Chen Miao transmigrated to a supernatural world, where everyone had their own profession, such as "Student", "Fighter", "Thief", and so on. After much contemplation, he activated the "Gunslinger" profession. From then on! While the foreign races brandished their claws to invade, and others tirelessly trained their physical fitness and learned skills. Chen Miao silently ventured into secret realms to collect all sorts of materials, crafting Occupation Exclusive weapons like the "Thompson Submachine Gun," "Falling Blossom Sniper Rifle," "Inferno Gatling," "Matrix Sky-Eye Cannon," and so on. ... One day, people suddenly noticed that a very unfamiliar Supernatural Occupation had appeared on the city's Combat Power rankings. And in the crowd. Chen Miao, bare-chested under a black suit jacket with sunglasses on and a cigar in his mouth, held two Inferno Gatlings in his hands, looking up slightly at a group of scoundrels in front of him with the corners of his mouth turned up. "Don't wait for me to stuff the gun barrel in your mouth before you admit you were wrong."
"Zhang..."
Just as this person named Zhang Qi was about to say more, Chen Miao, who stood in place leaning on a cane, suddenly snapped his fingers lightly.
Immediately after, they saw a blood-red Hell Gatling rise into the air, and before Zhang Qi could react, the barrel was jammed into his mouth, starting to rotate rapidly.
"Tat-tat-tat!!!"
The harsh and secretive sound of gunfire abruptly rang out over the open ground.
A few seconds later.
There were no more clamorous voices, only a pool of blood and flesh on the ground, along with countless bullet casings, proving that a murder had apparently taken place here.
"Sigh."
Chen Miao glanced at the scene, then looked away, impatiently digging at his ear. "These aren't durable at all, they break upon touch, and even someone like this could become a bureau chief?"
"It's the Zhang family again."
"I wonder if it's just my luck, why is it that none of the Zhang family members I meet is normal?"