Chapter 46 02.0046: "F-4 Block Unrestricted Fighting Tournament"

At the signal from the guild alliance representative, the war contractor waved his hand and the thugs pointed their guns at the oncoming militants.

"Cochran, be careful!" The female sergeant, who had not run far, suddenly turned around and shouted.

Horatio looked up and saw that the group of mercenaries had pointed their guns at them.

"Damn it..." he cursed.

"Fire! Fire! Shoot these troublemakers to death!"

『+Activate: Power Fist+』

Horatio raised his iron hand and instantly pulled down the two doors and stacked them together, then jumped out of the car and kept his body as low as possible.

Bullets rained down on the Citizen Army members and the passers-by and protesters behind them.

"Ugh!" Several young men with guns were shot to the ground first, and even their bodies were blasted with several bullets.

Soon after, some protesters who tried to drag the injured to the sides were also knocked down by the fierce firepower.

The bullet mercilessly penetrated the mortal's flesh and blood, and also hit the door panel held by Horatio, but failed to penetrate the second layer, allowing Horatio behind it to survive.

With a scream, a civilian woman fell to the ground. A bullet pierced her femur while she was pulling her injured daughter.

More and more people fell to the ground. Even if that person just wanted to pull his injured family to a safe area, these bloodthirsty bounty hunters and mercenaries would shoot him to death.

Horatio was enraged by this cruel scene. He made up his mind and rushed to the line of fire holding up two layers of door panels.

"What the hell is that! Fire! Don't let him get to you!"

Bullets hit the door panels densely, making a thud sound, and the first layer had been shot into a sieve.

Horatio stomped the second door panel to the ground and pulled out the shapeless first panel.

The prosthesis gradually increases in power, and heat surges.

"Line up!" the female sergeant called out to the surrounding Zhongsi marines through the horn-shaped sound array on her back.

Even though they were in a sea of ​​people, the surrounding civilians still did not dare to bump into the Zhongsi soldiers and consciously made way for them.

Thanks to this, more than thirty people quickly formed a long line.

"Stop! Cease fire! Quick! Don't hit Zhongsi Bing, kill that guy!"

The war contractor shouted, but the gun fired without blinking, and a bullet hit the female sergeant standing in front of the queue.

The bullet hit the carapace's breastplate, shattering instantly and turning into countless fragments that flew behind it.

hum-

A terrifying red light emanated from the eyes of the Orm Shield-type Tadashi helmet.

Horatio stood in front of the injured mother and daughter, and two bold protesters took the opportunity to step forward and drag the injured into the alley.

Another young man fell to the ground in front of Horatio. He crawled on the ground with difficulty. Judging from the books he carried with him, he was probably just an ordinary passing student who was unfortunately involved.

Seeing a row of people pointing their guns at him, Horatio waved his hand and pulled the fallen student and the two injured people closest to him behind him.

"You cold-blooded butchers..."

With his amazing arm strength, he grabbed the first door panel and threw it out like a discus.

Clang!

The flying car door knocked down the row of mercenaries who were ready to open fire like a bowling ball. The strong wind frightened the mercenaries so much that they sat down on the ground.

Looking at their colleagues whose bodies were broken, some people were at a loss and began to waver, and the battle line became shaky.

"God, how can he be so strong..."

The female sergeant watched Horatio throw the entire car door out from more than ten meters away, smashing down a section of it, and couldn't help but let out a small murmur of surprise.

This is a terrifying power that even the Zhongsi Army, which has undergone physical enhancement, cannot achieve.

She quickly came to her senses and immediately issued combat orders.

"Gun to shoulder! Aim!!"

At her command, all the Zhongji marines raised their Acatlan reconnaissance laser guns in extremely uniform movements, with the black muzzles pointing at the mercenaries lined up in a row.

This scene caused chaos in the opposing mercenary team. Some people began to whisper and looked at the guild alliance representatives, their will to fight wavered.

"What should we do? We promised to help you guard the intersection, but we didn't say we would help you fight against the Zhongji Marines!" The war contractor shouted in panic and dully.

“Don’t be afraid! Everyone, guard the intersection leading to the surface! That’s just a decoration, they won’t shoot! We are the Guild Alliance, the legitimate government of Abyss Port! No one dares to touch us, not even the fleet!”

The representative crossed his arms and put them in front of his chest, not taking the aggressive behavior of the marine Tadashi seriously at all.

"Fire!!!"

In an instant, accurate and deadly lasers rushed towards the mercenaries who were kneeling and shooting.

This laser gun equipped in air transport troops has fierce and powerful firepower, can be adjusted to fully automatic and semi-automatic, has a bullpup design, and has a long battery life, so it can easily cope with close-range combat and fire suppression situations.

The laser firepower instantly overwhelmed the mercenaries' fire network. Many mercenaries were killed or injured, and fell to the ground. For a time, the whole place was filled with wailing.

Although some people did not die under the protection of bulletproof armor, they were half-dead.

The parts of the bodies that were shot were severely burned, giving off an unpleasant smell of burnt flesh. Even medical treatment would require cutting off large chunks of flesh or even amputation, which was enough to make many of them quit this business. In less than a minute, the well-aimed volleys had knocked down one-third of the mercenaries in the line.

They were already panicking after being hit by a door panel and it was difficult for them to continue to maintain their line. Most of them did not dare to fight back against Zhongji's marines. Even some of them were brave enough to not penetrate their solid shells.

Finally, the line of the stragglers collapsed, the mercenaries fled, and the angry crowd rushed forward like a wave.

"Don't come over here! You bunch of troublemakers! I am..." The representative of the Guild Alliance was so scared that his legs went limp and he sat down on the ground.

"Ah! Aaaaah!"

He screamed in a weird way, and was pierced through the chest by a sharpened steel pipe by the angry people, along with the "Guild Alliance Outstanding Service Medal" on his chest.

Then his head was chopped off by a crude cleaver that whizzed past.

These weapons were originally production tools and building materials for the Zhongchao workers, but under the unbearable pressure of life, they were transformed into swords and spears to stab the powerful.

Puff—blood spurted out from the fracture like a fountain.

On the powdered face, makeup was mixed with blood.

The terrified head with rolled eyes was impaled on a steel pipe by the angry people. The white fake curly hair stained with scarlet fell to the ground and mixed with the blood.

Whether they are powerful or common people, their blood flows equally on the dirty ground.

Only death can bring true equality.

"Step down! Step down! Step down!" The marchers gathered again.

The shouting gradually faded away along with the crowd, and pedestrians reappeared on the street before it was cleared.

This does not mean that they are safe. Those who participated in the protest for survival have left, while those who worked hard for a living continue to work.

This is where millions of workers depend on for food and clothing. Even though there may still be danger, everyone has to pretend nothing has happened and go about their business to make a living.

The people living in Zhongchao are all working class, pure working cattle and horses. Except for those guys who have completely given up on themselves, the residents of Zhongchao are busy every day.

As the galactic war escalated and the situation in the Empire deteriorated, many workers who could not find factory work began waiting on the streets at three or four in the morning on Terra to find odd jobs.

Even though it is already afternoon, there is still a steady stream of workers looking for work at the intersection of Bai Street.

The middle and lower nests without sunlight are cold all day long.

Migrant workers without jobs huddled in dirty coats that they had worn for who knows how many months.

The wrinkles on his face were filled with the hardships and sorrows of life. There was no trace of a smile on his face. He squatted on the ground, causing serious traffic congestion.

They worked day and night to earn money, working an average of fifteen or sixteen hours a day until they became hunched over.

In this place with a distorted supply chain, no matter how much money you earn, you can only barely maintain survival. The Engel coefficient is frighteningly high, and in the end you are still working for nothing for the providers of materials.

It is said that the food carried by only twenty large carak transport ships sailing from the agricultural world is enough to feed everyone living in Abyss Port.

Every day, thousands of such ships dock at the ports of Abyss Port.

Although most of these materials will be transported to other worlds, there are enough to make it almost impossible for large-scale famine to occur on this planet, let alone the farce of "buying a loaf of bread for 50".

However, reality is like a clichéd story, a dark Möbius strip that makes people laugh and cry.

No matter in which era, the material distribution of human civilization always becomes distorted with the expansion of population.

The upper nest people who live on the mild and comfortable surface are willing to pour the fresh food that the lower class people cannot afford into the sewage pipes, just because they think these things are not nutritious and healthy enough.

In the crowded and cramped Zhongchao, 007 has become a real blessing - having a factory assembly line job is extremely valuable.

But thousands of meters underground in the darkness, ragged and unemployed people can fight over a piece of rotten dough, and even kill each other.

As for the bottom nest, it is an unimaginable hell.

Obviously, only twenty large transport ships are needed to feed everyone, but under the manipulation of the invisible hand called "interest" and the bloated, slow and extremely cumbersome supply system, a Leviathan called "unequal distribution" was artificially created.

Corruption also breeds and spreads from this.

The loyal marines did not stop for a moment and immediately began to restore order, and the people also did their best to give the loyal descendants of the empire the honor and dignity they deserved.

They began to calm down from their recent fury and stopped doing any radical actions. They just kept shouting slogans against the guild alliance.

People here don't want bloodshed. They just want to stay alive so that the women, children and young children at home can fill their stomachs and won't freeze to death in their sleep due to lack of heating.

But stagnant wages and rising prices have put these necessities beyond the affordability of the average Zhongchao resident.

As a commercial government, the Guild Alliance is not only unable to stabilize prices, but the rising "essential living expenses" have made the situation even worse.

However, Horatio, who has become a loyal heir to the empire, will no longer live such a dark and miserable life.

He will gloriously serve the Lord of Mankind on the Golden Throne, and have a future and destiny that these common people cannot imagine.

"Make way! Make some space!" the female soldier shouted to all around using a sound array.

Whoosh—three shuttles flew down from the surface entrance where the mercenaries had fled, and the protesting crowd that had regrouped had to disperse again, away from the air wave.

[Is it the reinforcements from the Guild Alliance?]
Horatio's hair was messed up by the sudden strong wind. He looked up and vaguely recognized the rose knot of the Battle Sisters through the glaring searchlight.

The shuttle slowly lowered its altitude and several ropes were dropped from the tail cabin.

Soon, several tall female warriors in silver armor and black robes grabbed the zipline and jumped to the ground skillfully.

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