My ability pool is superior to others

A man with a large, tattooed arm stood on a high place, waving his arms and spitting as he spoke.

He seemed like a passionate orator.

As for the content of the speech, there was nothing new; it was just the same old talk from the white-robed Mona warriors.

But it's clear that these words were extremely inflammatory and had a remarkable effect.

After all, these words are indeed the truth to the people at this time.

Standing atop the shipping container, the heavily tattooed man could clearly sense the interest on the faces of the people below.

"What are you doing? Why haven't you dealt with that guy yet?"

A mid-level officer arrived with a squad of soldiers, his face extremely grim.

He didn't understand why the soldiers in charge of this area would just stand by and watch the man with the large tattoo on his arm give a speech.

The crowd of onlookers was so large that it was impossible to pass through.

In his haste, he simply pulled out his sidearm and pulled the trigger at the heavily tattooed arm on the container.

boom!
The sound of the gunshot silenced the scene.

Unfortunately, this did not completely intimidate the audience who had just finished listening to the speech. Instead, it was like a spring that had been compressed to its limit, about to bounce back.

The mid-level officer keenly sensed the difference and felt uneasy.

What frustrated him even more was that his shot had not killed the man with the large arm tattoo.

A wooden shield that grew out of the back of the heavily tattooed arm precisely blocked the bullet.

The man with the large floral arm remained unfazed, not even turning his head to check the situation.

Instead, he roared in an increasingly agitated tone, "Did you see that? They don't want us to know the truth, they won't allow us to resist, they don't even bother to explain to us, they only want to shut us up by killing us!"
Tell me! At this point, are we really supposed to continue enduring this?!

It seemed that the speaker's speech, which featured large arm tattoos, had stirred up his anger, or perhaps he saw that the large arm tattoos displayed supernatural power.

In short, feedback has been received from the public one after another.

At first, the sound was not loud, but after more and more people responded, the shouts of the crowd below became louder.

"No."

"I can't stand it."

"I can't bear it anymore."

However, the various answers were inconsistent, inevitably leading to confusion and noise.

At this point, the civilians who had previously returned to the forward base in smaller groups came in handy.

It's a bit difficult to get them to take the initiative and speak out, but they certainly have the courage to offer some encouragement, and a lot of it at that.

These guys mingled in the crowd, and under their leadership, the slogans gradually became unified and orderly.

"We must resist!"

"Resist!"

"Resist!!!"

The shouts of tens of thousands of people in unison create an atmosphere that makes you feel as if the earth is shaking.

Not to mention that the number of people who shouted this slogan at the same time was far more than ten thousand.

The mid-level officer in the crowd panicked completely, gripping his sidearm tightly, as if only by holding the weapon could he find a shred of courage.

The soldiers following behind him were completely at a loss, shouting all at once, "Sir, what should we do now?"

With so many people involved, this is a really big deal.

Even if they have the right to choose to kill these civilians, there are simply too many of them.

Killing one or two troublemakers doesn't bother me much.

But now there are people everywhere, and ordinary soldiers don't think they can kill all of these civilians.

Moreover, as the crowd's emotions boiled over, the primary issue was no longer whether they would be held accountable; they now had to consider how to survive the chaos. The soldiers noticed that the gazes of the surrounding crowd were filled with undisguised anger.

It is no exaggeration to say that if even one person makes the first move, the enraged crowd around them will immediately swarm forward and tear them to pieces.

Undoubtedly, it was only a matter of time before this happened.

The large tattoos on the container sleeves did not attempt to de-escalate the situation; they continued to fuel the crowd's anger.

"We deserve to live better, we deserve better."

"Come with me, let's fight together for a better tomorrow."

"Join us, and from now on we will be called the Resistance!"

One should not lend one's name or position to others.

This statement indirectly illustrates just how important reputation is to an organization.

Rebels.

These three words completely ignited the emotions of the people below.

"Kill them!"

Suddenly someone shouted and lunged at the mid-level officer.

Before the mid-ranking officer could even shout "Calm down!", he was tackled to the ground by the crowd that quickly caught up with him.

The soldiers behind him were somewhat worried about accidentally injuring their superior, so they did not fire immediately.

This brief pause cost them their last chance to control the situation.

Fists, teeth, and sticks—these attacks are not fatal, but there are simply too many of them for a single individual to stop.

Countless people surged forward, like waves, easily suffocating the small boat.

The riots weren't limited to this area.

The imagery radiates outwards from the location where the speaker with the large arm tattoo is located.

Armed forces that were holding their posts were repeatedly defeated.

However, quite a few ruthless soldiers did not hesitate to pull the trigger when faced with the civilians rushing towards them.

Unfortunately, the tide had already turned, and a magazine only holds a few dozen bullets.

Such killings not only failed to calm the public, but instead further fueled their anger.

Every second, countless people are injured or even killed.

It's hard to feel fear when you're part of a group.

As more and more civilians seized weapons from the soldiers, the intensity of the riots began to escalate further.

……

When Lü Bai, Li Shan, and Feng Yixuan emerged from the prefabricated house, the riot had already spread to the residential area.

Everywhere you look, people are smashing and looting, and the sound of gunfire is like a constant downpour.

"Damn, this seems a bit..."

Upon seeing this, Feng Yixuan immediately abandoned her playful thoughts, pushed off the ground with both feet, and flipped herself onto the roof of the prefabricated house.

She stared at the scene in the distance, speechless: "Oh no, everyone's gone crazy."

Beep~ Beep~ Beep~
A rapid and unified siren sounded from above.

Lu Bai looked up and saw the swarm of drones, controlled by the program, rapidly flying towards the main area of ​​the riot.

Hundreds of thousands of drones almost blocked out the sky, allowing sunlight to filter through only the gaps between them, creating a sense of oppression.

Soon, the drone that had locked onto the target began its dive-bombing attack.

The people were so densely packed that the blood mist from the explosion even formed a thick layer above their heads, making it seem as if the mist was about to solidify. (End of Chapter)