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."
"If we could find and end this disaster in a short time, it would naturally be a good thing, but what if we can't find a solution quickly?"
"Most people within the city are focused on finding someone, especially those with power and influence, no one resists anymore, and those zombies are going to slaughter unabated as if entering an uninhabited region."
"At this time, we can't let the morale of Broken Pot City's inhabitants disintegrate."
"And even if they die, most of those who die will be those desperate outlaws; consider it a belated execution."
"Do you understand?"
Today, he had spoken a lot of words, unusually so, as he wasn't typically that talkative.
"I understand."
Chi Qiu nodded his head with a complex expression, it was so complicated; he felt like he understood a bit, but at the same time, he did not fully grasp it.
"Right, don't let this news get out; it's an unverifiable decision."