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."
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"Not to mention anything else, just look at those clones, they stand still as long as they have a target to attack, not moving an inch."
"If only these clones could be controlled by someone."
"There's no need for any military talent, not even a need to unite them. Over seventy thousand clones scattered and fleeing, each fighting on their own, that would be enough to give Jingjiu City a real headache."
Zhou Shen was clearly dissatisfied with this outcome.
It wasn't that he had any animosity towards Jingjiu City.
He just felt that, after all, those were seventy thousand Miaos, and to have them resolved so easily seemed to leave both him and Miao feeling somewhat disgraced.
"It's quite normal."