I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms - Chapter 394 - 340: "Sky Eye Matrix Cannon."_2

Time flies quickly; may you enjoy a cup of drink.I know not the height of the green mountain, nor the depth of the earth.Only watching as the seasons change, that it took people's lives.

She was a famous assassin who had killed important figures, but ironically, she was killed by her own lover.And when she thought she was dead, it turned out she was occupying the soul of a young girl who was tricked by her own family.'Because I have been reborn, I will take revenge on the people who planned my murder and also teach a lesson to the people who underestimated the girl whose soul I reside in!'However, things become complicated when she has to marry a cold man, whom she spent the night with.

A normal person, Xin Yun, received a second chance by transmigrating to an unknown world. But because he chose to indulge in women, he lost his chance to become the most powerful.

When he gets caught by the force a struggle between the nine most powerful experts, something unbelievable happened, or it could be said that a miracle occurred. Xin Yun was reborn and sent back to the place he had transmigrated over to.

Having been reborn, Xin Yun decided he wanted to become the strongest being together with the three top experts from his previous life: the most beautiful dragon- Sparkling Butterfly, Yi Luo Xiang, the cruel dragon- Evil Empress, Yan Qing Ying, and the most dazzling dragon- Peac*ck King, Ming Xuan!

Furthermore, he wanted to pursue love with the most beloved person from his previous life- Yi Luo Xiang! Xin Yun, making use of his good fortune, used his memories from his previous life to prioritized becoming friends with Yi Luo Xiang, Yan Qing Ying and Ming Xuan. He even received a godly artifact from his previous life- the Heaven Splitting Axe!

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It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.