I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms
Chapter 54: Chapter 53: "I have a plan.

F-level skill.

The most basic of skills, and the only offensive skill for the First Turn of the Gunman Profession, could be considered just an ordinary method of attack, providing a short burst of assault for players of the Gunman Profession in the early stage.

However, this skill had entirely changed in Chen Miao's hands.

Chen Miao took a deep breath, cradled the Thompson Submachine Gun in his arms, leaned back slightly, and slowly pulled the trigger while aiming at the ground in the distance.

The next second—

"Rat-a-tat-tat!!!"

A full 20,000 bullets were sprayed out in just one second, forming a fan-shaped pattern in front of him, almost ravaging the area in a devastating strike. The dazzling light from the bullets burning through the air even made the sky seem to darken.

The sound of firecrackers was like ten thousand speakers playing simultaneously, causing people's eardrums to resonate.

It was only for a second.

The rat-a-tat sound stopped abruptly!

White smoke rose to obscure the view of the few present, and the scent of gunpowder prompted Chen Miao to sniff the air involuntarily. He liked this smell of gunpowder, it was intoxicating, and the temperature of the air seemed to have risen a few degrees.

After a long time.

The white smoke gradually dispersed.

Chen Miao and his companion were astounded by the scene before them.

The already cracked wasteland became even more riddled with holes as the ground from 30 meters away to the distance was swept by countless bullets, creating a fan-shaped pattern.

"Firepower Coverage".

This was real coverage, where within the entire fan-shaped pattern there was hardly any ground untouched. One could imagine that if the barrel was pointed at a person, after a single burst, there wouldn't even be a body left to replace.

"How about you stand over there, and I test the strength of the protective clothing?"

Chen Miao held the Thomson and looked over at Hungry Monkey.

"Don't..."

The color drained from Hungry Monkey's face as his voice involuntarily weakened, his throat unconsciously uttering a shocked whisper, "This... not even a D-grade protective suit could stop it, let alone C-grade!"

"That's true."

Chen Miao nodded in agreement, then stood on the cracked ground with his cane in one hand, gazing at the fan-shaped pattern in the twilight, suddenly breaking into a smile.

The sky gradually darkened, and the unique night winds of the wasteland started to howl.

But his laughter grew louder.

As Chen Miao turned and walked in the direction of the tombstone garden, his laughter faded, but his silhouette became even more pronounced.

If—

If heroes couldn't save the world, maybe he could.

...

Late into the night.

Yuan Buping and others rented three vans, hauling back all the items they had shopped for that day. In a corner of the tombstone garden, under the light, a group of more than ten people were bustling about excitedly.

It had to be said.

Yuan Buping was a genius designer who could adapt to hardship.

In front of the coffin pit, Yuan Buping suggested that some design against dampness and insects should be considered. Chen Miao thought for a while and asked if bullets would work?

Yuan Buping just blinked slightly, then immediately nodded and said of course they would, it might just be slightly over-budget.

Chen Miao didn't care about the cost, and instantly produced 100,000 11.43mm bullets for the Thompson Submachine Gun, spending only 200 Star Coins.

So—

Yuan Buping then filled all these bullets around the two sides of the pit, stuffing the bullet heads into the wall neatly, and after that, he used the hot glue gun they had bought today to reinforce everything once more.

With that done,

the damp-proofing and insect-proofing work for these 17 pits was all completed, with the bottom and sides all wrapped in a dense layer of bullets. It could be said to offer ultimate protection against moisture, the only flaw being that if one accidentally hit the back of a bullet with too much force, it could be slightly dangerous.

Next, they placed the coffins inside.

Lining them with the mattresses they had bought today, and wrapping the inner sides of the coffins with the cloth they bought too, they had created a comfortable, large baby bed.

Perhaps it was the fact that they were building their own new home that had these burly men working extra hard.

Moreover, the division of labor was extremely clear: some built makeshift toilets, others tuned the diesel generators for optimal performance, some started setting up simple stoves, and two more dug a new pit, burying newly bought appliances like refrigerators and heaters inside the pits.

It really looked like a major wilderness construction site.

...

Standing at the entrance to his own tomb, Chen Miao, who was leaning on a cane with one hand, looked toward the group of rough men busy under the lights in the nearby grove. After a long silence, he finally said in a low voice, "Didn't I tell them to buy some daily necessities?"

"Why did they come back with three big trucks?"

"I only gave them a budget of 30,000 Star Coins, can you really buy that much stuff with 30k?"

He had let those remaining 20 "AI Pills" be sold by these people, and from the money made, 30k Star Coins were to be used to buy their daily necessities. He wasn't worried about these people taking the money and running away.

The beginning of cooperation requires both parties to consciously build trust together.

These people were also waiting for him to give them an opportunity to prove themselves.

If he kept guarding against them, without giving them even a slightest chance, the trust between them would never be established. Besides, it was only 20 "AI Pills"; if they ran off, so be it.

Could the temple run away with the monk?

"Oh."

Hearing Miao's voice outside the tomb, Hungry Monkey, who had been busy inside the tomb preparing Miao's new coffin and moving Miao's coffin aside for his own use, wiped the sweat from his forehead, bent over and walked out of the tomb, looked in the direction Miao was looking, and said with a slight pant,

"These guys also spent the money you rewarded them."

"I have to say, their execution is strong. I've lived here for nearly three years without managing to get electricity or a refrigerator. These guys arrive and in one day, they've got the stove and toilet set up."

"Miao, what do you think these guys used to do before? Wouldn't they be great in construction?"

Just then—

Yuan Buping, wearing a safety helmet and holding a flashlight, strode over from not too far away, holding several A4 sheets of paper, and looked excitedly at Miao as he said, "I have a plan."

"This plan involves civil and military aspects!"

"Since we've chosen the cemetery as our stronghold, this place is our base, and our base's defenses are a bit thin now. Relying on the front gate security guard, who is even more deaf than my grandfather, is obviously not enough. I suggest we set up some mock graves at the entrance of the cemetery."

"They will look like tombs on the outside, but actually, they will be empty, and we can assign two brothers to take turns standing guard inside them as secret sentries. We punch a hole in the mound of earth, and if enemies invade, we can stick a gun barrel out immediately."

"Then, the pits that us brothers have can be dug deeper or built with a duplex layer, in other words, a semi-double layer, and then connected to each other, creating a dense network of underground tunnels. This way, not only can we let the heater reach into every pit to ensure the brothers are warm in the winter, but we can also attack the enemy from multiple directions during an invasion."

"Plus, we have no way out right now, so if we are surrounded, we can only fight to the death. I suggest building an underground tunnel leading to the outside world, ideally with rails and a minecart, to help us escape quickly."

"We can also acquire some speakers and install them in every corner of the cemetery, so that when we escape, we can play gunshots and noise through the speakers to lay down a confusing array."

"Besides that, I think..."

"..."

Chen Miao looked expressionlessly at Yuan Buping, who was talking nonstop in front of him, falling silent, not quite knowing what to say.

He really wanted to tell Yuan Buping.

It was just a grave that Hungry Monkey had bought, not the whole damn cemetery.

And you have a plan, when you were dining with Doctor Gou last night, why didn't you have so many plans?