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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 · Ficção Científica
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478 Chs

Chapter 120: The First Collective Action of the "Tomb Guardian" Faction!

"Wait a second..."

Chen Miao's expression suddenly turned strange, the fixed event number was 128, and the event name was Hell Bus. This bus couldn't really exist, could it? Was the mission to take people who died tragically in the human world and send them for reincarnation?

So far, these uninvited guests hadn't appeared to be aggressive to him.

Basically, most of them died after a single burst of fire.

Lost in his wild thoughts, nearly 7 minutes had passed, but the situation seemed to be getting dicey. Doctor Gou and the others had just reached the destination and were preparing to head back.

Though the return trip was bound to be simpler than the journey there, having experienced it once and some of the traps having been disarmed.

But to return in 3 minutes was still a lot of pressure.

He guessed that some people wouldn't make it onto the bus.

And just then—

A voice reached his ears once more.

"Hello, is this the 119 bus?"

This time, the voice sounded a lot calmer.