Passive Inheritance System for All Occupations

When the altitude dropped to 400 meters, Chen Mo opened the parachute bag.

"boom--"

The moment the umbrella opened, the speed of his vertical fall also slowed down.

However, although the black parachute was almost perfectly integrated with the night, the terrorists on the ground still clearly saw a figure floating slowly on a parachute.

"Shoot! Shoot! Shoot him down!"

The eight [-]-tube heavy-duty anti-aircraft machine guns all concentrated their firepower into a bunch, and more than [-] rounds of bullets per second converged into a metal torrent, rushing towards the tiny figure in midair.

However, at the moment when the barrage was about to hit, Chen Mo suddenly raised his sword and cut the parachute rope above his head. Afterwards, the metal bullet flow swept across the air, but the parachute was torn apart in vain.

"Damn it! what the hell is he doing?"

“Is this soldier looking for death?”

The altitude of more than 300 meters may be a bit too close compared with the range of thousands of meters of anti-aircraft machine guns, but what is the concept of more than 300 meters?

Tokyo Tower, a landmark building in Tokyo, is 332.6 meters high.

China Zun, the tallest landmark building in Beijing, totals 528 meters.

The Eiffel Tower, the stalwart giant standing on the Champ de Mars in Paris, and the lightning rod on the top of the tower are only 324 meters.

In other words, actively disengaging from the parachute at an altitude of more than 300 meters is almost equivalent to jumping from the top of the world's tallest landmark building.

Two words, looking for death.

Even so, after a brief moment of stupefaction, the terrorist leader still shouted at the others: "Go on, Don't stop! Break him!"

Following his shout, the terrorist operating the machine gun hastily turned the gun, and the deafening roar sounded again. Dozens of streams of bullets chased the falling person like ouroboros until the person landed, and They stopped firing when a cloud of dust clouded their vision.

It fell from a height difference of more than 300 meters from the ground, and was shot all the way by heavy anti-aircraft machine guns in the middle. Hard-core people can't stand such a toss.

“Well done, I'm so proud of you guys!”

However, when the terrorist leader showed a smile on his face, a sword sound that was not too loud, but clear enough and loud enough came from the sand not far away, which instantly made the expressions on the faces of all the terrorists freeze up.

“Did you hear anything?”

"I think...yes..."

"The sound seems to be coming from over there?"

"There... Oh, shit! It's too dark, I can't see!"

"Where's the light? Somebody get the fucking lights!"

Following a burst of commotion, all the large searchlights around were aimed at the cloud of dust, and after a while, the dust dispersed, and an Asian man in a tight black vest showed a smile to the terrorists looking at him. Big smile.

"God..."

Why can someone fall from a height of more than 300 meters, fall directly to the ground, and even crack the ground, but remain unharmed?

Why can someone withstand the fire of eight [-]-tube heavy anti-aircraft machine guns, but in the end they are safe and sound?

The terrorist leader felt that he was so terrified that he couldn't stand still. Beside him, other terrorists screamed and shot at the Asian man frantically, but the other party just shot him with a blue sword. All the bullets were blocked—the sword danced in his hand in a hazy circular arc that could not be seen clearly, and then countless sparks jumped out of the circular arc. The Asian man just swung the sword while bending Get down in a pre-sprint posture...

The next moment, Chen Mo appeared in front of the terrorist leader. His sword-holding right hand pinched his neck under his armpit, and then he pulled his left hand from the side of his thigh, and he pulled out the U24 shotgun with a black casing.

"Good night, Boy"

boom--

There was a sharp pain, followed by a feeling like my whole body was flying.

In the quick and hazy consciousness, the terrorist leader seemed to hear the gunshot directly into his brain...

……

Neon, now is the time when the lights of Wanjia are rising.

In a dimly lit small room, two figures were talking to each other.

"...Artificial Fluctlight Induction Project, I heard that you recently found a good kid to help you, is it called Tong Gu Kazuto?"

"Ah, yes, Kirito is really talented in this regard."

"Hmm... The returnees of the old SAO incident, even among all the returnees, are considered to be among the top group of players, and later rescued 300 people who were stranded in ALO, so they are indeed a very suitable candidate, but ..."

"but?"

"But don't forget about the above requirements for the final artificial fluctlights and their possible uses in the future."

"what do you mean?"

"What I mean is that you should be very clear. The image of Kiritani Kazuto and the ideals he upholds are too positive. It is hard to imagine that the artificial fluctlight that was born under his influence would be the kind that is suitable for use on the battlefield. A warrior who survived."

"..."

After a moment of silence, a light was suddenly turned on in the dark room, and a paper document that was not too thick was pushed from one side of the table to the other.

"This is my suggestion, take a look."

There was a slight sound of turning pages, and after the file was opened, a photo of a man with black hair and black pupils appeared under the light, with his name written next to the photo.

"Chen Mo..."