Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

Looking down at him pitifully and condescendingly by Takahashi, the black wings pressed down the desperate atmosphere heavily.

"Fight!"

A gang member gritted his teeth, raised his rifle and aimed at Takahashi Pity.

He pulled the trigger with unprecedented determination, and the black angel came with complete killing intent. This was not the usual battle with the police in the city.

Because whether it's gangsters or the police, everyone shoots for pretence, and who doesn't want to eat for a bite?

So when the war started, most of the gun muzzles were directed towards the sky or the surrounding houses. Even if the guns were put on for a day, only a few people could be killed, and the two sides would shake hands and make peace after the battle.

The only thing that suffers is the civilians in the war zone. When the mood is good, the big drug lord will give some funeral expenses to the casualties. When the mood is bad, think about why you are not blessed by God.

After all, everyone will die, but the big drug lord let them end their hardship in Les Miserables earlier.

"Da da da!!!"

The muzzle of the rifle was blazing, but for Takahashi Poor, it was undoubtedly a tickling, and the bullet could be sent flying with a slight swing of his wings.

"when!"

Even under the catching ability of Blood Wheel Eye, Takahashi Pityy pinched a fast-attacking bullet with his fingers with great interest, and everything made the gang who fired the shot fall into a dream.

She just tilted her head to say, I'm sorry, you are weak.

The villagers next to the fire were so frightened that they were speechless. Even the buckets in their hands fell to the ground with a bang. The fire behind them lost all obstacles and continued to spread around.

"I can't win..." The gang members who pulled the trigger were already desperate, and the weapons that used to be a blessing are now not much more deterrent than a toothpick. "How can humans be against angels."

Under Takahashi's pitiful gaze, the weapon in his hand was simply a toy gun.

"boom!"

Just when he had fallen into despair and tears were streaming out of his eyes because of the weight of despair, a gunshot suddenly sounded from the back of his head.

The sound of the gunshot was abrupt, and the back of the head responded accordingly at the first sound of the gunshot.

Skull shattered, brain flowers splattered, red and white mixed.

"Fernando, you can go in peace..."

It was the partner behind him who shot, with Andean eagle tattooed on his arm, and green smoke from the muzzle of the pistol.

Pulling out the gun and aiming and shooting is so smooth.

And the companion who was stabbed in the back didn't know what happened until he died, but a quick, accurate, and ruthless shot could be regarded as a painless solution to his sinful life.

After the backstab, the tattooed gangster immediately threw away the gun in his hand and knelt on the ground with both hands raised: "God, Lord Angel, I have killed this **** rude guy!"

As he spoke, he immediately fell to the ground, wishing he could fly to the sky and kiss Takahashi's poor toe.

Kneeling represents surrender. This is a common action in cultures all over the world, and it is also true in animals. It is an action engraved in the genes of mammals tens of millions of years ago.

"I'm different from them. I didn't kill many people. Joining the Gitans family is a last resort. If you want to slaughter Gitans, I can also help you. I know where their strongholds are..."

"I've long wanted to deal with them who do all kinds of evil!"

Poor Takahashi could only see that this man was surrendering, but the Castilian language was completely unclear to his ears.

There is also a feeling like those Yakuza's tongue in the underworld movies of the island country.

"If you think you can, I am willing to be your follower, willing to be a bully... Are you acquiescing?"

After listening for a minute or two, she still couldn't understand what the other party was talking about. Takahashi Pityi gradually lost her patience. She raised her arm and pointed her pale fingertips at the other party's forehead.

In the anime world, the island language is used in the whole universe. In the real world, it is obvious that a member of the Mexilica gang cannot be expected to learn the island language.

"Don't, don't kill me, haven't we reached an agreement, have you tacitly agreed?"

Mexilicans look down on life and death, but this is the first time that extraordinary murder has been seen.

The adults can't wait to cover the eyes of the children. Anyway, as long as you live in Mexilica, you will see cruel things sooner or later. It is better to see and strengthen your heart earlier.

"Diego, Diego, don't go over!"

Just when Takahashi was pitifully about to ruthlessly deprive his life, Diego in the crowd finally broke through the obstacles of adults.

Like a jaguar, he bent and galloped forward to pick up the pistol thrown by the bandits.

The safety latch of the pistol has been opened, and the pistol in the child's hand is an out-of-control killer.

"Come back soon!"

"Put down the gun and don't take up arms in front of the angels."

"Throw away the gun!"

Diego was knocking down the mountain and kneeling in dirty clothes, and there was another kneeling person on the ground.

"Lord Angel, please let me kill him!"

"Please let me kill him! I want to avenge my mother! Take it easy!!"

Diego held a heavy pistol in both hands, kowtow like garlic, and every time he made a crisp thump on the ground.

He has already recognized that the angel is the Oriental woman he saw on the roadside before. She must have sensed the death of a good person before coming to clean up the evil!

Poor Takahashi still couldn't understand Diego's words, but she had seen the scene of Diego's heart-wrenching shouting outside the fire.

Human languages ​​may be different, but most of the emotions are the same, and the pain of losing a loved one has also been experienced by Takahashi Pity.

And the pain Diego experienced was more intuitive than he had at first, at least he wasn't insulted by someone hanging on a tree after his father died.

Holding the gun and kowtowing, he should have wanted to take revenge with his own hands, just like what he had done before.

Diego used all his strength to kowtow, and his forehead, which was shriveled by the wind and heat, was dripping with blood.

"Um."

Hearing Takahashi's pitiful humming, Diego, like a sinner forgiven by God, raised his head and swept his hatred towards the gangster.

The pistols are in both hands, and the muzzle is infinitely enlarged in the eyes of the gangsters.

"Go to hell!"

The gangster's eyes widened. He thought that he would die at gunpoint one day. After all, living in such a country, even a good person who has never done bad things can guarantee a good death? But I didn't expect the death to be pointed at by a half-old child with a gun.

"boom!"

Under the malnutrition, Diego's skeleton is large, but he is as thin as a chicken with hemp rods and dry skin. As soon as the bullet flew out of the muzzle, the recoil of the recoil shook the pistol backwards, and the gun directly hit the ground. On Diego's head.

"what!"

There were two screams, one was that Diego was smashed by a pistol when he was caught off guard, and the other was a gangster.

Diego's shooting skills are not good. He has not yet achieved a fatal blow at such a close distance, but only pierced the opponent's left arm.

"You little bastard, I'm going to kill you!" The gangster's eyes were red, and it seemed that he could not escape death today, but he had to put on a pad before he died.

Under the desperate situation, he suddenly burst out with a strong desire to destroy, and with his right hand he drew a short knife and dagger from his belt. If feasible, he even wanted to take the entire village and town to bury him.

"what!"

Seeing the gangster come with a knife drawn in his right hand, Diego turned pale with fright, and hurriedly picked up the pistol on the ground again.

"Bang bang bang!!"

With preparations this time, Diego was finally not accidentally injured by the recoil.

But a pair of dirty hands who are good at climbing trees and picking avocados is really not gifted when it comes to marksmanship.

"Ah! Ah!"

After shooting a shuttle of bullets, the gangster still didn't die, but rolled on the ground with his mouth open and kept mourning.

Shoulders, arms, wrists, stomach, thighs.

Diego shot the opponent's body, but each shot was not fatal.

"You **** son of a bitch, you can't even shoot... go to your stomach..."

The gangster was desperate, and all kinds of mexilica scolding mixed with English came to him, hoping that this kid would give him a good time.

"Crack, crack, crack."

The blood vessels on Diego's head swelled, and there was no bullet in the pistol, only the click of a mechanical idle when the trigger was pulled.

He panted like a dying old cow, and it took a long time before he stopped the mechanical action of pulling the trigger, and walked forward in dismay.

The wasteland was covered in blood, and the pained bandits moved like worms, and Diego shivered as he held the dagger on the ground.

"Yes, that's it, you slashed my neck and killed me, hurry up!"

The gangster taught the child **** himself. If it weren't for his lack of strength in his arms, he wished he could kill himself by wiping his neck.

Think about when he was in Mitchiken state, when he was surrounded by people like animals in glass covers.

"what!!"

Diego can use a knife, but killing is obviously different from cutting grain and meat.

Being punctured back and forth by the sharp knife, the robbers' shouts became weaker and weaker.

"Huh, huh, huh..."

Five minutes later, Diego stopped the piston-like stabbing movement, and took a few steps back with blood on his face. The gangster stopped yelling three minutes ago.

Seeing Diego's appearance, the villagers all stepped back in horror. The little kid who usually amused himself was still hiding such a cruel side.

The adults were so frightened that their hearts jumped wildly, not to mention the children of the same age who played with Diego on weekdays, covering their eyes and hiding behind the adults.

In their eyes, Diego at the moment is more terrifying than the gangsters. The gangsters only exist in the 'legend' passed down by word of mouth, but Diego's murder is actually happening right in front of them.

"Huh."

Holding the dagger and knife tightly, Diego wiped the blood on his left cheek.

The left eye was covered with blood and couldn't open, and the only right eye that was opened was stubbornly wide, as if to re-understand this world.

"Brando..."

As Diego stumbled over, finally a villager in the crowd carefully called out Diego's surname.

"I, am I getting revenge?"

The corpses of the gangsters on the wasteland were unbearable to look at, especially one face, which had completely turned into some indescribable monster.

However, the way the gangsters kill people will only be more cruel than this. The target will eventually become a meat-scented object, which will then be delivered to the victim's home by a courier.

"Vengeance, you have taken revenge." An adult shouted to Diego bravely.

"Amen."

No matter how small a village is, there are priests. Of course, pastors are not from professional seminaries. They can usually be doctors or small businessmen.

The village where Diego lives also has a priest, an amiable old man in his seventies.

Seventy-somethings are not uncommon in the island nation, but in rural Mexilica it's a tall order.

Of course, this pastor of longevity is not a worker who works all day on the farm. He has two or three plantations under his name, all of which are divided among several sons.

Some of his descendants stayed in the local area, while others had long since moved to other safe cities. His second son, who made him the most proud, had already immigrated to the Hope Country of Amelika with his entire family.

"Amen." The pastor was still wearing the work clothes of the farm. An older farmer like him couldn't give up the smell of soil.

The old man held the cross in his hand, and looked at Takahashi's pitiful eyes filled with longing, just like a dead house fan seeing love.

However, this kind of gaze is also normal. Gospel religion has developed for two thousand years and now, with hundreds of millions and billions of fans, there are probably not many who have seen angels with their own eyes.

Of course, we must eliminate those dreamers and drug addicts.

"Almighty and supreme God the Father, the heavens were created by the words of your mouth, and all phenomena were created by the breath of your mouth. May the whole earth fear your holy name..."

In order to maintain his dignified image, Takahashi did not speak, and if he wanted to speak, he had to know what the other person was talking about, but she really couldn't understand the chattering Castilian.

Looking at the dazed angel, the old pastor was a little dazed himself.

He doesn't know where he's heard it - I speak to God in Castilian, I flirt with women in Italian, I speak with gentlemen in Bauhinia, and horses in German.

Isn't it well said that 'Castilian is the language of communication with God'? Why the angels don't seem to understand Castilian.

Fortunately, when the old man was young, he traveled south and north, and he mastered not only Castilian, but he went on to pay his respects to Takahashi in his rusty, grammatically confusing English.

This once again hit Takahashi's poor blind spot.

Her English proficiency is also the level of high school students in the countryside of the island country~www.wuxiamtl.com~ At most, she is an excellent high school student in the countryside of the island country, standard dumb English, serious Amelika's English accent is too fast to understand, more Not to mention chicken taco flavored English.

Coupled with the fact that religious prayers are not generally tongue-in-cheek, the two caught each other blind for a while.

No one in the surrounding villagers dared to show a disrespectful expression.

Only Diego, the revenge just now seemed to have completely cleared his cowardice. Looking at the anxious performance of the kind old priest, he suddenly grabbed a mobile phone from the crowd and ran.

"Please let me follow you." Diego released his fist, and the blood-stained dagger fell to the ground, "I want to kill them all! It doesn't matter if I die in hell!"

Like most of the poor who see no way out, Diego's mother pinned her hopes on illusory religion, and also instilled belief in little Diego, as long as they abide by the law and do not commit crimes, they are kind and good people. After death, you will surely enter into a beautiful paradise.

"Oh, siri, translate my words!"