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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 315: Wax Museum Rules.

Soon—

Hungry Monkey shared the rules of the Shroud Shop with Miao and the others.

"Building Rules": Every player who enters this building will automatically receive a tailor-made shroud with the effect of keeping warm, ensuring you can sleep warmly and cozily.

"Uh..."

Seeing this rule, Hungry Monkey and the others exchanged glances, all seeing the speechlessness in each other's eyes. What kind of ridiculous rule was this? It was neither harmful nor beneficial, essentially useless.

If one had to say it served some minor purpose, it was that they now had an extra set of clothes to change into.

But no sane person would think of using a shroud as change of clothes.

"There goes one of my detection opportunities," Hungry Monkey lamented, looking at his remaining detection chances. He had only four detection opportunities left, and his initial bravado about scouring an entire street was indeed an overstatement; these five detection opportunities were already his limit.