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 212: "Is this the Hell Bus...?
For these reasons, after struggling through the night, he still followed, although he did not know what he would face in the future. But since he had been tied to Miao from the start, there was no other choice.
Even if he stayed in Fengtian City.
Everyone would still regard him as a man of Miao's.
...
Chen Miao did not say much, only led the crowd onto the Hell Bus to prepare for the deepest part of the Land of Extreme Cold. The only issue was that there were too many people; they had exceeded his maximum capacity. He could carry a maximum of 17 people, and this number had clearly been surpassed.
But it wasn't a big problem.
They would just need to make an extra trip back and forth.
It wasn't a big deal.
"This is the Hell Bus...?"
The old gravekeeper, when seated near the bus and looking at the scenery of the Otherworldly Space, flashed a hint of shock in his eyes before laughing lowly to himself as if he thought of something, whispering, "Quite interesting."