My ability pool is superior to others

The armory was seized so quickly that by the time the sharp-eyed young man led his men to take over several warehouses, a considerable number of the resistance fighters hadn't even had time to reach the scene.

After all, from an individual perspective, nearly 10,000 people is not a small number.

If two people stand one meter apart, they can form a five-kilometer-long queue.

Therefore, with communication relying mainly on shouting, the resistance's actions depended more on their own initiative and there was really no real command involved.

The young man with clear eyes understood this as well, so the first thing he did when he led his men into the armory was to try to find some military communication equipment to use.

Unfortunately, these warehouses did not store this type of functional equipment.

This is actually not surprising.

In fact, the forward base had been established for less than three days, and most of the time it was used to accommodate civilians returning to the surface. Many pieces of equipment, including heavy weapons, had not yet been put into operation.

The armory currently stores mostly boxes of automatic rifles and ammunition, with very few individual grenade launchers.

However, since seizing the armory was an unexpected bonus, we can't expect too much.

With so many firearms, at least every member of this resistance force can be guaranteed one.

"Brother Wang, come quick and look, what is this?"

Someone shouted from inside the warehouse.

"What is it?" The bespectacled middle-aged man, referred to as Brother Wang, jogged over.

"Brother Wang, what is this thing? We don't recognize it."

Several young rebels surrounded a cylindrical device that was half a meter high. Because they didn't recognize it, they didn't dare to touch it, for fear that the other party might accidentally cause it to explode.

Brother Wang adjusted his thick glasses, examined the markings on the device, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "This is a good thing!"

"Brother Wang, come over here and take a look."

Firearms are easy to identify, but other equipment, unless you're a professional, you won't even know how to use it.

Unfortunately, the city council won't release information about the equipment, and ordinary people have no way of obtaining this information.

"Okay, I'll be right over."

Brother Wang responded in the direction someone was calling him, then stood up and said to the few rebels surrounding the cylindrical device, "Carry this to Commander Zhang, and remember to be gentle."

After saying that, Brother Wang hurriedly left to identify the next unfamiliar piece of equipment.

The young man with clear eyes, also known as Commander Zhang, was standing outside the armory gate with a semi-automatic rifle.

He watched the rebels coming and going, calculating the time.

"Go and inform everyone that you have one last ten minutes to prepare yourselves. Once the ten minutes are up, we will move out immediately."

As he spoke, he turned to look towards the center of the forward base, silently clenching his fist as if encouraging himself: "Let's fight our way into the city!"

……

clatter! clatter! clatter!
In front of the office of the General Management Committee, the dense line of gunfire seemed to form an impenetrable net. No matter how many corpses were left behind, no one could rush to within ten meters of the building's entrance.

Some of these rioters chose to change their target and quietly retreat, but a new group of people would soon take their place.

Humans are inherently creatures with a violent streak hidden in their bones. Once it is provoked, it naturally needs to be released.

Besides, without witnessing the carnage firsthand, the surge of adrenaline won't be so easily quelled. "I refuse to believe it! Do you think they have unlimited ammunition?"

A middle-aged man with a thick beard, wearing a cheap t-shirt, spat out a mouthful of saliva from behind a bunker.

"Do you want to be a hero for a moment or a coward for a lifetime?"

Without waiting for anyone to answer him, he simply looked down to check the bullets in his gun, then stood up and roared, "Anyone who's not afraid to die, charge at me!"

Inside the General Management Committee office.

The well-dressed staff member hunched over, cautiously glanced outside, and muttered under his breath, "Here we go again. What's wrong with these rioters?"

Around him were many staff members, also squatting on the ground with their chests hunched and shoulders shrugged, and some of them were trembling with fear.

"It's alright, it's alright, these rioters can't break in."

"We have a fully armed guard platoon here."

The staff members comforted each other, as if only in this way could they feel at ease.

However, the guard platoon in charge of security soon sent word that the staff should break out with them because they were running out of ammunition and could not hold out for long.

"No way! Their guard platoon's mission is to surround the Commander's office, isn't it? Are they deserting?!"

This news immediately enraged one of the staff members: "And what are those armed forces doing? What are they dawdling about? Haven't they come to suppress the riots for so long?"

He appeared angry, but it was obvious to anyone with eyes that he was terrified.

The shouts of battle outside were deafening. They were already terrified while staying in the General Management Committee office, and now they had to break through the encirclement with the guard platoon. How dangerous was that?

Of course, while many staff members were so frightened that they lost their ability to think normally, there were also some smart people who knew exactly what to do.

They quickly ran over to follow the guards' instructions and prepared to break out.

When facing ordinary civilians, at least when there is no shortage of ammunition, the city council's firepower can still ensure safety.

boom!
Boom! ! !

Several high-explosive grenades were fired in succession to clear the way, followed by smoke grenades that released a large amount of thick smoke to obscure the view.

Taking this opportunity, more than 30 soldiers withdrew from the building in an orderly manner, while the staff carrying important documents were protected in the middle of the group.

The sheer number of people involved also reflects this; the casualties inflicted on the guard platoon since the storming of the Unification Committee office have been minimal.

If it weren't for the ammunition problem, they could have held out until the people collapsed on their own.

The breakout attempt went smoothly at first, but unfortunately, they hadn't gone far before being pinned down by oncoming bullets and unable to get up.

"Hahaha, I knew it. If you wanted to run away, you would definitely go this way."

A teenager hid behind cover, holding a gun above his head with both hands, pressing the trigger and refusing to let go.

This style of play has almost no accuracy, but it is safe.

The staff member carrying important documents was hit in the arm by a ricocheting bullet. In pain, he urged, "What are you doing? Get out of here right now!"

The platoon leader of this guard platoon ignored the staff; holding the line and breaking through were worlds apart.

Especially now that they're surrounded by mobs from all sides, there's really no energy left to care about the staff. (End of Chapter)