I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

Chapter 225 "Send them all to the afterlife with a burst.

The next time, the price might be too high.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Rather than let my wife fall into the hands of the enemy, where she might suffer violation and humiliation, it's better for her to die by my own hand; afterwards, I would have no more weaknesses.

After that, the young man seemed to become possessed, rushing to his hometown and locating his family records, slaughtering every relative he had, not a single one was spared.

"My wife is dead!!!

"Why should they live!!!

The young man's expression some kind of hysterical ferocity as he roared, "It's this world that forced me to do this, they all forced my hand!!!

And beside him, the Sin Value on the machine finally came to a slow stop.

'19202'.

...

"Huh."

Seeing this, the burly man with madness still flickering in his pupils paused, then suddenly took a deep breath, his expression gradually calming down as he shrank back into his chair, muttering to himself in a low voice.

"I always said, how bad can a cross-dressing fetish be, really."

"It almost made me believe that I was unforgivably wicked."

Now that there was no more trouble, his original Sin Value of over a thousand had made him despair, feeling certain that he must have had the highest one and that he would have to fight for his life soon. But he hadn't expected there to be a higher expert.

Nearly 20,000 in Sin Value.

This guy is seriously impressive.

He didn't consider himself a good person, but even he thought this guy was beastly.

Now, knowing he was safe, he felt quite relaxed and wasn't even as upset about Chen Miao mocking his cross-dressing fetish as before, turning his head to Chen Miao with a somewhat reflective whisper.

"Actually, ever since that mother and son discovered my cross-dressing fetish, I've always felt guilty. I've never killed an innocent person, and that mother and son were the only two innocents I've killed."

"Since then, I've been wondering, is the hobby of cross-dressing really so shameful?"

"I've been dreaming of that mother and son turning into ghosts to haunt me. During that time, I had nightmares every day, so I went to the temple daily to burn incense and pray. Finally, one day, it seemed like Buddha received my prayers, and that mother and son never haunted my dreams again."

"But I still feel very guilty."

The strong man nodded with an awkward expression, finally understanding why the mother and son had not haunted his dreams anymore during that period. It turned out it wasn't the Buddha's power that intervened, but a physical salvation.

"That... thank you."

"It's nothing."

Chen Miao also fell somewhat silent. He hadn't expected to have such a connection with the strong man. Could this be considered karma? But heavens above! He didn't want to have any karma with a cross-dressing pervert.

...

The young man beside the strong man, who carried a rocket launcher on his back, after roaring hysterically, suddenly deflated like a balloon, slumping into his chair, bowing his head as if deep in thought.

His eyes were full of red veins, staring straight at his own pants.

Silent and rather unnerving.

By now the village chief had walked over to the man in the tailcoat, who also asked him the same question.

"No."

The man in the tailcoat flashed a gentle smile and said softly, "I haven't done a single bad thing in my life, though I have done quite a bit of charity."

Then he lifted the wine glass in his hand, looked towards Chen Miao on his left, and raised his glass in a light toast, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

Chen Miao met his gaze indifferently without speaking, equally convinced in his heart that this man was up to no good. Here, the higher your Sin Value, the less it meant you were bad, but rather the more it represented your goodness.

You've done plenty of bad things, but you know what you did was wrong.

That's a form of goodness.

On the other hand, those who believe they haven't done a single bad thing are heartless psychopaths—non-recognition of one's bad deeds is the worst offence of all.

Just like this man in the tailcoat.

He understood that glance of mockery. It was the taunt of seeing one of his own kind. In the eyes of the man in the tailcoat, they were the same type of people—this mockery was to scorn him for outwardly being the great hero who saved the world but inwardly being such a person.

Only he himself knew the truth.

He was different from this man in the tailcoat.

...

It seemed the village chief had gotten used to half the responses. He approached the two women sitting on the far right, starting with the woman with red hair who held a whip in her lap, and asked her the same question.

"You...?"