I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

You may speak.

This random event, if handled properly, is very unlikely to lead to any particularly bad outcomes.

However, Zhang Wanlin, on his own, meticulously selected the worst possible outcome from countless possibilities, dragging all those who had been transformed into 'Chen Miao' back to the Zhang family's headquarters.

"Miao, what on earth do you have packed in your backpack?"

Yuan Buping looked vacantly into the distance, "It's been 8 hours since the Hungry Monkey transformation was complete. 8 hours, has your transformation not been completed yet, Miao?"

"Hmm..."

Chen Miao nodded, then a hint of regret flashed in his eyes.

The stuff he had in his backpack was tremendous. The volume of the Nothingness Space was huge, so huge that he had even thrown in the container truck he had bought at the Eternal Cemetery before, filled with countless ammunition.

Take your time with the transformation.

It's just a pity that the props that come out of the transformation are all time-limited; otherwise, if he could copy everything in his backpack, and tens of thousands of copies at that, he would instantly become a known power within the Federation.

Let's not even discuss other things.

With so many limited edition Gatlings, he was somewhat at a loss for how to deal with them.

Additionally, with all the other assorted items, he wasn't far from being invincible.

At first, he wanted to exploit a bug. Since props disappear within six hours after death, what if those successfully assimilated didn't die? Couldn't they just be imprisoned, and as such, wouldn't the props remain?

Unfortunately, it didn't work.

He had tried it.

If one really kept finding ways to imprison them and keep them alive, those who were assimilated would find various ways to commit suicide, even forcefully causing their upper and lower teeth to collide, then swallowing all their teeth into their airway.

To choke themselves to death, quite literally.

These people had complete control over their bodily organs, able to do things that normal people couldn't easily do, including holding their breath until they suffocated and died.

For a normal person.

Even with special training, it is absolutely impossible to suffocate oneself by holding one's breath, but assimilated individuals could do it, and in the end, they would still die, and the props would disappear after their death...

Moreover, after going all out with their firepower, they would generally die from exhaustion in three to five hours.

Yes.

These people didn't care about their injuries, their strength, or anything at all. They just had to use up all their offensive capabilities and then wait to die.

In theory, if you were in an extremely secure shelter, you wouldn't even need to bother with these people, because they would eventually die, although the manner of death varied, but death was certain.

And it wouldn't take too long.

Only, what kind of damage they could cause before dying was an unknown.

Just at this moment—

"Ratatat!!!"

The ear-piercing gunfire suddenly burst into the night sky, sounding somewhat muffled, as if it were coming from a basement. Hungry Monkey's eyes gleamed as he heard the sound, "That's the sound of Miao's Thompson Submachine Gun!"

"I'm all too familiar with it!"

"And it's the kind that fires twenty thousand bullets at once!!!"

"Miao, how many Thompson Bullets do you have packed in your bag?"

"Not a single one..."

Chen Miao's expression grew gradually strange as he looked towards the seemingly busier Beifeng Pharma Group headquarters and murmured, "The Thompson's production line is in the magazine... Logically, the Thompson should not be able to fire a single bullet."

"Because as I remember, there are only production lines inside the Thompson, no bullets, and producing bullets requires Star Coins."

"Which means this assimilation not only copied all the props on me but also all my Star Coins, and they can use Star Coins to produce bullets, if that's the case..."

"Then there are too many to count, enough to last till the day after tomorrow, with no problem."

"And it's the kind where the trigger is pulled and not let go."

The very next second—

A massive explosion suddenly erupted, and a fiery blaze surged from the ground of the Beifeng Pharma Group headquarters. The door to a basement appeared to have been blown open, and immediately several figures rushed out!

Each of these figures was flanked by a 'Hell Gatling', heedlessly spraying everything living in their vicinity, including buildings, and in their arms, they also held Thompson Submachine Guns, with triggers tightly pulled, indiscriminately firing at all nearby targets!!

Explosive bullets sparked massive bursts of flame!

In the sky, there was a continuous downfall of meteor-like fire!

Every bullet fired from the Gatling was a flare, turning the entire Zhang Family territory instantly as bright as day, so brilliantly white that even noon didn't compare, radiantly white, extremely festive.

At the same time, countless fireworks soared into the sky!

Thousands of fireworks blasted into the air, and that night, all the citizens of Jingjiu City witnessed this unprecedented display of fireworks.

...

Chen Miao looked at the fireworks filling the entire sky, his lips twitching slightly with a hint of distress. He knew exactly what those fireworks were—they were the 99,999 sets of fireworks he had been rewarded with during an upgrade in his Nothingness Space.

He had never been willing to set them off.

He hadn't even seen what effect they had.

Now, these clones had set them off, and he felt kind of thankful to them; otherwise, he wouldn't have known what the effect of setting off 99,999 sets of fireworks was like.

A clone had 99,999 sets in their backpack.

At present, only three or four clones had rushed out, but many more were about to complete their assimilation. It was foreseeable that, tonight, at least a hundred million fireworks would rocket into the sky, and the resulting smog would basically negate the Jingjiu City Environmental Management Bureau's entire year of work.

Meanwhile, more Chen Miao clones charged out from the basement, firing wildly without any hesitation and continuously activating various props.

Whether or not there were enemies nearby didn't matter—as long as there was a prop available, it was going to be activated.

All kinds of single-use props, ones Chen Miao had never been willing to use, were being triggered without a second thought by these clones.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

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'Prop Name': Recognition of the 'Poor Family's Filial Son'.

'Prop Effect': Upon activation of this prop, a moral high ground called 'Morality' will appear under your feet. You can raise or lower this high ground as you wish, up to a maximum height of 1,000 meters.

The largest duration for the high ground pillar is one hour.

When you stand at the top of the pillar, you are immune to all attacks, and nothing can harm you.

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'Prop Name': Recognition of the 'Tomb Guardian who has guarded the general's tomb for decades'.

'Prop Effect': Upon activation of this prop, you can enter a state of feigned death. In this state, you do not need to breathe, eat, or excrete, and all your bodily functions enter a temporary state of hibernation.

The maximum duration is one hour.

During this feigned death state, your consciousness can ascend, allowing you to be fully aware of your surroundings. After entering feigned death, any curse about to take effect or boss aggro will be instantly cleared.

Upon recovering from this state, any negative buff effects received before feigned death will be cleared.

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'Prop Name': Recognition of the 'Senior Who Played Suona for a Lifetime'.

'Prop Effect': This is a special suona that, once played, will make all ghosts give way, honor you, and heed your command for a maximum duration of one hour.

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As several single-use props were activated, the scenario at the Beifeng Pharma Group headquarters transformed into an extremely chaotic mess, with pillars soaring into the sky one after another.

The height was controlled to be around fifty meters or so.

The Chen Miao clones stood atop these pillars, pelting the surroundings with relentless fire. To make matters worse, standing atop the pillars made them immune to attacks for an hour, granting them an invincible state.

Then you could clearly see several clones enter a state of feigned death then probably realizing it was of no use, so they would wake up again.

Even from this great distance, they could hear the sound of the suona starting to play.

In an instant—

Explosive bullets, a hail of twenty thousand Thompson bullets, a missile formed by twenty thousand bullets converging, Roaring Heavenly Dog rockets shooting up and eventually turning into a meteoric shower, the pervasive fireworks, sky-reaching pillars, and the echoing sound of the suona.

An assortment of messy elements crammed into Beifeng Pharma Group's headquarters in an utterly graceless fashion.

You could tell that the security at Beifeng Pharma Group was professional and quick to respond, as countless supernatural beings poured in almost immediately, ready to handle the emergency.

However, the faster they rushed in, the quicker they died.

Moreover, many clones were standing on the pillars, in an invincible state, rendering them untouchable.

"..."

Chen Miao's expression was complicated as he looked at the clones standing on the pillars. He felt an indescribable sensation within; these were one-time props he couldn't bear to use, yet his clones used them without any regard.

For a moment, he felt even less free than a clone.

It was like being a computer science student dating a girl from the dance department in college, cherishing every moment, feeling honored to even hold her hand. Then one day, he saw her get kicked hard by a sports student—in fact, the sports student stood up to kick!

Yes.

That was exactly how he felt at this moment—those props he treasured and held back from using, these clones didn't even bother to see if they were aimed properly before eagerly activating all of them. Those props had been hard to come by, weren't they?

They were supposed to be his ace in the hole.

The bad news was that because of the clones' destruction, all his trump cards were now revealed, and his true strength was completely exposed.

The good news, if nothing unexpected happened, is that those who witnessed this scene tonight would probably have a hard time surviving.

Any of those clones were much stronger than him.

At least, he couldn't afford such luxury.

And there were tens of thousands of them here, after all.