My ability pool is superior to others

"Will the casualties be uncontrollable?"

The bald man sneered, then shook off the ashes and said righteously, "Those who dare to attack the administrative building are no longer ordinary citizens. We must strike back with heavy punches!"

"clear."

Another staff officer stood up and saluted: "In that case, I will notify the nearby staff on leave to go directly to the riot site."

In fact, the entire refuge cannot be considered a country.

But in terms of government functions and control over society, the Shelter City Management Committee is even better than most countries before the disaster.

As the city council began to operate, the official forces of the entire shelter were mobilized.

All the camps with garrisons were as busy and orderly as worker ants.

The armored vehicles, which looked ferocious but exuded a metallic beauty, were in an advancing formation, making a "buzzing" noise as they drove out of the camp one after another.

A large number of aerial weapons loaded with ammunition quickly took off and entered standby status.

Of course, there are more strong soldiers wearing nuclear-powered exoskeletons.

They will be the last troops to enter the scene and carry out the finishing work.

Before this, a larger number of unmanned vehicles had already rushed to the scene of the riot.

If people were standing in the livable city and looking up, they would find a large number of small drones whizzing through the air. The number of them is enough to make one's scalp tingle.

But the real Cheng Zhiwu is not referring to these.

The full name of the force is the City Association's Direct Armed Forces. In fact, it is a group of official death fighters funded by the City Association. Every member has at least one ability.

Compared with the rioting crowd who could only make their own guns, the gap in strength between the two sides was almost incomparable.

Even so, the field support department of the Death Battle Campus has not been asked to go out.

So in the face of this riot, the upper class people in the shelter were not actually that panicked.

It's more of a pity thought.

After all, if the bottles and jars at home are broken, you have to spend your own money to rebuild them.

……

Pu Xuelijia.

Five people sat around a round table and had dinner.

Pu Xueli's wife picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in Lu Qingyan's bowl. She gently persuaded him, "Qingyan, right? You have to eat more. This is the time for you to grow."

"Thank you, Aunt Xiang." Lu Qingyan thanked her a little stiffly.

Lu Bai chatted with Pu Xueli about the Death Fighters in a casual manner.

From time to time he could hear the noisy sounds coming from outside while at the dinner table, and it was hard not to be drawn to them.

"Principal Pu, has it always been so noisy here? I can even hear someone setting off fireworks."

Pu Xueli didn't know the reason, so he turned his head and glanced out the window.

He shook his head and guessed, "Is it because today is Christmas? It's usually very quiet here."

Xiang Jingqiu observed Lu Qingyan's expression and realized that he showed an excited expression when he heard the word "fireworks".

Then he clapped his hands gently: "Little Qingyan and Xiao Ziyi, haven't you set off fireworks? You can go out and set them off after you finish eating. Our Lao Pu still has a lot of fireworks."

Yes, civilians in the shelter are not allowed to set off fireworks and firecrackers, and they cannot buy them even if they have money.

Hearing Xiang Jingqiu's words, Lu Qingyan's eyes suddenly lit up, and his favorability towards Aunt Xiang soared.

at this time.

boom! boom! boom!
There was a sudden and violent banging sound on the door, accompanied by some faint shouting and cursing.

Pu Xueli's face darkened. As one of the principals of the few school districts in the shelter, he dared not be so rude when no one came to visit him on weekdays. He stood up suddenly, with a sense of authority without anger.

"Lu Bai, you guys continue eating. I'm going to see who is so rude."

He walked quickly to the door, opened it directly, and was about to see who it was.

But the first thing that caught his eye was a black muzzle of a gun.

Standing at the door were a group of teenagers around sixteen or seventeen years old, holding pistols they had snatched from the security guards. They were so excited that their faces were flushed unnaturally.

"Damn rich man, die for me!"

bang~
Before the curse had died down, a gunshot rang out.

A wisp of green smoke came out of the muzzle of the gun.

After seeing the scene before them, the fanatical teenagers at the door were all dumbfounded.

Pu Xueli took the bullet embedded in his palm and crushed it into powder between his thumb and index finger, his face full of undisguised anger.

Maybe these teenagers have their reasons for this or that, but he doesn't understand who he has offended?
I was just eating New Year's Eve dinner and singing songs at home, and suddenly someone came to my house and shot me. How can I seek justice?

"You should be thankful that I have cultivated myself over the past few years, otherwise you would all be lying on the ground now."

Pu Xueli's face darkened and violent pressure emanated from his body.

Every one of the young men in front of him was frightened to the point of freezing in place.

It was as if the person standing in front of them was not an old man, but an enraged lion.

……

"Battle formation number one has arrived at the designated combat location."

"Battle formation number two has arrived at the designated combat location."

"The reactor control temperature is normal."

"The electronic matrix network is operating normally."

"Target locked."

"Confirmed to carry out the joint counter-terrorism 1A combat mission."

The Clock Tower Square was filled with rioting crowds, but after noticing the swarm of drones in the sky, the violent crowd in the square began to cool down rapidly.

Without giving the crowd time to find cover, dense swarms of drones began to swoop down on them.

The small heat source tracking radar carried on the fuselage ensures that the fired bullets have the greatest chance of hitting the target.

Da Da Da~
Countless bullets poured out.

In an instant, blood flowers appeared one after another in the square, blooming at the cost of lives.

There is no room for resistance and the whole scene is more like a massacre.

In the central garden, which was several hundred meters away from the square, Ding Zhongmin pressed down the fisherman's hat on his head and whistled nonchalantly at the red-haired bartender beside him.

"Look, what a beautiful scene! We have to make these ignorant guys feel pain so that they will have the courage to resist."

The red-haired bartender nodded and asked, "Since everything went well, should we move on to the next step?"

"Don't worry, wait until people from other branches spread this image, then we can continue to act."

"But these drone swarms are a nuisance. If we continue, we will suffer casualties."

"Don't worry, these pieces of junk won't be able to stay arrogant for long."

Ding Zhongmin chuckled and added: "After this operation is over, maybe I can become the president of a branch office." (End of this chapter)