Passive Inheritance System for All Occupations

After firing a magazine, Sedno bowed his head and retreated behind the wall. The green short-haired girl who was standing by at the same time turned around immediately after hearing the words, and the two submachine guns in her hands flashed alternately, taking over her position.

Seeing Sedno retreating back to the wall, Froya quickly handed over a loaded magazine, then took the empty magazine from her hand, and started to reload it swiftly.

"Team...! Captain! There is a situation!"

Just as Sedno was changing the magazine, Cecilie, who was on the wall observing the battlefield, suddenly let out a scream.

"Northwest direction, someone is coming here!"

"What?!" Hearing Cecilie's words, an expression of astonishment flashed across Sedno's face, and then she seemed to think of something, and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes, "Could it be the support from other teams in the company?"

"No... I don't think so."

Froya opened the tactical map on the microcomputer as early as Cecilie had just exclaimed. At this moment, she looked at the picture displayed on the map with a strange expression on her face.

"Just look at it and it will be clear..."

While speaking, Froya clicked on the [-]D projection, and the phantom of the translucent map unfolded in the air, which was the scene in the northwest direction behind the wall.

Between the short and narrow streets, countless crimson ballistic trajectories are intertwined into a large airtight net, wantonly smashing everything in the street.

However, amidst the dense firepower net, a man in a black windbreaker stood still, neither torn to shreds by the torrent of bullets, nor flying backwards under the huge kinetic energy of the gunshots, he just stood motionless , with a gentle and kind smile on his face.

Around the body of the man in black, sparks suddenly lit up from mid-air, and a blue gust of wind surrounded him... No, no, it wasn't a gust of wind, it was...

Staring at the man in black in the projection, Sedno's eyebrows twitched suddenly.

"……sword?"

……

"jingle jingle jingle—"

With the blessing of hundreds of points of agility, the green sword turned into a gust of wind and danced in mid-air.

As the green sword slid across, dozens of dazzling sparks lit up, accompanied by a clear and loud sound of gold and iron.

"Strange...monster!"

"He's a devil! A devil!"

"Impossible, how could such a thing..."

On the other side of the street, more than a dozen men in white robes were firing guns, while showing expressions of horror and fear.

If it is through prediction and experience, most veterans can effectively evade shooting, and even some soldier kings can counteract gangsters with guns while dodging.

However, that is only based on the premise of successful evasion. How could anyone in the world be able to block the bullets fired by the rifle head-on?

Take the AK74 they are using at the moment as an example, the muzzle velocity can reach 900 meters per second, this speed is more than twice the speed of sound, close to three times the speed of sound!

To put it in a more intuitive way, when you hear the gunshot, at least two bullets have hit your body.

Even if a high-speed camera wants to capture the trajectory of a bullet, it needs to be slowed down by more than a thousand times to barely do it.

But now, this man who suddenly appeared, he can actually block the bullet head-on?

And with a cold weapon!

A sword!

Yeah, that's right, they're pretty sure the man isn't using any high-tech equipment, just fucking swinging swords and swinging swords all the time!

"fu#ck! fu#ck! fu#ck! fu#ck! fu#ck!..."

The eyes slightly protruded from the eye sockets due to excessive force, and a dozen men in white robes kept pouring bullets from the magazines, using the powerful shock coming back from their hands to forcefully suppress the horror surging in their hearts. fear.

Who is it... this man who wields a sword, who is he? !

The person who wielded the sword was naturally Chen Mo who was wandering around the town aimlessly.

It was depressing to say the least, at first he just planned to find a few terrorists to try his marksmanship, but he just met a dozen men in white robes who could tell he was not a good person at a glance, and the other party directly pointed his gun at him without saying a word. Round salvo.

Can a physique reaching 700 points withstand bullets?

To be honest, he didn't have any confidence in this at all, so he didn't dare to take it too seriously, he drew his sword and chopped off all the bullets that were shot at him.

However, although he failed to test the gun as he wished, Chen Mo was in a pretty good mood at this time.

It's as if after doing several sets of college entrance examination mock test papers in a row, you suddenly encounter a test question for the entrance exam for the first grade of junior high school.

For Chen Mo, who just came back from the 5th floor of the dungeon not long ago, the dozen or so terrorists in front of him, even though they were all armed with live ammunition, were actually not very threatening. Those black muzzles were not even as good as a Lv. [-] monsters give him a great sense of oppression.

Therefore, even in the middle of the battle, Chen Mo is still very relaxed.

The white-robed terrorists continued to shoot, and suddenly, their fierce firepower stopped—the magazine was empty.

When the trigger was pulled, there was an empty clicking sound, and the faces of the white-robed terrorists instantly turned extremely pale. Then, a clear howl of swords sounded not far in front of them. Following the sound of howling swords, they raised their heads and came into their sight Yes, it is a snow-white sword light.

"Om-"

The blade cut through the air, emitting a pleasant metallic hum. After a few dodges, Chen Mo put away the long sword, and the blood-stained hem of his clothes fluttered in the wind.

He didn't stimulate the sword energy, nor did he inspire the light of mind, he just swung the sword normally, and ended the battle easily.

The two sides in the battlefield are not of the same order of magnitude at all. It is like letting an elephant fight a hyena. Even if there are more hyenas, it cannot shake the heavy and huge body of the elephant. As for the elephant, it only needs a little kick. A kick, even with little effort, can take the life of a hyena.

If only the monsters in the deep dungeons were as easy to deal with...