Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

"Master, take action quickly."

Looking at the marching team that stopped, a big question mark appeared on the head of the Tibetan people.

He just waited for the Buddhist supernatural to attack the base, help him fish in troubled waters, and make the base's affairs clear to the world, why did he stop on the road?

Could it be that the monk is accumulating strength, and if he doesn't make a move, he will be a landslide, and he will bleed and drift?

The Tibetans in Jianhei ate the bread in their hands with sour teeth. They looked like refugees in the United Nations refugee camp. The other researchers who fled to the ground were in the same miserable situation.

Bread accompanied by mineral water, coupled with tents, barely survive the autumn night.

Even if you know that all the top experts in the base, the precious wealth of human civilization, the risk of rushing to transfer is even greater, and no one can bear the responsibility of causing human tragedy. It's better to manage it on the ground, and there will be no new dead after reaching the ground.

"How long are we going to be in this ghost place?"

Experts from the autopsy team gathered, and while the numbing corpse was not handled today, the situation is worse now.

"I'm afraid we won't be allowed to leave until the danger is removed."

"In the way of fighting the plague?"

"It's time to send someone underground to study the body."

"Send you and me? Forget it."

The anatomy group was all medically educated, but they didn't expect that they would one day be the subject of quarantine.

"It seems that extraordinary power is at work. Why are we imprisoned? Do you suspect that there is a mastermind among us?"

The Tibetan man in Jianhei, who was drinking coffee and eating bread, spit out the bread in his mouth: "Hahaha, it's impossible, how can there be extraordinary among us."

"Hahahahaha, isn't it... ah?"

He glanced suspiciously at the violently responsive Tibetan man in the black. This strange guy usually lives in isolation and never participates in the discussions between them. Why did he suddenly change his personality this time.

"I mean... it's inhumane to surround us here!" The Tibetan man in the black sipped his coffee and added, "I can't stand it any longer."

Even the black Tibetans can't stand it anymore? Things are really serious.

After speaking, the black Tibetans closed their eyes and rested their minds. It is better not to say and not to act.

Sprinkling bread crumbs on his feet to feed the little black worms, the Tibetan people in Jianhei suddenly nodded in a heartfelt blessing.

Is it because of the lack of sincerity on my side, the Buddhist supernatural will not take action. After all, no matter how big the movement is at the base, the monk will not know.

He stuffed the bread into his mouth in one bite, and the Tibetans in Jianhei scratched their hair. When something so serious happened at the base, the government said that Ye Yezi, who had been transferred away, would not be invited to the base. By then, the one who was blocked in the base would be dead.

Moreover, as long as the government sends people who are not afraid of death to study the corpse underground, they will definitely find the wounds caused by the insects.

Careless, you shouldn't bet on monks.

The Tibetan people in Jianhei stretched out the ground with one hand and grabbed the soil with five fingers. The fingernails were slightly raised, and the tiny black bugs kept burrowing out.

Zushi City, the police line of defense.

The coming and going police blocked all the main roads, and took turns to replace the people on duty. Fortunately, the parade formed by the old man was also very organized, just pulling banners and confronting the police.

"The situation seems to be under control for the time being." The Minister of Police Headquarters breathed a sigh of relief. He admitted that he had never dealt with such emergencies.

Bai Tian Yuji and other "heroes" did not rest either, and after a simple meal, they threw themselves into the preparatory vigilance.

Tokyo's whimsical use of Shirata Yuuki has really achieved good results, and the old men all eat this set.

"Everyone has worked hard, but please continue to work hard. It won't take long for them to retreat."

Procrastination until the crowd burns out is a victory for the police.

The frontline police and the team looked at each other halfway across the street, you eat yours, I rest mine, but it is very harmonious.

A drunk old man stumbled and stood in the middle of the street, shouting with his waist on his back: "You non-citizens! Have you forgotten your identity as a citizen after eating a public meal? Now the government is deceiving us, terrifying demon The extraordinary is lurking around us, and even the government is pushing us into the devil's mouth!"

"All the truth is in Yokosuka. You are blocking me like this, not doing good deeds, but roasting yourself on the fire. This time it may be ordinary people who have nothing to do with you, but next time it will be you, your family."

The police leaned on the car to rest, and didn't respond to the "calls" in turn. If they didn't hide anything, would it be useful to them even if they knew the truth? It's better to eat public food safely, this is the most important problem in front of survival.

Mourning culture has been popular since the beginning of Heisei. This is not the overall degeneration of a certain class, but a desperate counterattack against social reality.

"Do you smoke?"

"Come on one."

Looking at the crowd demonstrating in the middle of the road with a cigarette in his mouth, the county policeman scratched his head and slapped his colleague: "I heard that you just bought a house in Tokyo recently?"

"Well, it's just in Datian District, the house is not big, and the wall core area is only 90 square meters."

"That's it? It's already pretty good, okay? That's Tokyo. I can't even afford a house in Yokohama."

"Hey, it's not very convenient because of the long distance to work."

"You **** got it cheap and sold it..."

The policeman only spoke half of what he said, and then his face changed strangely and fell to the ground with a thud.

He died instantly, his eyeballs exploded, and his death was extremely tragic.

"Where, I... Hey, what's wrong with you?"

The tranquility of the government's defense line was torn apart, and many people fell to the ground with the same symptoms.

"What happened again? Did they storm the line?"

The head of the police headquarters hurried out with bloodshot eyes, staring at the chaotic Zushi City with frizzy hair.

What happened at the Yokosuka base is only known to a small number of people, and the head of the local police headquarters is not yet at the level of knowledge.

It's just that the block where the parade crowd is still calm... not right.

The other half of the city is also rioting~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Dead, dead, the old guy from Kichijoji is dead. "

The same death spreads regardless of enemy or foe, like a huge **** stick, which is bound to disrupt the situation into chaos.

Even the place where the foreign reporter was located was not spared, whether in the interview car or standing on the side of the road, the little black bug could not tell the nationality.

The confrontation situation suddenly became chaotic, Jingwei clearly became a melting pot, the crowd blindly fled for their lives to the police, and the police also rushed towards the surroundings.

The head of the police headquarters did not expect such a change, nor did the monk expect it.

"Big, Master, is this also in your plan?"

"No!" Hearing the death news from around, the monk bit his lip, "Who is it?"

"We opened our road to Yokosuka, and the police line was overrun by us!"