Passive Inheritance System for All Occupations

And the gun, there is only one thing it can do.

Take lives.

"Crack, click"

On the swing in the park, Chen Mo had a cigarette in his mouth, and wiped the gun oil for the pistol parts with both hands steadily and smoothly.According to the mission report, because of the consideration of the cross-border relationship and also to avoid being noticed, the only weapon approved for this mission is a Type 73 Silver Wing Pistol—a small-caliber pistol independently developed by CDI. The bullet capacity is only 7 rounds, and he can empty the magazine in less than a second in the continuous firing state.

Barely considered a cute toy - this is Chen Mo's evaluation of this pistol.

The caliber is small, the muzzle velocity is low, and the kinetic energy of the bullets can't even pierce a brick. Apart from high concealment and fast rate of fire, there are no other advantages... He even doubted that if it didn't hit a vital part, it would count as seven bullets. All hits on the target may not necessarily cause a fatal killing effect.

Hmm... Maybe if you leave it alone, there is a possibility of death due to excessive blood loss?

A "cute" pistol in every sense of the word.

In fact, this may also be a gun specially assigned to him by the CDI task review department.After all, Chen Mo, everyone knows him, the big murderer on the battlefield, occasionally killing his own people, this kind of war fanatic, on a cross-border mission, in case he accidentally kills a sitting emperor The wrinkled old man in the dormitory... thinking about it makes people feel dizzy.

The "cute" little pistol, distributed to the murderer, is not so much a weapon for auxiliary tasks, but rather a restriction on him, a shackle called "safety".

After lubricating the gun, he reassembled the pistol and loaded the bullets one by one. The crisp sound of the machine spring in his ears and the faint smell of guns in the air made him narrow his eyes slightly.

Just like when he inherited the profession of [Black Swordsman], Chen Mo's perception of firearms has undergone a qualitative change with the activation of the four basic skills of [Illusive Gunsmith].

It seems that what is held in the hand is not cold metal, but a life with its own consciousness.

This feeling of being connected with the weapon is quite strange, as if the pistol has become an extension of his limbs.

"Whoa-"

Closed the safety, the bullet was loaded, the arm was raised flat, the muzzle of the gun pointed forward, Chen Mo's lips squirmed slightly: "Bang!"

Of course, he couldn't shoot casually. This is not a battlefield in an anarchic area, but in Bunkyo District, the sub-center area of ​​Tokyo, an international metropolis. If he shoots casually, it will cause trouble for Freya.

"That's it for today..."

The small firearm with the silver goshawk printed on it turned around in his hand, and then it was properly put into the interlayer of the close-fitting combat pants under the loose long johns—even if it is a pistol that looks like a toy in Chen Mo's eyes, if the ban on guns is promulgated Japan's swaggering casually exposed will also cause commotion.

Put away the pistol, looked up at the sky, the orange-red clouds covered the evening sky, Chen Mo stood up from the swing, put his hands in his pockets, not like a teacher at all, but like a second-rate gangster in society, With a swaying body, he walked towards the supermarket in the middle of the shopping street.

Although the food served in the classroom cafeteria of Returner School tastes good, he still chooses to buy food and go home—an independent apartment temporarily rented in Bunkyo District. On the one hand, he is not used to the eating habits of Japan. On the other hand, he did not carry out the task alone this time.

Because of the failure of the last mission, the senior management of CDI re-evaluated his execution ability and believed that he was not suitable for performing non-battlefield annihilation missions alone, so this time with him, there were five other members of the team.

As an elder, Chen Mo naturally assumed the responsibility of taking care of these girls.

"Let's make hot pot at night...Cecili seems to like spicy food, and I don't know if there is Chaotian pepper here..."

When it comes to hot pot, Chen Mo, who was born in Sichuan, is naturally very familiar with it. Just as he was thinking about what ingredients to buy, when he passed an alley next to the supermarket, he was wearing a nylon pullover and a black baseball cap, looking a little thin The boy's back made him stop.

The boy was standing at the entrance of the alley and looking into the alley, his hands were clenched and then loosened, and then clenched and loosened, as if he was struggling with something, which seemed very suspicious.

Generally speaking, when seeing this kind of person, Chen Mo's usual way of dealing with it is to turn a blind eye and ignore it. After all, he is not a person who likes to meddle in other people's affairs, but looking at the back of this boy in front of him, he feels a little concerned.

How should I put it... It seems that I have seen this boy somewhere, there is a wonderful sense of déjà vu.

"Hey, I said—"

Walking a few steps behind the boy, Chen Mo lowered his head slightly. Under the evening light, half of his face was covered by the shadow of his hair, revealing only a pair of fierce eyes: "What are you doing sneaking around here?"

"Uh……"

Suddenly hearing a stranger's voice from behind, the boy reflexively shook his shoulders, and then turned around in a panic, looking at the person behind him who was speaking.

When the boy turned around, after seeing his face clearly, Chen Mo raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

What a coincidence...

He knew this boy, of course, not in this world, but from anime before time travel.

Shinkawa Kyouji, the fraudulent character who almost sent Grandpa Tong to heaven.

"...You, who are you?"

While Chen Mo was looking at Xin Chuan, he also saw clearly who was talking behind his back—a man with cold and fierce eyes, tall and strong, wearing a dark black trench coat with his hands in his pockets.

Just looking at it, you can tell that it's not easy to mess with... Maybe he's a member of the underworld.

"What do you want? I... I have no money..."

Stammeringly declaring the fact that he is a poor student, Shinkawa Kyouji looked at the man in black in front of him with some fear in his eyes, and at the same time slowly stepped back a few steps.

Seeing that Shinkawa Kyouji started to get scared just after being stared at by him, Chen Mo's smile became disdainful.

Such a cowardly guy, he really dares to kill?

"Do you think I look like someone short on money?"

"No... that's not what I meant... I, I just... what do you want..."

Standing in front of Shinkawa Kyouji, watching him getting more and more frightened, as if he might cry at any moment, Chen Mo suddenly had a rather nasty impulse in his heart.

Zheng——

A silent howl of swords resounded in his body. At the same time, with Chen Mo as the center, it radiated to the surroundings for a distance of several meters.

The most basic method of using sword pressure.

Chen Mo aimed at Shinkawa Kyouji, and poured a little bit of the sword on him.