I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

Chapter 222 A seven-player group dungeon does not necessarily require seven players to clear it.

The red-haired woman holding the whip quickly fixed her gaze on Chen Miao, looked him up and down, and then squinted her eyes into a smile, "Handsome boy, from the moment I saw you, I've found you utterly disgusting."

"This feeling of revulsion is unprovoked, arising from the depths of my heart."

"So... you must possess some kind of Taboo Item that makes women detest you, right?"

"..."

Chen Miao raised an eyebrow slightly, clearly not expecting that the Taboo Item would be guessed so easily; although it didn't matter even if it was revealed, this also demonstrated that these high-level Supernaturals had a much stronger control over themselves compared to ordinary Supernaturals.

They could even detect sudden changes in their emotions immediately.

This was no simple task.

Humans are emotional creatures and hardly notice abrupt shifts in their feelings. When a person has such acute control over their emotions, it indicates an even greater mastery over their body—implying that this woman must be an expert in close combat with formidable strength.

He did not deny it but calmly nodded and said softly, "Yes, there is such a Taboo Item. Allow me to introduce myself: Gunner, level 37..."

However, before he could finish speaking, someone interrupted him.

"Level 37? I remember you haven't even reached level 20 yet, right? You haven't undergone the Third Turn either, have you?"

"Right? Chen Miao."

"You're quite the celebrity, I know you."

The man holding a wine glass in a tailcoat, with a face full of smiles, looked towards Chen Miao, "My family recently told me a lot about you. Someone has been missing you a lot; that person is my brother, Zhang Wanlin."

"He told me, everything you told him was wrong and it cost him quite a bit."

"He's been searching the world for you, and to think we'd meet here."

"But I'm curious about one thing: how did a Supernatural below level twenty manage to enter this C-level secret realm? There's a threshold for levels in C-level secret realms, with a minimum requirement of level 35. How did you get in?"

"..."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Chen Miao remained silent in place, not immediately responding, surprised to be recognized and even more surprised to encounter an acquaintance here.

"This woman was too strange, it was better to deal with her sooner rather than later." Read exclusive adventures at empire

"In a C-level secret realm, a teammate who may become unstable at any moment is far more terrifying than any boss."

The last sentence was specifically for Chen Miao.

Since Chen Miao was the only one frowning, while the others looked as if it were only natural. Clearly, if the young man hadn't acted, they would have. No one wanted such an eerie and uncommunicative person as their teammate.

Just as was said at the beginning.

A seven-person team dungeon doesn't necessarily have to be cleared by seven people.

Six will do, or even fewer.

...

"Heh."

The man in the tailcoat finished his wine in one gulp and then chuckled as he walked out of the cabin, passing by Chen Miao. Seeing Chen Miao still frowning and looking at the female college student's corpse, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Worthy of being a hero who has saved countless lives, your heart is just so kind."

"Tsk, looking quite decent, aren't we?"

Chen Miao, standing still, ignored the provocation and mockery of the clown beside him and continued to gaze thoughtfully at the woman lying in the pool of blood who seemed unable to move any longer. He felt that these people had overlooked something.

A C-level secret realm, no less!

Even if this female college student, like him, had been cursed by a demon to enter here, she would have been someone who cleared an E-level secret realm, with much stronger mental fortitude than an ordinary person. How could she just cry in a corner from the moment she entered the realm, refusing any communication?

It was extremely abnormal.

For some reason, an intense urge to deliver a finishing shot surged within him. He had a strong hunch that this woman was not dead yet, and that if he did not step forward to fire that shot now, she might reappear later and cause significant trouble for them.

But...

He turned his head to look at the retreating figure of the young man with the rocket launcher. The man had already left, showing no intention of firing that finishing shot.