I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

"Ding, congratulations on triggering a hidden mission to kill the psychopathic killer hiding among the crowd."

"Mission details: Kill the psychopathic killer in reality before the vehicle arrives at the terminal station."

"Mission reward: Obtain the fare from the woman's scream, an E-rank general passive skill 'Specter Nemesis', and keep the fare for yourself."

This was the latest hidden mission activated by one of his passengers.

An E-rank general passive skill—although the specifics of the skill were unknown, it seemed like a skill that could inflict damage on spiritual bodies. If Miao had not been fully aware of the preciousness of this type of skill before, after this journey, he had come to completely understand its value.

Passive skills are truly king!

For all supernaturals, skills that don't require active activation mean you can never have too many, and they increase in experience naturally without the need to grind for experience points.

Especially this kind of special passive skill; while it's E-rank, its value is several times higher.

...

At this moment, the bus was filled with passengers, with every seat occupied, and even more passengers standing inside, some holding onto overhead handles, some clutching their seats—it was a bustling scene.

A quick sweep of the eyes.

At least forty people.

The bus was clearly overloaded, but this did not affect its speed in the slightest.

Meanwhile, Chen Miao also received information he had asked Hungry Monkey and others to investigate: ticket collectors were rarely found in the Hell Bus event, and even fewer lived to tell the tale.

It was said that many died at the hands of passengers.

Some passengers tried to board the bus, and when the ticket collectors refused them, they ended up dead after fighting with the passengers.

Others allowed the passengers on, but it was said that at the terminal station, they died because the passengers didn't pay the fare.

Reading this message, Chen Miao roughly understood that the one who died at the terminal station must have been someone without external help to complete his mission, which highlighted the benefits of having one's own force. Without his own force, facing a situation that required others to work on one's behalf, he would have been utterly helpless.

By now, most of his passengers' missions had been completed.

Only 13 passengers' missions were still ongoing, but he had no intention of taking on more passengers. Firstly, the bus was too crammed; secondly, there weren't many stops left before the terminal station, and he needed to leave some time for Hungry Monkey and the others to complete their missions.

If the timing was too tight and they arrived at the station with missions uncompleted and fares uncollected, that would be disastrous.

Leaving a margin for error was prudent.

Not leaving any margin for error was far too risky.

...

"Miao, I feel your strength must be stronger than that Sang Biao, the representative of Fengtian City, right? We're both gunmen, and I've had dealings with him. I think you're more powerful than him," Old Gao, standing beside Chen Miao, looked at him seated and spoke.

After passing through many stations, especially the one with the red-dressed female ghost, their relationships had improved a lot. They all had gone through life-and-death situations, entrusting their backs to each other at critical moments, and their trust in each other had significantly increased.

Especially since Chen Miao had assisted them at several stations. He didn't need to; as a ticket collector, he wasn't required to get off the bus. However, the fact that Miao did intervene made them extremely grateful, and the full force of his attack left them all in awe.

"What's up?"

Chen Miao looked up, smiled at Old Gao, who was lost in the crowd, and said, "You, an Event Hunter, care about this too?"

"Of course, I do."

Old Gao nodded earnestly: "After all, city representatives will participate in the Federal City-States' competition, which is about to begin. It's a federal-level event; who wouldn't pay attention?"

"I think if you were this year's representative for Fengtian City, you could achieve a better result than that Sang Biao."

"Maybe."

Chen Miao wasn't too interested in this. Right now, his only desire was to survive this fixed event and then sort out what he'd gained. He had stored a plethora of rewards in the bus's trunk; too many for him to count.

As long as he could survive.

His foundation would immediately improve, not just his own, but the entire Tomb Guardian's as well. There were plenty of things that perfectly suited Hungry Monkey, Yuan Buping, and the others.

This fixed event also made him realize perhaps he should provide better opportunities for the people around him to shine.

He hadn't noticed how reliable these people could be. Initially, he had some doubts, but when he truly delegated tasks to them, he found they were not only highly efficient but also made no mistakes—let alone complaints.

"By the way..."

Something suddenly occurred to Old Gao, and he looked towards the young man from Jingjiu City, the Insect Tribe Priest, amidst the crowd, and smiled, "Thank you. I've encountered people from Jingjiu City before, and they were quite arrogant. You're different. You're a good person. Thanks for those few times."

In those stops, the Insect Tribe Priest had played a critical role, relying on the Insect Sea to help them through multiple crises.

"No problem."

The young man from Jingjiu City shook his head calmly: "Not every rich person is arrogant. My father used to be, but after becoming a billionaire, he told me to always keep a low profile when away from home."

"Never offend anyone lightly, and never think you're unbeatable."

"Always remember you're trash."

"Oh?"

Old Gao was slightly taken aback and looked surprised: "Your father adopted a unique educational style, becoming more humble after earning his fortune, unlike his proud demeanor before?"

"No, before he became a billionaire, my father owned tens of billions in assets. However, his arrogance led to offending the wrong people, many deaths in the family, and barely avoiding complete ruin. Afterward, his fortunes plummeted to mere hundreds of millions, so strapped for cash that he couldn't even afford to buy a Level Up package for a newborn."

"I didn't receive a level package either, climbing up step by step on my own."

"Only in recent years have things slowly begun to improve. Since then, my father has always reminded me to keep a low profile when out and about."

"Hmm... that's good."

Old Gao nodded, fell silent and did not speak. Struggling to afford a Level Up package for a newborn—that was unbelievable, wasn't it?

Such was an old tradition in Jingjiu City.

He was aware.

Spending tens of millions to boost a newborn directly to level fifteen or above, born superior to others—what's the use of turning a newborn into a level fifteen or above supernatural being? Not much really.

It simply meant the baby had a better physical constitution and was less prone to illness.

And above all, it was about status—such a practice was a symbol of a family's heritage and wealth.