Standoff
"This is a military restricted area. Stop advancing!"
The translators continued shouting themselves hoarse, but all they got in return was the armed crowd brazenly pressing closer and closer.
The soldiers behind the wall collectively worked their bolts and chambered rounds. A firefight was on the verge of breaking out.
"Fire tear gas!"
The troops did not sit by and watch the black armed men continue advancing. At last, they used countermeasures.
One after another, small black dots trailing smoke flew into the air from behind the wall, tracing arcs before landing among the armed men.
As a nonlethal weapon, tear gas was highly effective within a certain area, just as it was now.
The intensely irritating smoke brought wave after wave of coughing. Many of the armed men were choking so badly that tears were about to spill from their eyes. The men who had ignored all the earlier warnings hurriedly fled in panic, escaping the smoke-filled area.
Even the several vehicles leading the advance turned around in a wide circle and fled back. In the chaos, they accidentally knocked down two unlucky men, then ran right over them without mercy. A burst of screams erupted at once. Their thighs were crushed, leaving them unable to run anymore. They lay on the ground, rolling and helplessly wailing, soon swallowed by the tear gas spreading everywhere.
The wailing and screams vanished in an instant, replaced by breathless coughing.
The people inside the wall coldly watched the two unlucky men struggling in the smoke.
Tear gas was not lethal. Although the smoke was irritating, it would not leave many lasting aftereffects. The two armed men who could not escape had thus become the two "chickens" used to scare the monkeys. Whether it was their wailing, their screams, or their painful