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."
Chapter 118: "Don't panic, take it slow!
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But the competition wasn't just about speed; there were numerous dangers along the way, and it was expected that the ability to face these dangers would be tested. As for what specific dangers might arise, they were completely unknown.
The bus had, at some unknown point, arrived at the edge of a steep cliff.
There were no other paths around.
Only nine suspension bridges led to the other side of the cliff. The bridges were not long, only a few dozen meters, and there were more challenges beyond them. According to the display panel, this suspension bridge was part of the Meridian Road.
They needed to rush over this bridge, and past the lava pillars and other challenges that followed, to secure a token and return by the deadline.
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Chen Miao, who was alone on the bus, glanced at the driver sitting in the driver's seat but didn't go up to chat. Instead, he lit a cigarette and, in the swirling smoke, watched the pairs of people walking onto the suspension bridge.