I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

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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!"

In the young man's shocked and fearful gaze, the trigger was pulled.

A burst of bullets nearly filled the young man's skull with countless rounds.

Even Hua Tuo would shake his head, indicating his medical skills might not be quite up to saving him.

Afterward, Chen Miao didn't hesitate any further, but stuffed the body into his Nothingness Space. Having someone who shouldn't have died in this case would indeed be very troublesome, but if the body could not be found, perhaps there would be much less trouble.

After quickly tidying up the scene a bit,

he and Hungry Monkey swiftly left the area.

Without a moment's hesitation.

On his way out, he swiftly glanced at the tranquil 'AI Pills' lying in the Nothingness Space, a total of 201, and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction, as he felt there seemed to be more than a hundred when he had packed them.

He hadn't expected there to be 201.

This haul was enough to greatly accelerate his growth period.

Just not sure why there were 201, that extra one could drive a person with OCD insane.

201 'AI Pills' are about 2 million credit points, which if converted into Star Coins, would be around 100,000 Star Coins.

Enough to arm him from teeth to toes.

After that, he casually looked at the stack of newspapers lying quietly in the Nothingness Space, thought of something, and once again cracked a smile.

Hadn't he said so?

He seemed to have quite a good memory.

...

Five minutes later.

A dozen police cars with their sirens turned off surged into the Sankui Wasteland under the night sky, encircling the jeep ablaze with fierce flames.

Soon—

A stern-looking Deputy Director of the Western Third Law Enforcement Bureau, dressed in uniform, stepped out confidently from the leading vehicle, stood at the crime scene, and looked towards the burning police car and the several bodies lying in pools of blood.

Rage burned fiercely in his eyes.

He had been following this case for a long time, and now someone had hijacked it halfway through a black-eat-black operation?

Did this mean that the merit he had been preparing for so long had vanished just like that? To ensure he got even greater merit, he had even instructed the undercover agent to increase the purchase amount, bumping up the planned 100 'AI Pills' to 201.

1 million to 2 million credit points' worth of dirty goods was one level of merit.

2 million to 500 credit points' worth of dirty goods was another level of merit.

He would have liked these people to hand over 20 million 'AI Pills' to give him a huge boost in merits, but the problem was these people didn't have the capacity; 201 was already their limit.

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But now everything had fallen through!

Gone, all gone!

This only caused the rage inside him to burn brighter and hotter!

Afterward, the Deputy Director of the Western Third Law Enforcement Bureau, with a grim expression, rasped out each word, "Investigate for me, which bastard screwed me over, no matter who it is, I want a thorough investigation!"

"Fengtian City is such a mess because of these damn Supernatural beings!"

"Others might be afraid to handle it, but I'm not!"

"Investigate for me!"

"Yes, sir."

The officers of the Enforcement Bureau standing by all nodded and replied. With the Deputy Director's temper flaring up, it was obviously better for them to be compliant, hardworking, and only targeting those who were asking for trouble.

There were a large number of bullet marks on the scene, and not far away, a copious number of spent casings were found.

It was preliminarily identified as the work of a Supernatural "Gunslinger".

...

Meanwhile, within the crowd of enforcement officers, Zhou Yiming covertly assessed the crime scene while touching his nose. The goods were probably already taken by Chen Miao and his group, over two hundred "AI Pills". This time, they could make a fortune.

Only, that big shot's son had disappeared.

He must have been taken by Chen Miao.

At the moment, the Deputy Director was searching for this person's whereabouts, still constantly confirming intelligence with an insider.

Various clues should soon pinpoint Chen Miao as the target; after all, his profession was too obvious. Coupled with other traces, it wasn't a difficult task.

Zhou Yiming stood in the middle of the crowd, bending down and pretending to examine the scene like a pawn, as if none of this had anything to do with him.

...

At this moment.

Chen Miao, who had already fled the scene, returned to the "Graveyard" with Hungry Monkey, their hideout.

"Phew!"

Exhausted from the journey, Hungry Monkey couldn't help but gasp with excitement upon finally reaching safety, "I couldn't have imagined this heist would go so smoothly. It's like we had nothing to do with it, Zhou Yiming has run through all the procedures on that end."

"All we needed to do was snatch the loot."

"I have to say, having someone inside makes things comfortable."

"I never knew making money could be this easy."

Chen Miao, sitting by the entrance of a tomb chamber and wiping his Thompson Submachine Gun, cast a glance at Hungry Monkey and chuckled without speaking. He had already turned off all the effects on his Thompson Submachine Gun; they were a bit too flashy. Now it looked dull and not much different from other Thompson Guns.

Just then—

"Miao!"

Suddenly, Yuan Buping appeared out of nowhere, sneaking over with a hushed voice, "We've brought the person, didn't alarm anyone at the hospital on the way, but we might have gotten caught on surveillance."

"This could complicate things."

Behind Yuan Buping followed a dozen men, clearly the ones from the alley earlier. Four or five men were carrying a stretcher with a young man lying on it, his eyes filled with resentment and hatred as he stared at them, a sock stuffed in his mouth as he struggled violently.

"Wow."

Hungry Monkey stared at the boy on the stretcher and mumbled in astonishment, "Weren't you almost dying? How can you still have so much strength to struggle?"

He recognized the boy.

It was Zhou Yiming's brother; he had just seen him earlier today in the hospital, even bought him a fruit basket. He hadn't expected they would meet again here today.

"I was just being polite when I asked you to come over for a visit, but you actually came!"