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 32: "I have parents, you are an orphan.
Under the night sky.
On a desolate plain outside of Fengtian City, bodies lay scattered in puddles of blood, and the cold autumn breeze cut to the bone.
The howling wind seemed to carry the resentful roars of the corpses strewn on the ground.
Standing amidst the bodies, Chen Miao turned to look behind him and saw, not far off, seven or eight Enforcement Bureau vehicles with flashing lights and blaring sirens had stopped on the nearby road, with roughly thirty people now getting out of the cars and slowly closing in.
"..."
Chen Miao twitched the corners of his mouth as he eyed the scene and began considering whether the police would believe him if he said he hadn't killed anyone and was just a law-abiding citizen who had simply failed to break up the fight.
"Don't be afraid."
Just then, Doctor Gou gave Chen Miao's shoulder a light pat and handed him the blood-stained knife, "We're all acquaintances here; they won't lay a hand on you."
Almost instantly!