise, one strategic missile would have been enough to quell the unrest outright.
"Run!"
"Help me, I've been shot in the leg!"
"Get inside the Administrative Building! Don't stay out in the open!"
"Fuck them! Let's fight these bastards!"
The several hundred people whom Can Society had thoroughly brainwashed remained seated where they were. Even though some began to waver under the threat of death, seeing that none of their companions were moving, they could only grit their teeth and keep hypnotizing themselves.
Faced with the diving drone swarm, their leader not only didn't flee, but started singing, his face filled with bliss.
The cold killing machines didn't care how fervent they were.
Bullets poured out all at once, like a sudden winter rain, so cold and merciless that it left no room for pity.
After several small drones dived over the several hundred people, not a single one survived.
At last, the small drone combat formation roaring through the air stopped attacking.
Two main roads, each more than ten meters wide, were now occupied by troops wearing Exoskeleton Armor.
The exoskeleton troops climbed down from their transport vehicles in orderly ranks, quickly formed up, and advanced in a sweeping