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I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

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."

Medieval rabbit · Ciencia y ficción
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Chapter 117: Having a Lifespan-Linked Flower is an Ability.

Chen Miao didn't pay attention to the noise behind him, he just silently placed his finger on the trigger of the Thomson he was holding in his arms. He then walked off the Hell Bus, timing it perfectly, and aimed at the somewhat bewildered silhouette of the middle-aged woman in the fog.

He didn't hesitate for a moment.

He pulled the trigger.

The next second—

Tens of thousands of bullets, like tigers bursting out of the forest and fireworks lighting up by the thousands, charged into the fog carrying with them a blinding light, enveloping the middle-aged woman within.

There was no scream; the woman didn't even have time to react before she turned into a pile of minced flesh on the ground, with a large number of bullets mixed with small pieces of flesh.

In the last second before the bus door closed, Chen Miao re-holstered his gun and returned to his seat on the Hell Bus.

The bus began to slowly start up again.

And on the field, the middle-aged woman took no more breaths.