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."
Three hours later.
Black Doctor walked out of the room with a look of exhaustion, shed his white coat, sat on a chair outside the room, and let out a long sigh. At this time, Hungry Monkey and the others were sitting outside, anxiously and restlessly waiting. Hearing Black Doctor's sigh,
Hungry Monkey felt like his heart was about to fly out of his throat.
"What the hell are you sighing for?!!"
"What's the situation now? Can Miao still be saved?"
One would rather have Buddha nod three times than hear a doctor sigh.
When a doctor sighs, it is either an omen of impending death or a sign of irreversible fate.
"Hurry up, will you?!"
Even Doctor Gou was desperately urging him on, his voice filled with impatience. He was also a doctor, barely considered a surgeon, but his Kung Fu-level skills were just enough to perform minor procedures like circumcision with the help of tools; anything more complicated was overestimating his abilities.