Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

Like a rising dragon, he pierced through the ground and stepped on the solid ground, his head slashed against his body, and his footsteps moved slowly.

But in fact, every step is firm, and it is like stepping on a blink of an eye, moving faster than what his eyes see, and his steps can easily deceive human vision.

"sand."

The dirt made shallow shoe prints.

The head of the seat went out of the base, just in time to brush the Tibetan Yujakuro 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 got the insurance. I can get a compensation for accidental death."

The brain circuits of the black Tibetans diverged wonderfully. He had just finished admiring the pomp of Kanto, but he didn't want to be the backdrop for the pomp.

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

"Can't you replace it with the utensils of the underworld and burn it for me?"

Standing on the high hills, looking at the rickety old man walking towards him, the two rows of side front teeth of the black Tibetan people are biting the cigarette holder.

The cigarette **** was moved up and down, and the ashes of Mars slowly fell.

The joy brought by cigarettes to the brain quickly faded, and nicotine could not relieve the pain in the forehead. It was like going to the Opie bar with joy, only to find that it was all artificial and fake Opie, and it was forced to consume tens of thousands of dollars.

Although the rising smoke revealed that the wind was light and cloudy, the giggling in Jian Hei's voice and the act of closing his lips to suppress the laughter deeply betrayed that he was not as calm as his face.

He wanted to take out a scalpel to trim his hair, and be a decent man when he died.

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

After scratching his hair, the Tibetan man in Jianhei hammered his palm, as if he had forgotten how many times he had been invited to tea by the police because he had taken a scalpel on the plane.

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

The thick black hair gave Jianhei Tibetans confidence in his appearance. Since he studied in medical school, he has always been a doctor with the most hair.

The strange man in the prison uniform got closer and closer. After thinking that he would die, the Tibetan man in Jianhei calmed down. At a glance, he judged that the other party was blind.

Under the slightly opened eyelids of the old man were white pupils, which shook violently from time to time, a move made by uncontrolled nerves.

This kind of blind man met on the road, and he could beat ten black Tibetans.

But blind or deaf, the figure that broke through from the surface cannot be faked, let alone blind, even a three-year-old child can slap him from Kanto back to his hometown in Northeast China.

The two of them got closer and closer, and the Tibetan people couldn't hold back their laughter more and more.

Looking directly at the blind man who was sitting head, the Tibetan man in Jianhei turned his body sideways, and his suppressed laughter was almost like crying.

The hunched body and the tall figure staggered, and the seat head pulled his ears and continued to move forward.

It wasn't until three seconds later that Ma Hei turned around with a smile and took the cigarette from his mouth.

"I'm resurrected."

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

At the moment when they were about to break up, Zantou's knife was so fast that his eyes couldn't catch it, and he wiped the black lips and nose and cut off the cigarette butt.

Looking at the cigarette **** dropped on the shoe, the Tibetan man in Jianhei showed an expression on his back. According to his experience in dissecting countless corpses, the cigarette could not save him.

"Don't smoke when you're young." The seat head was walking with his back to Jian Hei, and the hilt of the sword he was holding was unpretentious. "As long as you're not bald, any hairstyle is good, because handsome or not is only related to the face."

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

The head of the seat swayed with the prison uniform on his body, without answering Jian Hei's words, he walked forward silently.

Directly in front of him, the base was making a last-ditch effort in vain.

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

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

A shrill siren sounded in the base, and saw the approaching Zantou with a knife, without even warning, the armored vehicles and soldiers suddenly opened fire, the rumble of guns and the hail of bullets.

The Tibetans in Jianhei immediately lay on the ground, reducing the area of ​​contact with their bodies.

"This time it is estimated that there is really no escape."

It was clearly aimed at the head of the seat, but the stray bullet almost rubbed the back of Jian Hei's head.

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

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

In the past, when I watched a battlefield movie, Mahei's dream was to become a mercenary on the battlefield, stepping on a jeep to shoot in the sky in black Africa, and fighting with a knife in the jungle of Nanmi, in order to assassinate the muddy water of the pouring rain day and night Motionless, bursting as the target passed, maybe the relentless muzzle would spew bullets, tearing his body apart, and in the fusion of fire and water, this would be his last deal.

Thinking like this, the Tibetan people in the black area moved their feet and took off their shoes.

The head slashed like a sea whale with a long cry, brazenly in front of the tower, kicked on the ground with both feet, the sword qi formed, and faced the bullets.

"Da da da!!!"

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

All the bullets, artillery shells, broke off at the sound of it.

"Hey."

The head of the seat on the back of the district is like a big bow shooting arrows. After accumulating power, he raises his body, the cracked tiger's mouth holds the hilt of the knife, and the bright sword light rushes forward.

The time of heaven and earth is frozen in this knife.

Zatou took five steps forward, blunt feet in vain, and the invisible long knife held backwards rubbed the tip of his nose and slowly retracted, his nose seemed to smell the **** smell that did not exist on the blade.

The pupils of the Tibetan Magoku, who was leaning up like a corpse on the hill, shrank suddenly, and he didn't even notice that half of the cigarette **** that had been lit at some point burned his lips.

"Tooth white, if I get hit by this knife."

"Whoever comes can't save you."

The permanent fortification of the concrete steel bar was cut off, and four swords were cut in an instant!

The death of the seven-story giant was extremely shocking.

"Boom!"

The loud noise in Yokosuka seemed to be heard all over Tokyo Bay, and the distant ocean-going ships honked their horns in harmony.

The cut building wreckage collapsed neatly to the ground, countless small stones scattered like a torrential rain, the armored defense line was scattered, only a few unlucky ones were hit by the four sword qi frontally, and more were directly buried by the collapsed fortifications. !

With one knife, the permanent fortifications that can defend against artillery fire and wash the ground are cut off!

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Stepping on the collapsed ruins, the seat head walked very slowly, and the open white pupils were reflected in purple red by the sunset.

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

"Kick off."

Prisoner-style shoes tread the ground, and small stones are stomped into the dirt.

But Zatou staggered a few steps forward with a knife, and fell on the standard flat ground.

tripped over a stone.

After standing up on the ground with the handle of the knife, the head of the seat spit out the dust from his lips with a few slurs.

"You can't do it without a cane. You can't find such a big stone."