I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

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He was scared of death.

If he had a choice, he wouldn't want to die too soon.

At least not before Hungry Monkey, otherwise that grave would be a waste. For some reason, he had a grave obsession with it, always wanting to bury someone inside. Perhaps it was because Hungry Monkey spent 80,000 credit points to buy a grave as his house, and the shock of that was too much for him.

It was now noon.

They had snuck around the clinic earlier in the morning and found it sealed off, with seven or eight law enforcement officers inside, apparently searching for some kind of evidence. It was clear that Doctor Gou was now under a warrant, which forced him to abandon his plan to stay at Doctor Gou's clinic.

It seemed he would have to live in a coffin for the time being.

As he was thinking about how to make some money and eating his noodles with big gulps, he looked up at Hungry Monkey in front of him.

Hungry Monkey finished a bowl of noodles in just a few bites, grabbed the peeled garlic on the table, threw it into his mouth, and without seeming to chew, downed the bowl. Satisfied, he wiped the grease from his lips with the back of his hand and then lifted his empty bowl high, bellowing, "Boss, more noodles!"

On the wall of the noodle shop was a conspicuous note.

"Free refills until you're full."

And this was Hungry Monkey's seventh bowl.

Very soon,

they saw the noodle shop owner approaching with a gloomy face, looking as if he was about to say something.

But the next second—

Chen Miao pulled out his flashy Thompson submachine gun from his bosom and slammed it on the table, continuing to eat his noodles without looking up.

Hungry Monkey looked at the owner and chuckled, the meaning behind his grin was self-explanatory.

"..."

The owner, who was about to say something, swallowed his words and forced a smile onto his face, "If you gentlemen had said that earlier, look, almost caused a big temple flood at Dragon King Temple, didn't it?"

The Gunman Profession, universally acknowledged as the worst Supernatural Occupation.

But still not something he could provoke with his Lifestyle Occupation.

A few bowls of noodles didn't cost much; it wasn't worth offending two Supernaturals over such a small amount of money.

Chen Miao looked up and smiled at the owner without saying anything, gesturing for him to hurry up and refill their noodles. Just then, they saw a man stride into the shop.

Sitting at the table near the door, Chen Miao subconsciously looked up.

That physique.

That silhouette.

This...

"..."

Chen Miao was momentarily startled. Without hesitating, he grabbed the Thompson submachine gun from the table, aimed it at the man standing at the entrance, and prepared to pull the trigger without a word.

However, the man in front was even quicker.

The man suddenly turned pale and dropped to his knees, raising his hands and shouting, "Don't shoot, I mean no harm!"

Perhaps the man's reaction was too quick, or perhaps Chen Miao was a bit too slow, but the trigger wasn't pulled after all.

Chen Miao frowned deeply, his gaze fixated behind the man, his mind racing with plans to escape from Fengtian City.

He recognized this man.

He was the leader of the police squad from last night, and he remembered the man's figure and silhouette quite well. His memory was good; though not to the extent of remembering everything he saw, it was much stronger than the average person's.

The sudden appearance of last night's police captain in the noodle shop, seemingly headed straight for him, was reason enough to suspect his cover had been blown. His first reaction was to fight his way out, for waiting to be slaughtered wasn't his style.

Like a sparrow whose wings cannot be broken, his hands could never be cuffed.

Even if it was just to be taken back for routine questioning.

Life could only be lost at his own hands, not controlled by someone else and then played with to death in an unknown manner.

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But this man was begging for mercy too quickly, and he hadn't heard the siren or noticed anyone else outside the restaurant. Most importantly, the other diners hadn't been quietly evacuated in advance, so he was sure the other guests in the restaurant were not undercover officers.

All these factors combined were why he didn't pull the trigger.

...

"Phew!"

Seeing that Chen Miao hadn't actually pulled the trigger, Zhou Yinao, who was kneeling on the ground, took a deep breath of relief. A burst from the gun wouldn't have killed him anyway, since he was wearing a protective vest, which would buy him some time.

But once that trigger was pulled, there would be no turning back.

A supernatural being opening fire in the city center, or assaulting a police officer, would certainly get arrested. In the city center, escaping would be too difficult, and for such a socially egregious act, no one would turn a blind eye.

An unknown deed can be dealt with in any way.

A deed witnessed by the citizens must be handled by the rules.

"Miao!"

Zhou Yinao, still kneeling on the ground, didn't stand up right away. Instead, he took a deep breath with his hands raised and said slowly, "No ill intent, I have a serious matter to discuss. Can we talk somewhere else?"

...

After a moment of silence, Chen Miao stood up, dragging Hungry Monkey, who was still waiting for the boss to add noodles, out of the noodle shop, and signaled for Zhou Yinao on the ground to get up and follow them.

The only ones left were the noodle shop owner hiding under the table, who wanted to speak but in the end chose to remain silent.

If you guys are so badass, can't you at least pay for your meal?

Did your mother make you a supernatural being just so you could leave without paying?

Soon.

The three of them arrived at a secluded alley, Chen Miao stood slightly behind Hungry Monkey, ensuring Hungry Monkey could step in first, before frowning at the man in front and said, "Out with it, what's the matter? We haven't met before, have we? Why do you act like you know me?"

"..."

Zhou Yiming was momentarily at a loss for words. After a pause, he spoke directly, "It was me who led the team to the Sankui Wasteland last night. You two ran off with Doctor Gou then."

"I didn't chase."

"You even left a survivor behind; I took care of that for you, as well as the 'Envy' organization's third boss."

"Don't look at me with that kind of eyes, I didn't come to claim credit."

"I've come to ask for help."

"Phew..."

Zhou Yiming took a deep breath, lit a cigarette from his chest pocket, put it in his mouth with a slight tremble in his voice, "My brother has been in the hospital for a while, and his condition suddenly got worse this morning, he must have surgery as soon as possible."

"The hospital asked me to prepare 300,000 credit points, to be deposited into the hospital account before they would start preparing for the surgery."

"Before the money is in place, they can only keep him alive on life support, they can't start the surgery."

"I urgently need the money."

"I have to come up with these 300,000 credit points no matter what."

"Got it."

Hungry Monkey suddenly nodded as if he had realized something, then burst into a grin, " Miao, he's threatening us. Just kill him; there are no cameras here."

"With my hammer alone, I could knock his brains out."

Zhou Yiming ignored Hungry Monkey and continued speaking directly to Chen Miao with red-rimmed eyes, "I asked for an advance on my salary from my boss, who refused, and I've borrowed all I could but still am short by 200,000 credit points. I am truly out of options and in a desperate situation."

"The families of those who died in the Sankui Wasteland yesterday are all dead too."

"You guys are the most efficient and decisive group that's appeared in Fengtian City recently."

"I can tell you're people who do big things; you have the capability and you're ruthless."

"I have a big job in mind, but I don't know if you dare to take it. If it's successful, I only want 300,000 credit points, the rest is yours."

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