Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

It pierced through the ground like a rising dragon and then stepped on the solid ground, with the seat head nestled against the body, and the steps moved slowly.

But in fact, every step is firmly on the ground, and it seems to be stepping on the ground, moving faster than the eyes can see, and his steps can easily deceive human vision.

"sand."

There are shallow shoe prints on the soil.

Zuotou headed towards the outside of the base, just in time to pass the Hejian Hei Tibetan head-on.

"I don't remember the agreement saying that work is life-threatening."

"Fortunately, I have bought life and health insurance, and it has been three years since I bought the insurance. I can get a compensation for accidental death."

The brain circuits of Jian Hei Tibetans are wonderfully divergent. He has just finished admiring the ostentation in Kanto, but he doesn't want to be the background board of the ostentation at all.

"But my beneficiaries are my parents after my death."

"Can't you replace it with the utensils of Netherland and burn it to me?"

Standing on a high hill, looking at the rickety old man walking towards him, the two rows of black Tibetan man's upper and lower side front teeth are biting the cigarette holder.

The cigarette butt moved up and down, and the Martian ashes slowly fell.

The pleasure brought by cigarettes to the brain quickly faded, and even nicotine could not relieve the headache. I went to the Opie bar happily, but found that it was all artificial fake Opie, and I was forced to consume tens of thousands.

Although the rising smoke revealed that the wind was calm, but the giggling in Jianhei's eyes, and the behavior of suppressing the laughter with his tightly closed lips, all deeply betrayed that he was not as calm as his face.

He wanted to get out the scalpel, trim his hair, and die a decent man.

"Forget, knives are not allowed in the base."

Scratching his hair, the Jianhei Tibetan hammered his palms, as if he had forgotten how many times he had been invited to drink tea by the police because he was carrying a scalpel on the plane.

"Just die with this hairstyle, it's not a bald Mediterranean anyway."

The thick black hair gave Jianhei Tibetans confidence in appearance. He has always been the doctor with the most hair since he was studying in medical school.

The weird man in the prison uniform got closer and closer. Thinking that he would die, the Jian Hei Tibetan calmed down. He could tell at a glance that the man was blind.

The white pupils under the old man's slightly opened eyelids shook violently from time to time, which was caused by uncontrollable nerves.

When I met this kind of blind man on the road, he could beat ten black Tibetans.

But no matter if you are blind or deaf-mute, the figure breaking through from the surface cannot be faked. Let alone a blind person, even a three-year-old child can slap him from Kanto back to his hometown in Northeast China.

As the two got closer, Jian Hei Tibetan couldn't help laughing more and more.

Looking straight at the blind eyes of the seat head, Jianhei Tibetan turned his body sideways, and his suppressed laughter was almost like crying.

The hunchbacked body and the tall and straight figure intertwined, and the seat head pulled its ears and continued to move forward.

It wasn't until three seconds later that Jian Hei smiled and turned around to take the cigarette from his mouth.

"I'm resurrected."

But just when his fingers touched the cigarette, the cigarette butt in his mouth was cut off and fell to the ground.

At that moment when they met and parted, Zuotou drew out the knife so fast that the eyes couldn't catch it, and cut off the cigarette butt by wiping the black lips and nose in an instant.

Looking at the cigarette butts that fell on his shoes, the Jian Hei Tibetan showed his back. According to his experience in dissecting countless corpses, the cigarettes cannot be saved.

"Don't smoke when you're young." Zatou walked with his back to Jianhei, holding the sword hilt on his back, "Any hairstyle is good as long as you're not bald, because handsomeness is only related to your face."

Touching his hair, Jian Hei couldn't help grinning: "Are you pretending to be blind?"

Zuo Tou shook the prison uniform on his body, did not answer Jian Hei's words, and walked forward wordlessly.

Directly in front of him, the base was making a final desperate effort in vain.

The perimeter of the Yokosuka base is not only covered with barbed wire, but also reinforced with a high wall, which looks like a prison from a distance.

The seven or eight-story high concrete wall is condescending. Compared with this high wall, the hunched body of the seat is pitifully small and pitiful.

A shrill siren rang out in the base, and when they saw a knife approaching, without even warning, the armored vehicles and soldiers opened fire suddenly, rumbling guns and hail of bullets.

Jian Hei Tibetan immediately lay down on the ground, reducing the contact area of ​​the body.

"I guess I can't escape this time."

The firepower was obviously aimed at the head of the seat, but the stray bullet almost shot through the back of Jian Hei's head.

"It's just Syria, the battlefield atmosphere is too strong."

Jian Hei scratched his lower back, turned over and looked at the moon that was about to be revealed.

When watching battlefield movies in the past, Jianhei’s dream was to be a mercenary on the battlefield, stepping on a jeep to shoot into the sky in black Africa, fighting with knives in the jungle of Nanmi, in order to assassinate the muddy water in the pouring rain day and night Motionless, bursting out as the target passed by, maybe the bullets from the ruthless muzzle would tear his body apart, and in the blending of fire and water, this would be his last deal.

Thinking of this, Jian Hei Tibetan moved his feet and took off his shoes.

The Zutou slashed like a sea whale and screamed for a long time, blatantly in front of the tower, kicking the ground with both feet, forming a sword aura, and facing the hail of bullets and bullets head-on.

"Da da da!!!"

Even more exaggerated than the defectors in the aisle, the old blind man drew his sword with his backhand, and swung the shiny long knife in front of him to create an absolute defensive space.

Whether it's bullets or cannonballs, it breaks at the sound.

"Hey."

The seat on the back of the district is like a big bow for shooting arrows. After accumulating power, he raised his body, holding the hilt of the knife in his cracked tiger's mouth, and the bright knife light suddenly rushed forward.

The time of the world is frozen in this knife.

The seat head rushed five steps forward, blunt feet in vain, and slowly retracted the invisible long knife held behind his back as he wiped the tip of his nose. His nose seemed to be smelling the blood that did not exist on the blade.

The pupils of Jian Hei Tibetan, who was lying on the hill like a dead body, suddenly constricted, and he didn't know when half of the cigarette butt he lit had burned to his lips, and he didn't feel it at all.

"Yabai, if you get hit by this knife."

"Whoever comes can't be saved."

The permanent fortifications of concrete and steel bars were broken at the sound, and four knives were cut in an instant with a knife light!

The death of the seven-story behemoth is powerful.

"Boom!"

The loud noise from Yokosuka seemed to be heard throughout Tokyo Bay, and ocean-going ships in the distance blasted their horns in response.

The wreckage of the cut buildings collapsed neatly on the ground, countless small stones scattered like a torrential rain, and the armored defense line was scattered. Only a few unlucky ones were cut by the four sword qi, and more were directly buried by the collapsed fortifications !

Cut off the permanent fortifications that can defend against the bombardment!

Not to mention the permanent fortifications, if you give the ninja enough chakra, even meteorites can be crushed by your palm.

Stepping on the collapsed ruins, Zatou walked very slowly, and his open white pupils were purple-red by the sunset.

The entire military base can easily suppress the island country, but there is no one who dares to stand in front of the leader.

"Dengdeng."

Prisoner-style shoes trampled the ground, and small stones were trampled into the mud.

But the head of the seat suddenly staggered a few steps and fell forward, falling on the standard flat ground.

Tripped over a rock.

After standing up with the handle of the knife propped up on the ground, the head of the seat spit the dust off his lips several times.

"Bad luck, bad luck."

"I can't do without crutches. I haven't found such a big stone."