Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

In the exclamation of not moving, the whole body of the bold black Smith suddenly stiffened.

As if hit by an electric current, he stood upright, motionless, and if he wasn't wearing a helmet, his hair would probably explode one by one.

"Crack."

The disgusting eyes squirmed and devoured Smith's arm, and Smith's eyes widened at first, but then closed, as if he was enjoying this feeling.

The expression is enjoying, the body shakes slightly.

"FOOK."

The soldier next to him whispered a curse, and the black Smith had a strange expression on his face.

If this scene is replaced by a small movie, Smith's expression can be seamlessly cut in without any sense of disobedience.

But it's wrong to appear in this weird forest, there is no sense of substitution!

A few seconds later, Smith's whole body trembled, his broad shoulders trembled, and a mass of black air visible to the naked eye quickly hit Smith's heart and disappeared into his chest cavity.

The black light was captured by the camera, and immediately packaged and hidden in the physical hard disk. When this kind of top-secret information is not a last resort, the safest way is to store it physically. Otherwise, it is sent over the network, and it may be stolen by other countries without knowing it. past.

Smith opened his eyes suddenly, the black and white eyeballs added to the divine light, and the whole black body seemed to be full of inexplicable divinity.

Those radiant eyes shocked people, what did this 'Hei Si' really get from those big eyeballs?

The crow turned into a white swan!

Under the strong onlookers of the crowd, Smith opened his thick lips and said in a rap rhythm: "I saw the great God..."

"I know, he's going to say God."

Sitting in the White House that was burned once two hundred years ago, the commander-in-chief took a sip of Coca-Cola and raised his finger to the assistant beside him.

"I've seen this scene a lot in movies. This little black guy is very promising. It's time for those Hollywood directors to learn from this black guy's acting."

"Commander, it should be an actor to learn."

But Smith's pronunciation of the word "God" hadn't fallen yet, and the eyeballs in the woods suddenly rolled at the same time.

"Crack."

The eyeballs looked towards the west together, and the sound of rustling came from the depths of the forest.

It was like someone walking in the forest, with a terrifying aura that suppressed the eyes.

And judging from the posture of the strange eyes, the identity of this comer is very important, otherwise the eyeballs would not have to be so like facing a big enemy, and the panic would turn into substance and flow out from the big eyes.

In the gloomy forest, groups of big eyeballs shrank, as if they were about to shrink back into the tree trunk.

How can there be the terrifying domineering just now.

"jingle."

But a crisp bell sound suddenly sounded, like magic, instantly making all the eyeballs stop.

And the word "God" of the black Smith was also stuck in his throat, and he looked over in confusion.

This god seems to be too shameless, before seeing the figure, he was scared to shrink by the sound.

"Ami……"

The resonant Buddha's name rose suddenly, and a bald head that was whiter than Smith's teeth came out.

A little bald head came first, followed by a tattered cassock, and a rusty but murderous Zen stick in his hand. The sound of the bell was made by the hanging object on the Zen stick.

The Zen stick is said to be a stick, but the sharp bottom looks like a gun head that can penetrate into the flesh.

"jingle!"

The Zen stick stood up, and the bottom was firmly inserted into the soil.

This pair of horizontal saber immediately spurted out domineering aura without saying a word.

"Buddha"

A monk walked out of the eerie forest, and the sound of bells could suppress countless eyeballs,

This monk is more like a ghost than a monk, his mouth is dry and shriveled without smiling, and his dry eyes are only cloudy, not divine.

The worn cassock rises without wind,

The weirdness was not limited to this. The temporary command vehicle had already exploded porridge when looking at the data transferred from the instrument. Compared with what the eyes could see, the data from the instrument was more intuitive and terrifying.

"There is no heat source, and there is no difference between thermal imaging and the surrounding area."

"Pay attention to his feet, there are shadows and indentations, which prove to be objects of quality."

"It's amazing, what kind of new existence is this?"

"The world is getting more and more scary."

This monk is very far away from the rear, and it is not the turn of the big man to care about his own safety.

"Try to communicate with the monk."

The order of the command vehicle was conveyed to the only soldier in the team who could speak the Japanese language. The level of education of Amelika's soldiers was not high, and the probability of being able to speak the Japanese language was also a small event.

"I received!"

Da Bing, who was longing for the island culture, sighed, and was discouraged. Why would he learn the island language? Isn’t it because he wants to read manga without waiting for others to translate the text, and it is still illegal to read certain types of island manga in China.

He likes to watch anime, but he doesn't enter his mind in the second grade. He knows that he is not the hero of anime, and he will not have adventures if he dies.

But under the staring eyes of many big figures, he could only bite the bullet and push upwards.

The opening is to speak righteously and show Amelika's demeanor; the tone is gentle...

"Ding Dong!!"

The tattered monk moved the Zen stick in his hand, and the sharp bottom pierced into the eyeball beside him.

This move blocked the words of the Azhai soldier.

"Ouch, my eyes."

Everyone who watched the scene that hit the pupils closed their eyes, and the commander put down the coke with an ouch and rubbed his eyelids with his fingers.

Human beings' ability to sense pain is always magnified instantly when it involves eyes, fingertips and other parts. This is especially true for Smith. He screamed on the spot, unable to accept that the god he admired was easily injured by someone.

"ah!"

"How dare you hurt the gods!"

Perhaps Smith's cry attracted the monk, or maybe Smith was among the monk's targets.

"jingle."

The bell rang, and the ghostly monk looked at Smith.

There was a breeze in the calm woods, and the murderous aura locked onto Smith's body.

"Pfft."

The Zen stick was raised, and the sharp point was inserted straight into Smith's heart, and red blood gushed out, flowing along the edge of the Zen stick and dripping to the ground.

Cut the cassock.

The Zen staff made a neat cassock cut, and Smith's body appeared a deep right oblique cut.

The military uniform is torn, and the white bones can be seen all the time in the wound gully!

If you go deeper, you might be able to cut Smith in half.

But such a horrible wound, no need to go deeper, no human being can survive, even with the most top medical treatment in modern times, or even the priestess of Yoyogi Shrine!

"Evil, get rid of it."

Black light gushed out from Smith's wound. It was the black light that flew out of his eyes just now.

"What did the monk say?" The commander looked at the assistant beside him, spread his hands, and said with disbelief in his tone, "Our Chaofan was killed just like that? It only took a few seconds?"