I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

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"Are you fucking kidding me with the warehouse? Are you fucking out of your mind???"

"Run!!!"

"Quick, get in touch with the family head, and have him handle this. The group has so many security guards who get paid a shitload by me, it's about time they earned their keep. By any means necessary, we must keep the situation contained within Beifeng Pharma Group!!!"

"Did you all fucking understand that!!!"

On a highway tunnel of Beifeng Pharma Group, Zhang Wanlin was sitting in a car speeding away, furiously yelling into his wristwatch.

Things had escalated way too quickly.

He hadn't even had time to react when one of Chen Miao's clones suddenly opened fire. He admits he had underestimated Chen Miao somewhat, limiting his evaluation to Chen Miao's awakening from the fourth layer of the dream and successfully preventing a catastrophic fixed event.

He had seen Chen Miao's combat footage, too.

The footage of Chen Miao's combat during Fengtian City's major incidents and boss battles, he had watched them. He thought, although stronger than other supernatural beings of the same level, that was pretty much it, not unbeatable.

Only now did he realize how much Chen Miao had been holding back.

It wasn't just one, two, or even three reserves!

It was fucking tens of thousands of reserves!!

You should just fucking change your name to Chen Thousands of Hands, shouldn't you??

When that clone of Chen Miao unexpectedly went all out with its firepower, he was stunned. The sudden barrage of attacks nearly destroyed the entire basement in an instant.

If it weren't for his luck in not getting caught in it immediately, he would have died long ago!

Right after that, the second Chen Miao clone, the third Chen Miao clone, one after another, clones of Chen Miao began to awaken, as it were, launching indiscriminate and full-power destructive assaults on their surroundings!

And he, naturally, was the first to flee through the underground highway tunnel.

This situation was beyond his capabilities.

It exceeded his scope of handling.

But that didn't mean he didn't have support. Even though he couldn't handle it, he believed the Zhang Family could definitely handle it.

And moreover...

Zhang Wanlin, panting heavily, glanced at the nearly hundred Hell Gatlings in his backpack, which he had confiscated from the Chen Miao clones. He had just started confiscating them when those clones of Chen Miao suddenly went berserk.

But even so.

It was still a profit.

Enough for him, since the losses were to the Zhang Family's assets. Sure, he was the main person in charge of this behemoth of a company, and yes, the company was worth tens of trillions, but those were corporate assets, not his personal wealth.

He hadn't lost much, but these nearly hundred Gatlings were now firmly in his hands.

Once all this was over, not only would he not be at a loss, but he would have also made a tidy profit.

Even though there were only a hundred Gatlings, which wasn't enough for his army of gunners, they were still very strong, and forming an elite squad would be a nice choice.

"Damn you, Chen Miao!!!"

Zhang Wanlin, in the midst of his escape, was filled with resentment. It was all Chen Miao's fault, and once this accident was over, he would personally capture Chen Miao and put him to death!

...

Meanwhile—

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At the high-rise headquarters of "Beifeng Pharma Group," several shareholders and senior executives were in a meeting.

"President Wang."

One of the technicians, full of respect, stood in front of the PowerPoint on the large screen and began the presentation, "This is the latest product developed by our R&D department, a groundbreaking medicine that can cure 'Petrification Disease,' an incurable affliction that has never been successfully treated before."

"Only one in a hundred thousand people contract this disease. Once infected, the person's body will gradually petrify, but they will not lose consciousness. They'll feel their life slipping away while being fully aware."

"However, this medicine, whether it's administered in the late or early stages of the disease, just one injection and the disease is cured!"

"The development costs over the years plus the actual cost of the drug, put the cost of one injection at around 600,000 Credit Points."

"Please advise on the pricing of this drug, President Wang."

"..."

The middle-aged man seated in the main chair, President Wang, was expressionless and showed no reaction. He listened to the entire presentation about the medication before idly spinning the pen in his hand.

"You bookworms really only understand the dead letters in your textbooks."

"Tell me, what good is this drug you developed for the company?"

"Ah?"

The technician was stunned for a moment, thinking the president hadn't heard him, and hurriedly explained, "President Wang, you misunderstood. This medicine can cure the previously incurable 'Petrification Disease.' With just one injection..."

"Enough."

President Wang's face turned icy as he tapped the desk with his pen, "I know your drug is very useful for the user. What I want to know is, what good is it for the company? Do you think someone will spend 600,000 to buy this medicine?"

"Of course, they will. After all, in a federation of nearly tens of billions of people, there's no small number of people who will contract Petrification Disease. These people's..."

"It's apparent."

President Wang interrupted the technician again, "You don't really understand human nature. Let me ask you, if you had a family member with Petrification Disease, say, your father, with whom you have a very close relationship."

"After contracting the disease, he turns into a stone, lying in bed with no difference from a vegetative state, except for being conscious."

"You're also about to get married."

"Your mother-in-law is demanding a dowry of 188,000. You love your fiancée very much and you're preparing a house for marriage. At this moment, you see the news that for just 600,000, you can buy an injection and save your father."

"Would you choose to save your father?"

"Of course!"

The technician first nodded with certainty, but as his mouth slowly opened and then closed, he became somewhat hesitant and fell silent.

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President Wang leaned back in his chair, glanced at the fireworks rising outside the window, and spoke indifferently, "Everyone says they would before it actually happens, but in reality, you underestimate the pressure of 600,000 on a family and overestimate a person's obsession with spending their entire fortune to see their loved one revive."

"A person who's been unconscious for two years."

"Spend 600,000 to wake him up? Not many people would be willing to do that."

"You know?"

"Let me tell you a statistic. In the ICU, 80% of the oxygen tubes are not removed by nurses, but by family members themselves."

"In the entire federation, the ICU is the only place where you can legally end the life of your relative. Although those people will use various excuses to tell themselves it was a necessary evil, it does not disguise the fact that they personally ended the life of their relative."

"Human nature cannot withstand testing, especially since 600,000 is just the cost price."