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!"
