I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

But after asking that question, Zhou Yinao knew he had said something stupid.

People below would definitely not joke about such matters with him.

"Hey."

He pondered for a moment, flicked his cigarette butt onto the ground, stomped it out, then caressed his bald head, and grinned, "These guys do their job pretty decisively, if only those damned Supernaturals were all like them in their work."

"How much trouble would that save us?"

"Damn, looks like I can get some good sleep tomorrow, this is actually some damn good news."

"That..."

The subordinate hesitated for a long time before finally speaking, "Boss, we are Supernaturals too."

"Is it the same? We are official Supernaturals, we are the good guys, they are the bad guys."

...

'Gaobei City'

A city not listed as one of the federal 128 main cities, due to its lack of resources and having an organ donation system bound to attract chaotic forces, ordinary people generally wouldn't choose to stay in this city.

Gradually, the city's style became steadily more bizarre.

The Federation had too many things to worry about and simply did not have the energy to care about these trivial matters below. It was an inevitable product of the times and something that could not be completely contained. Just let it be, as long as it doesn't cause too much trouble.

At this time, in a villa located in the downtown area of Gaobei City, a young man dressed in a suit was sitting at the edge of a balcony, swaying his glass casually, "The third brother is dead, he went looking for trouble with Doctor Gou in Fengtian City again last night."

"It's almost dawn now, and he still hasn't returned."

"Based on my experience, in our line of work, if someone goes missing without reason for over eight hours, they can pretty much be declared dead."

...

Beside this young man, on a chair lay a seductively dressed woman with a naturally charming demeanor. Upon hearing the news, she frowned slightly and rubbed her temples irritably, "What's the official story from Fengtian City's side?"

"Around 22:00 last night, a violent armed confrontation occurred in the 'Sankui Wasteland' on the outskirts of Fengtian City. Over thirty Supernatural Occupation workers were found dead at the scene. The perpetrator has been seriously injured and is on the run, and an active investigation is underway."

After saying this, the young man on the balcony shrugged indifferently, continuing to swirl the wine in his glass, "That's the public statement from the Western Third Law Enforcement Bureau of Fengtian City. The third brother probably died there too. The Enforcement Bureau probably fears us causing trouble, so they dealt with the third brother's body in secrecy, at least his name wasn't found on the death list, nor was there any body with a plum blossom tattoo."

"Huh."

Upon hearing this, the woman lying on the chair suddenly let out a relaxed smile, her whole demeanor easing as she lazily stretched her long legs on the edge of the balcony, "Well, that's good. It seems the Western Third Law Enforcement Bureau knows how to play nice. If only others could be as sensible."

"Otherwise, we'd have to seek revenge, and Envy can't withstand any more trouble lately."

Envy grew so rapidly precisely because of its extreme protectiveness. Anyone who joined Envy, no matter where they died or ran into trouble, Envy would go and demand accountability, insisting on an explanation.

It was because of this that Envy expanded quickly, attracting countless desperate folks willing to settle down with Envy, and it also helped Envy to win over many hearts.

But the problem is, seeking revenge is a very draining process for an organization.

Once in a while is okay.

But too frequently, who can endure such a drain?

While the reputation was built up, Envy's foundation became thinner and thinner. Sometimes, she wondered why those people were so foolish. If you kill an Envy member, why not just hide it well?

If no one knows, could they still seek revenge?

They have to make it known to everyone that you killed someone from Envy, leaving them no choice but to seek revenge. Skip it once, and the loyalty of the people below dissipates. After all, isn't the reason they join Envy for some security?

Just like now.

The third leader of Envy died quietly in Fengtian City, and no one knew—how perfect, everything was just right.

The man sitting at the edge of the balcony sneered, his eyes filled with disdain as he leaned on the bay window: "That idiot Old Three should've died a long time ago; he's caused nothing but trouble for Envy over the years."

"If he really had a grudge against Doctor Gou, he should've just killed him directly, instead of beating around the bush and ending up getting himself killed."

"Served him right."

"And he even had to get that damn plum blossom tattoo on himself, as if he was afraid others wouldn't know he was with Envy."

He didn't have a plum blossom tattoo on him, neither did the boss. Such things were just to inspire unity among the underlings; they planned to withdraw someday and try to be good people, not wanting to leave too obvious a stain on themselves.

"Enough about that,"

The woman shook her head, casually picked up the body lotion beside her, stood up straight, and began to earnestly apply it to her legs as she spoke in a low voice, "The combat-oriented big event in Fengtian City is about to start soon, and this big event will yield the item we need."

"Are our people ready?"

"That item can only belong to us."

"Relax, boss, everything has been arranged."

...

Dawn broke.

The 2000-lumen bulb lit up as expected, and Chen Miao, who was dreaming, instantly woke up, expressionless, he sat up in the coffin, closed the coffin lid again, and continued to sleep inside.

He had thought about unscrewing that damn light bulb.

But at the time, Hungry Monkey was nearly in tears.

He said that every morning when the light bulb came on, it gave him the feeling that his mother was calling him to get up. To him, the light bulb was his mother, and if Miao removed that light bulb, it would be like killing his own mother.

"..."

At that time, Chen Miao silently remained expressionless for a while, then put the light bulb back in its place.

Hungry Monkey had put it that way.

What else could he do? He couldn't really kill Hungry Monkey's mother, could he?

Generally speaking, orphans who lacked maternal love would often fantasize about certain things as motherly warmth. This was understandable in psychology, but to fantasize that a light bulb was one's mother was indeed unheard of.

Ten minutes later.

The coffin lid was moved aside again, and Chen Miao, now fully awake, stood up from the coffin, started getting dressed, and washed up.

After closing the lid of the coffin, it felt a bit stuffy.

He had never expected that he, someone who struggled to get out of bed, could wake up on time every day. It had to be said, Hungry Monkey's mother was pretty adept at getting people out of bed, and it was a good thing really, as it kept his daily routine remarkably regular.

"Sigh."

With a long sigh, Chen Miao looked up at the sky where the countdown to the big event that was only a few dozen hours away began. He stepped out of the tomb, took a breath of fresh air, and started preparing to tally up the spoils from the previous night.

Doctor Gou had gone, leaving him feeling a bit hollow inside.

In this strange world, he didn't know many people, and Doctor Gou was one of them. His sudden departure made Chen Miao feel as if Fengtian City had become unfamiliar all over again.

"Huh?"

But his emotions quickly dissipated, and as he looked at one of the items that Hungry Monkey had collected from the secret realm yesterday, his eyebrows slightly raised and a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.