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."
"Has he lost his mind?"
"Did I see that wrong? I thought the guy who didn't run had some serious backbone, turns out he just whips out a little pistol?"
"I remember the lowest-level occupational weapon for a gunman is a revolver, isn't it?"
This scene once again sparked discussions among the players from other civilizations watching in the white space, clearly puzzled by this turn of events.
They had already been shocked by the fact that every member of this civilization had turned tail and run at the start of the battle.
But what they didn't expect was that the one person who didn't run, whom they thought was either incredibly skilled and courageous or had some unique ability, actually just pulled out a small pistol.
Isn't this just a joke?
...
At this moment, Chen Miao,