The drones in the sky continue their frantic dive and shooting.

The flesh is indeed difficult to withstand the destructive power of hot weapons, especially since the protest crowd gathered here are all ordinary people, without any supernatural abilities, they can only become lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

The dense, typewriter-like clattering sound never ceases, and every moment, you can see many fleeing people being hit, a burst of blood mist exploding before they fall.

It is only because the combat location is near the administrative building, considering the conduct of post-operation tasks, that these drone groups have not used large-scale destructive weapons.

Otherwise, a strategic missile could be dropped, directly quelling the situation.

"Run!"

"Help me, I got shot in the leg!"

"Rush into the administrative building, don’t stop in open areas."

"Fuck it! Fight these bastards!"

The hundreds of people completely brainwashed by the Can Society still sat quietly in place, even though some wavered under the threat of death, seeing their companions around them not moving, they could only bite the bullet and continue self-hypnosis.

Facing the swooping drones, the leader not only didn’t escape but began to sing, with an unbelievably blissful expression on his face.

The cold killing machines don’t care how fanatical they are.

Bullets are fired simultaneously, like a sudden winter rain, mercilessly cold.

Hundreds of people, after several small drones swooped by, not one survives.

Finally, the small drone combat formations whistling in mid-air stopped their attack.

Because on two main roads over ten meters wide, troops wearing exoskeleton armor began to enter the scene.

The exoskeleton troops orderly got off the troop transport vehicles, quickly formed ranks, advancing like a carpet.

With the protest crowd numbering in the tens of thousands, there were still some lucky ones managing to escape alive from the drone’s air raids.

Many were scared witless by such brutal massacre, collapsing limply to the ground, evacuating themselves uncontrollably.

Yet some were stirred to ferocity, angrily rushing at the incoming ground troops, attempting to tear open the exoskeleton’s alloy with bare hands.

Faced with these insane individuals, the exoskeleton armored troops completely ignored them.

Trailing them were the security department personnel, brandishing rubber batons as they charged at the crowd, swinging indiscriminately.

The well-organized exoskeleton armored troops advanced easily to the administrative building entrance like a steel fortress.

Then divided into two, one part entered the administrative building, capturing the rioters hiding inside.

The other part spread out in all directions, trying to minimize the riot’s impact on the upper residential area.

...

"Recorded it all?"

Ding Zhongmin beckoned, cautiously retreating into the depths of Central Garden.

Even for someone like him, who retains the Ability of a formal Death Fighter, being tangled with these regular troops would be very troublesome.

The young man dressed as a bartender with dyed red hair put away his communication device, following behind Ding Zhongmin: "It’s already sent out, now we just wait for other branches to act."

But just then, an imperceptible breeze suddenly blew through the dense vegetation.

The breeze passed, causing the leaves of the vegetation to tremble slightly.

Ding Zhongmin inexplicably felt something wrong, anxiously reaching to tear off a leaf, crumpling it in his hand into a ball, controlling it to roll back and forth in his palm, trying to ease his inner unease through this way.

Unfortunately, this at most only serves to relax his mood a little, unable to affect reality.

"Ah~"

Suddenly, Ding Zhongmin heard the sound of someone yawning, instantly like a frightened cat, his hair standing on end.

Looking towards the direction the sound came from, unexpectedly at some unknown point, to his right-hand side, appeared a man wearing a black trench coat.

The man was squinting, leaning against the tree trunk with a look of sleeplessness.

The man in the black trench coat yawned again and then inquired, "Did you guys stir up this trouble?"

Ding Zhongmin instinctively squeezed out a smile: "What do you mean?"

"It’s really..."

The trench coat man swallowed the curse he wanted to utter, reluctantly speaking without swearing: "Don’t you know it’s rude to disturb someone’s vacation?"

Upon hearing the word "vacation," Ding Zhongmin’s pupils shrank slightly, silently placing one hand behind him.

The trench coat man sighed, unhurriedly walking on fallen branches and leaves toward the two.

"Let’s formally meet, I’m Li Shan, the third seat of the City Martial Arts Team Six."

Before the voice fell, Li Shan transformed into a Wind Blade, sweeping horizontally and devastatingly.

Fortunately, Ding Zhongmin was prepared, lying flat on the ground on the spot.

But the red-haired bartender behind him wasn’t as lucky, directly cut apart by the Wind Blade, head detached.

The blood spurting from the severed neck sprayed onto a patch of thorns, making the originally fresh air emit a bloody scent.

Li Shan restored from an ethereal wind back to human form, turning to look at Ding Zhongmin embarrassedly rolling on the ground, teasing: "Quick response, you wouldn’t happen to be a Can Society higher-up, would you?"

Ding Zhongmin hurriedly climbed up from the ground, not even having time to care about the dirt on him, pulling out a pottery jar like performing a magic trick.

Then he uncovered the jar lid, turning the jar upside down, pouring out a puddle of mud from the jar’s mouth.

Clearly preparing to use some kind of Ability, Li Shan naturally wouldn’t just watch.

After all, the Abilities of Death Fighters are varied and generally, when retaining Ability, they would choose the one with the strongest effect.

So should a mishap occur, it’s quite easy to fall into an unexpected trap.

"Freeze!"

Li Shan 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, frowned.

"No reply from Ding Zhongmin’s side yet?"

To prevent unexpected issues with the plan, Can Society people agreed before acting to send success signals every ten minutes.

"Looks like Old Ding messed up this time." Kang Meiru with a thin lady’s cigarette in her mouth, raised her high-heeled foot crossing her legs.

"Then let’s not bother with him, he’s done what he needed to anyway."

Vice President Zheng had no thoughts of rescue, instead saying: "The recordings are sent out, right? How long until the Black Hand’s infiltration is complete?"

Kang Meiru checked the last message sent back by the Black Hand.

"Shouldn’t be long, it’s an infiltration of a military base after all, President Zheng, don’t be too anxious."

Halfway through her words, her lips slightly parted, revealing an amused smile.

"Look, it’s done~"