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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
Classificações insuficientes
478 Chs

Chapter 44: "Inviting you over was just a polite gesture, yet you really came!

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But in reality, just as Zhou Yiming had said, if someone who wasn't supposed to die ended up dead in this case, it would indeed complicate matters a lot.

And in that instant when the tape was ripped from the young man's mouth—

The young man's face twisted into a grimace as he sneered and stared straight at Chen Miao, "I'll remember your face. Miao, right? You just tried to kill me, didn't you?"

"Let me tell you something!"

"I'm from Jingjiu City!"

"If you fucking dare to touch me, believe it or not, I'll dig up and scatter your ancestors' graves?"

"Hurry up and untie me. If you kneel and apologize sincerely, maybe I can forgive you for even thinking about killing me."

"..."

Chen Miao's lips twitched slightly, and that moment of hesitation in his heart vanished in an instant. He tilted his head and licked his dry lips, which hadn't touched water in a long time, placed the Thompson submachine gun against the young man's forehead, and smiled.

The next second—

"Ratatat!"