I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

Next.

Chen Miao and Yuan Buping's group went their separate ways. They had a big job to do tonight and temporarily didn't need those people, so he issued his first task to them.

It was to dig for "Gunner Profession Inheritance Book" in the trash bins.

It wasn't an exaggeration; this thing could indeed be found by rummaging through the trash bins and wasn't hard to come by.

"Currently, Nothingness Space is at Level 2, with dimensions of seven meters in length, width, and height."

"To advance to the next level, it requires 5000 Star Coins + perfect pass through one F-level secret realm."

"Upon successful levelling up, the reward will be an exclusive firearm skin 'Taotie' and production lines for two calibers of ammunition and one firearms production line, with the gift of 'Citywide Fireworks'*1."

His goal for the past few days was to level this thing up to Level 3.

He had long since perfectly cleared an F-level secret realm, and all he needed was 5000 Star Coins.

Money, money, money...

He was in dire need of money right now!

...

As night fell,

Chen Miao had already arrived at a corner of the Sankui Wasteland with Hungry Monkey. It was a familiar old spot. They had just left here last night, and tonight they were back again.

The bodies that had died last night had been cleaned up completely, not even a trace of blood could be seen.

It had to be said,

in terms of cleaning up a crime scene, the Western Third Law Enforcement Bureau was indeed professional.

Under the night sky, the pale moon hung in the heavens. Although it was nighttime, perhaps because the moon was bright, visibility wasn't too low; they could even see that apart from themselves, there was no other movement on the entire wasteland.

According to the plan,

soon a gang escorting the goods would arrive here to start preparing for the exchange. This was a real gang, not the thugs organized by Yuan Buping. Even the worst gangs' entry requirement was possessing a Level 2 supernatural occupation.

They were genuinely powerful.

The moment the gang arrived, they could start taking action, and then Zhou Yiming would engage the Western Third Law Enforcement Bureau's forces, leaving a 10-minute window. They had to take care of these people and retreat quickly within these 10 minutes.

The plan was simple, the only difficulty was how to deal with these men within 10 minutes.

Soon—

Under the cover of night, a somewhat dilapidated jeep slowly drove into the Sankui Wasteland, coming to a stop somewhere. Then a few burly men got out of the vehicle, lit cigarettes, and began talking to each other.

Clearly, they were his targets for tonight.

"That's good..."

After counting them, Chen Miao inwardly sighed in relief. There were only four men, not too difficult to handle.

The gang coming to buy the goods tonight wouldn't be coming in. The person in charge had already been taken into custody by the police as an undercover informant. Tonight, these four men were doomed to be caught as a boost to the Western Third Law Enforcement Bureau's performance record.

He didn't take action immediately from his hiding place, but instead looked down at Hungry Monkey's wristwatch, and when he saw the time reaching '01:00' exactly,

he took a deep breath.

Pulling out the "Tao Wood · Thompson Submachine Gun" from within his coat, he suddenly stood up from his hiding place, held his breath, cradled the Thompson Submachine Gun in his arms, stood in the wasteland aiming at the five men by the jeep without a word, and fiercely pulled the trigger!

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"Da-da-da!!!"

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The harsh gunshots suddenly erupted in the wasteland!

Almost instantly,

a swarm of bullets, like locusts, enveloped those who had just stepped out of the jeep to light a cigarette.

"Pfft, pfft!"

These men didn't even have time to activate their protective clothing. They were shot by countless bullets without any preparation, and the sound of bullets boring into their bodies was like pierced balloons, constantly echoing in the wilderness.

In the blink of an eye, these men hadn't even finished their cigarettes before they all fell in pools of blood.

Chen Miao's finger didn't release the trigger but sprayed bullets for another full minute to ensure that the bodies lying in pools of blood couldn't possibly feign death. Only then did he check the time, and without any hesitation, he and Hungry Monkey swiftly rushed forward.

...

Dead beyond doubt.

Chen Miao, crouching and running to the jeep in the night of the wasteland, carefully made sure that all the men were dead before cautiously looking inside the jeep. After confirming that there was no one else inside, he let out a slight sigh of relief.

"Miao, we've got to move fast!"

At this moment, Hungry Monkey spoke with a sense of urgency: "Zhou Yiming said our gunfire was a bit loud, attracting the attention of the Western Third Law Enforcement Bureau. They're speeding up and will arrive five minutes earlier than expected."

"Mm."

Chen Miao didn't speak, but with one hand, he quickly scanned the jeep's interior with his Thompson Submachine Gun: "Find the box with the 'AI drug pills.'"

Just then—

He suddenly heard noise from the jeep's trunk.

Frowning, he carefully hugged the Thompson Submarine Gun to his chest, circled to the back of the jeep, and, with a glance motioning Hungry Monkey to open the trunk from the side, was shocked to find a young man with his mouth taped and tied up, struggling violently in the trunk.

Seeing Chen Miao and his companions, the man struggled even more violently, as if he had something urgent to say.

Next to this young man in the trunk was a silver box, unlocked. Inside, there appeared to be countless 'AI drug pills,' each wrapped in aluminum foil without fancy packaging.

Chen Miao immediately grabbed the box and unpacked all the 'AI drug pills' into his Nothingness Space, kicking all the boxes into the pool of blood.

After all this was done.

He finally relaxed, glanced at the deserted wilderness under the night sky empty of people, and casually pointed the muzzle of the Thompson Submachine Gun at the forehead of the young man in the trunk.

This man had seen his face, heard Hungry Monkey call him Miao.

He couldn't be left alive.

With this man alive, there was a risk for him.

"Don't kill him!"

Hungry Monkey spoke up from the side, his voice slightly rushed: "Zhou Yiming has new information. An insider reported that these people were carrying exactly 201 'AI drug pills' tonight, and they also kidnapped the young son of a prominent figure from the neighboring city, planning to sell him to the gang that was supposed to meet them tonight according to the plan."

"This young son is an unexpected variable. If it's just a gang-on-gang incident, the Western Third Law Enforcement Bureau won't dwell on it for too long. But if the son of a prominent figure dies here, the case will be lingering."

"Zhou Yiming's meaning is to take the goods and leave without killing this person."

"..."

Hearing this, Chen Miao's frown deepened as he looked at the young man lying in the trunk. He pulled the tape off his mouth with the gun barrel. This unplanned issue was a bit irksome for him, meaning his risk increased significantly.