Bzz~Bzz~Bzz~
The countless sounds of spinning propellers converge, like an order from King Yan to claim lives, making one's scalp tingle involuntarily.
Looking up, one finds the sky almost entirely occupied by dense clusters of drones, with no escape route.
The drone swarm immediately enters battle mode, conducting dive attacks batch by batch.
One wave can easily cause thousands of casualties.
No matter how fervent the rage of the people is, they are mere mortals, a single bullet is enough to take a life.
The crowd falls like harvested wheat, one field after another, with blood staining the ground instantly.
If hit in a crucial spot, dying on the spot is still considered fortunate.
Worse is being injured but not dying, screaming in pain on the ground, helplessly watching yourself trampled to death in the chaotic crowd.
It's not that no one is resisting.
