"General, it's not good; people are marching."
General Barton, already in a foul mood, immediately shouted without turning his head, "Drive them back home."
"But... their numbers are large, and..." The assistant glanced at those present, "They have weapons, and a conflict is about to break out. If that really happens, then... the impact will be extremely negative."
The Northwest Region has always had a fierce populace, and gun management is not strict. Many families own things like hunting rifles. To protect themselves, many in the marching crowd are carrying guns and self-defense weapons.
Bang!
Before the assistant could finish speaking, there was a dull noise from outside the window.
Everyone rushed to the window, and saw a wine bottle thrown onto the plaza outside the city hall by an unknown person. The gasoline inside ignited immediately, setting on fire a policeman who attempted to stop the marching crowd.
"Everyone, charge forward and demand an explanation from Barton!"
