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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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417 Chs

Chapter 328: S-level Secret Realm, The Great Migration Journey. _4

The moment it touched my mouth, the fragment that had been sharp and defined melted instantly, revealing a slightly sweet taste.

And as the sweetness melted away...

I looked at the panel that popped up in front of me.

Hungry Monkey's eyes suddenly lit up, disbelief and shock flashed through them, and his voice stuttered, "This this this... this..."

No wonder Hungry Monkey was too excited to speak.

The attributes were indeed a bit too exaggerated.

A full 400 Strength Points had boosted his Strength to over 500. Truthfully, it seemed too outrageous; he was certain that he must be the one with the highest Strength Value on Blue Star.

If it were just a matter of Strength, no one could surpass him.

"That's enough,"

Chen Miao patted Hungry Monkey on the shoulder, "There's no need for emotional words; brotherhood is felt in the heart, isn't it?"

At that moment—

A prompt panel popped up in front of everyone who had signed up for the secret realm.