My Ability Pool is Superior

The drone swarm in the sky continued to crazily dive and strafe.

Flesh and blood bodies indeed found it hard to withstand the lethality of thermal weapons, let alone the protesting crowd gathered here, who were all ordinary people without various supernatural abilities, and could only become lambs to the slaughter.

The dense, typewriter-like staccato never ceased, and one could see large numbers of fleeing people being hit every moment, bursting into blood mist before falling.

It was only because the combat location was near the administrative building, and considering the follow-up work, that these drone swarms had not used large-scale lethal weapons.

Otherwise, a single strategic missile dropped would directly quell the situation.

“Run fast!”

“Save me, my leg got shot!”

“Charge into the administrative building, don’t stop in open areas.”

“Fuck them! Fight these guys!”

Those hundreds of civilians thoroughly brainwashed by the Can Society still sat quietly in place, even though some wavered under the threat of death, but seeing that the companions around them took no action, they could only continue to steel themselves with self-hypnosis.

Facing the oncoming drone swarm, the leader not only did not flee, but started singing, with an expression of utmost bliss on his face.

Cold killing machines would not care how fanatical they were.

Bullets fired in unison, like a sudden winter rain, cold and leaving no mercy.

Hundreds of people, after a few small drones dove, not a single one survived.

Finally, the small drone combat detachment whistling in mid-air stopped its attack.

Because on the two main roads over ten meters wide, troops wearing exoskeleton armor began to enter.

The exoskeleton troops disembarked neatly and orderly from the troop transport vehicles, quickly forming ranks, advancing in a carpet-style manner.

The gathered protesting crowd numbered over ten thousand, so naturally there were still quite a few lucky ones who survived the drone airstrike.

Many were scared out of their wits by such cruel slaughter, sitting dazed on the ground, shitting and urinating uncontrollably.

But a portion still had their ferocity aroused, angrily pouncing toward the entering ground troops, trying to tear open the exoskeleton’s alloy with bare hands.

Facing these madmen, the exoskeleton armor troops ignored them completely.

Security Department personnel following behind them rushed out with rubber batons, smashing down indiscriminately on the crowd.

The neatly ranked exoskeleton armor troops advanced effortlessly to the administrative building entrance like a steel city wall.

They then split into two, one part entering the administrative building to capture the rioters hiding inside.

The other part dispersed in all directions, minimizing the impact of this riot on the upper echelon residential areas.

……

“Got it all recorded, right?”

Ding Zhongmin waved his hand, carefully retreating deeper into the central garden.

Even for a formal death fighter like him who retained abilities, getting entangled by these regular troops would be very troublesome.

The young man dressed as a bartender with dyed red hair put away his communication equipment and followed behind Ding Zhongmin: “It’s already been sent out. Next, it depends on the operations of the other branches.”

However, at that moment, an imperceptible breeze suddenly blew through the dense vegetation.

This breeze passed through, causing the leaves of the vegetation to tremble slightly.

Ding Zhongmin inexplicably felt something was off, irritably plucking a leaf, crumpling it into a ball in his hand, and rolling it back and forth in his palm, trying to relieve his inner unease this way.

Unfortunately, this could at most relax his mood a little, unable to influence reality.

“Ah~”

Ding Zhongmin suddenly heard the sound of someone yawning, and he immediately bristled like a startled cat, hairs standing on end.

Looking in the direction the sound came from, he saw that at some point on his right side, a man wearing a black trench coat had appeared.

This man was squinting his eyes, leaning against a tree trunk, looking like he hadn’t slept well.

The man in the black trench coat yawned again, then asked: “Was it you guys who caused this mess?”

Ding Zhongmin instinctively squeezed out a smile: “What do you mean?”

“Really…”

The trench coat man swallowed the curse he wanted to say, forcing himself to speak without profanity: “Do you know it’s very rude to disturb someone’s vacation?”

Hearing the word “vacation,” Ding Zhongmin’s pupils contracted slightly, silently placing one hand behind his back.

The trench coat man sighed, unhurriedly stepping over twigs and leaves toward the two.

“Let me properly introduce myself, Cheng Zhi Wu Sixth Team Third Seat, Li Shan.”

Before the words finished, Li Shan turned into a wind blade, sweeping over destructively.

Fortunately, Ding Zhongmin was prepared and immediately fell flat on his back.

The red-haired bartender behind him was not so lucky, directly severed by the wind blade, head separated from body.

Blood spurting from the neck’s cross-section splashed onto a patch of thorns, filling the originally fresh air with a bloody smell.

Li Shan reformed into human shape from a vague wisp of wind, turning to look at Ding Zhongmin rolling wretchedly on the ground, teasing: “Pretty quick reaction. You wouldn’t be a high-level official of the Can Society, would you?”

Ding Zhongmin hurriedly got up from the ground, not caring about the soil on him, and like a magician pulled out a pottery jar.

He then removed the lid of the pottery jar, turned it upside down, and a puddle of mud flowed out from the mouth.

It was obvious he was performing some ability, so Li Shan naturally wouldn’t just watch.

After all, death fighters’ abilities were bizarre and varied; generally, when able to retain an ability, they chose the one with the strongest effect.

So getting caught off guard could easily lead to capsizing in the gutter.

“Freeze!”

Li Shan pointed a golden light at Ding Zhongmin: “If you don’t have a second ability…”

……

In a bar.

Vice President Zheng glanced at the clock on the wall and frowned.

“Still no word from Ding Zhongmin?”

To prevent accidents in the plan, Can Society members had agreed to send a signal every ten minutes confirming smooth operations.

“Looks like Old Ding got taken down this time.” Kang Meirou had a slim ladies’ cigarette in her mouth, lifting her high-heeled foot to cross her legs.

“Then forget him. Anyway, he’s done what he needed to do.”

Vice President Zheng had no thoughts of rescue, instead saying: “The video recordings have been released, right? How much longer for Black Hand’s infiltration?”

Kang Meirou checked the last message from Black Hand.

“Should be soon. After all, it’s infiltrating a military base. President Zheng, don’t be too anxious.”

Halfway through her words, her lips parted slightly, then she revealed a playful smile.

“Look, here it is—success~”