I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

Chen Miao didn't pay attention to the noise behind him, he just silently placed his finger on the trigger of the Thomson he was holding in his arms. He then walked off the Hell Bus, timing it perfectly, and aimed at the somewhat bewildered silhouette of the middle-aged woman in the fog.

He didn't hesitate for a moment.

He pulled the trigger.

The next second—

Tens of thousands of bullets, like tigers bursting out of the forest and fireworks lighting up by the thousands, charged into the fog carrying with them a blinding light, enveloping the middle-aged woman within.

There was no scream; the woman didn't even have time to react before she turned into a pile of minced flesh on the ground, with a large number of bullets mixed with small pieces of flesh.

In the last second before the bus door closed, Chen Miao re-holstered his gun and returned to his seat on the Hell Bus.

The bus began to slowly start up again.

And on the field, the middle-aged woman took no more breaths. Find more to read at mvl

Seeing this, Chen Miao finally let out a slight sigh of relief. He hadn't intended to get involved in this matter, and he certainly didn't have the ability to bring someone back within a minute, but in the moment the door was closing, he suddenly realized a problem.

If this woman couldn't get on the bus, what would happen?

Would she die?

This was certain, but how she would die was the question.

His role was a ticket collector, responsible for collecting Tickets from some passengers, but what were these passengers? They seemed like ghosts but weren't exactly ghosts. A flash of insight, and an idea suddenly surfaced in his mind.

If this woman couldn't return to the Hell Bus and was left forever in the fog, she might transform into a passenger and board at the next stop or the one after that.

At that time, she might pretend to be in a normal state, as if nothing had happened, to confuse him. When they reached the final stop and found out this woman had become a passenger and he hadn't collected her fare, he would end up dead himself.

It was also possible that the woman's abilities would be greatly enhanced, and with no one to save her, she would, driven by strong resentment, stop the Hell Bus in its tracks. And as a ticket collector, it was his duty to step forward and resolve the issue when the Hell Bus was intercepted.

After some speculation, he came to an answer.

This woman could be left behind, but she had to die; he couldn't just leave her in the wilderness.

Otherwise, she would surely cause him a great deal of trouble at the upcoming stops.

This was only speculation, possibly incorrect. But in an event where the survival rate was so low, even if it was a mistake, it was better to kill than to let go, especially since the woman would have to die regardless of his actions.

The difference was only in how she would die. Dying at his hands might be quick, which, from a certain perspective, was also an act of kindness, a good deed indeed.

...

Chen Miao sat in his seat, sorting through information and speculation in his mind, completely oblivious to the fact that his actions had just left the other passengers on the Hell Bus dumbfounded.

Dumbfounded One: Is this kid's firepower really that strong? Isn't he just the unlucky lucky one? Why does he seem not so weak?

Dumbfounded Two: What are you doing? Why did you suddenly shoot that woman dead for no reason?

Even the man from Gaobei City, who had spoken the most with Chen Miao, had a complex look on his face and remained silent for a long time before he turned to Chen Miao and said, "Hey, bro, I forgot to ask earlier, what's your job class and level?"

The title had inadvertently changed from "kid" to "bro."

Obviously, Chen Miao's firepower had just gained the man's acknowledgment.

"Gunslinger, level 14."

Chen Miao looked up at Old Gao with a smile and said, "Don't worry, I'm just a ticket collector. I just received a notification on the panel saying that any player who didn't get on the bus in time would be turned into a special kind of passenger, waiting for us at one of the stops."

"Time was of the essence so I didn't tell you and just started on my own."

He casually explained his motivations, not bothering to say that these were just his speculations. To avoid wasting words in an argument, he claimed that what he said was stipulated in the panel. Could you possibly want to see his panel?

If you insist on seeing it, then screw you!

"This way..."

Old Gao was stunned for a moment, then, as if suddenly realizing something, he slapped his thigh excitedly, "Right, damn, I just remembered, in history, the Hell Bus was fully loaded only 11 times, and each time it ended in a total wipeout. But there were no conductors during those times, right?"

"Why the more people there are, the higher the difficulty? I think a big reason is that those who don't return to the bus on time become passengers, thus causing a great crisis at the next stop. This means that as long as we ensure no one is left behind, we can greatly reduce the difficulty."

"Indeed..."

The others chimed in one after another, evidently all feeling that this suggestion was highly executable, excitedly discussing it amongst themselves.

...

Chen Miao didn't join in the conversation anymore but turned to look out the bus window. The bus had already started, and he saw through the rearview mirror that on the road behind them, Hungry Monkey was holding a pile of treasure chests with bloodshot eyes, running wildly towards the bus with a fierce expression.

It was clear that it wanted to board the bus.

But it couldn't catch up with the speed of the bus, and the bus had no intention of stopping.

He could see Hungry Monkey's mouth opening and closing repeatedly, but the bus's soundproofing was too good, he couldn't hear any noise from Hungry Monkey's mouth.

Before long, Hungry Monkey was left far behind, completely out of sight.

He was his first passenger, but he had just disembarked like this.

He turned again to look at the dog coiled up on a seat not too far away. He was very curious about what the dog had seen in the deepest parts and what it had gained, but he didn't ask. Such things, even if asked, wouldn't be shared by the other.

Moreover, no matter how good the items were, they were useless now, as they couldn't be used and were temporarily stored in the storage compartment at the back of the bus. They could only be collected once the bus arrived at its final destination.

Just like the middle-aged woman probably got a lot of good stuff, but what use was it?

Making money is not the skill.

Having the life to spend it is the ability.

...

The passengers on the bus were still discussing enthusiastically. Perhaps because everyone got a decent reward in the first challenge and didn't feel much difficulty, their fear gradually subsided. They started to hold greater expectations about surviving.

But not long after,

The speed of the bus gradually slowed down.

Before anyone could react, a panel popped up in front of everyone again.

"Second Stop": Meridian Road.

"Station Information": After arriving, everyone on the bus needs to cross this dangerous Meridian Road, retrieve the token 300 meters away, and return via the same route; strive to return to the bus before it starts again.

Soon—

The bus came to a halt once more.

The panel information was brief, but it made the message clear. If one were to explain it in gaming terms, then this challenge was like a parkour level.