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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 290: "Is this guy still alive...

"But after all, it was not witnessed."

"Human nature has a significant flaw, which is that for something that hasn't truly happened, even if there's a 98% prediction that it will occur, as long as it hasn't been witnessed, one won't give everything for it."

"This is very difficult to change."

Just then—

Hungry Monkey and others suddenly looked at the big screen with shock on their faces, as Miao began to act, and his score also began to skyrocket.

...

After much contemplation.

Chen Miao still couldn't muster the courage to crush his eggs; it really wasn't suitable for him, and he also realized, why should he compare himself to others? He wasn't here for the money.

He was here for this space where he could not die.

His goal was to get injured as much as possible, and then let the Zhiren Race within his body repair those wounds.

Whether it was a Crushed Egg.

Or an arm with a several tens of centimeters long cut.