Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

"It's not good, such a big spar, you have to hold it in your arms with both hands, I'm not dazzled, ah, Yamamoto."

"No, no, it's just this big. We're not dreaming. After getting this spar, we'll be rich."

Yamamoto slapped himself, confirming that he was not wandering in a dream, and his face, which had not yet subsided after being hit in the carriage, became even more rosy from the slap.

The gentle and refined temperament of the geologist is gone at this moment, only his eyes are red, and his whole body is full of blood.

"Drop the gem!"

The 'geologists' shouted loudly, and the hungry tigers rushed forward to kill them.

Both of them are muscular people, so they are not easy to provoke at first sight.

One left and one right form an included angle, blocking the entire space tightly, and fighting will start if there is a disagreement.

The two people who were dragging the suitcase were not ambiguous. They looked at each other and dropped the suitcase, and then put on a confrontation posture.

The posture is calm, the muscles are also raised and more contoured, and they are people who have received serious training.

"It's just you who still want to snatch food from tiger's mouth."

Just kidding, these two people look like non-professional gangsters at first glance. It would be ridiculous if they were scared away by these cats and dogs. This is a big business worth hundreds of millions. Jump into Tokyo Bay!

"This is our business, the two of you are going to rob it directly?"

"Your business? I know that his spar came from a wrong path."

This kind of chaotic gray market has no right or wrong way, and the commonly used ethics are used here as a joke.

"I'll go..." The manager took a step back in fright as he hugged his backpack, "Why is there a fight?"

He had never seen such a scene before. The last time he fought with others was when he was in elementary school. In front of the little girls, he could still be majestic and majestic.

Seeing Yeyezi Ishisaka with a surprised face on the opposite side, the manager clicked his tongue: "Tsk."

Forget it, regardless of these four guys, there is no shortage of buyers for Jingshi anyway, and it has nothing to do with me that these two groups of people hit the dog's head. While thinking about it, the manager backed up and left after they had a fist-to-flesh scuffle.

The two sides were on the verge of breaking out. Seeing that the manager was about to run away, Yamamoto rushed forward with a loud cry.

The two professionals on the opposite side were also unambiguous, and stepped forward to meet them.

"If you stop me again, you will all die for me."

Yamamoto's eyes were red, the money was too important to him, and it was Xianyu's last chance to turn around.

"ah!"

Knife, the ruthless Yamamoto took out the knife from his arms.

It looks like a scabbard of a small handicraft on the outside, but inside it has a 20 cm cold blade.

Kaifeng hid the knife in his bosom, and waited until he was within half a meter of the opponent before rushing forward immediately, as calm as a virgin and moving as a breeze.

"knife?!"

Next to it is the police station and government office. The island country is not an African country without a government. It can maintain a population of over 100 million without causing chaos, and it can even become a developed country. It has proved that its government organization is effective in modern society. He is so gentle and refined on the surface, and this kind surface is also because there is no time for thunder.

To put it bluntly, it is to arrest criminals who dare to stab people with knives in public places. For example, when there was a conflict at Dongfeng intersection, more than 5,000 police officers were dispatched. Although... Narita Airport is still not allowed to take off and land at night.

It can be said that except for the guy who is mentally stimulated, no one would brazenly commit murder next to the police station in broad daylight, but this desperado, Yamamoto, went straight into the opponent's arms and stabbed upwards with a knife in both hands.

Professional fighters would feel their scalps go numb when faced with sharp weapons, and they would have to run away when facing three people holding weapons. When they saw the knife stabbed by Yamamoto, the heads of those who bought the spar buzzed.

This guy is crazy, is he going to kill him?

Are you kidding me, is his head different from ordinary people, and his nature changes after he moves a weapon.

"Pfft!"

The knife entered through the lower jaw of the throat, and drilled sideways from the cheek.

The precision of this knife made Yamamoto extremely surprised. Did he stab it better, or did the other party catch it better?

After he was surprised, he put on a cruel expression again on his face. With blood and achievements in hand, the cruelty revealed on his body became more intense.

"Are you crazy?"

"How can you kill people here, next to the police station!"

The companion who was wrestling with the other side was dumbfounded, and his lips were trembling.

Although the two were not good people, they also did many illegal things when lending money to others in Tokyo, such as breaking in, beating, forcing them to sell silver, and abducting people to Lucia after selling insurance.

But in broad daylight, killing people near the police station and the police station, Yakuza was so insane ten years after the war.

"You want to break the law, I don't want to!"

"Pfft!"

Yamamoto didn't say a word, he quickly walked behind the other person, raised his knife and stabbed into the neck cleanly.

"What are you afraid of? If you get caught, you will spend a few years in prison at most, killing one or two people. You can't be sentenced to death. You can get out in middle age with a good attitude."

"But if it works, we can take the money and go to foreign countries. The sky is high and the birds are flying, and the sea is wide and the sea is wide and the fish are leaping..." Yamamoto drew out his knife and looked at Ye Yezi and his manager with a ferocious face.

"Then rotten people like us will turn over directly."

The corpse on the ground stared, never expecting that there would be a desperado who would dare to kill him. How could this be possible? This is not in line with common sense.

Plop plop.

The violent heartbeat filled the cramped space, Yeyezi's head became a mass of paste.

It was not supposed to be a happy trip to Tokyo. At most, I accidentally forgot the spar in Akita. It was just an insignificant episode on the journey. Why did such a happy thing become like this?

"Dead... dead..."

Just when she was about to yell loudly, the 'geologist' next to her directly covered Yeyezi's mouth: "Okay! Yamamoto, we will fight this time... That guy wants to run, chase after him!"

"Don't let him run away holding the spar!"

"Woooooooooo!!!"

The strength of the rough and big hand was clearly intended to kill Yeyezi on the spot.

"knew."

Responding in a low voice, Yamamoto ran towards the manager, holding a knife full of murderous intent, like a tall butcher.

"Made."

The agent yelled, what he was most worried about happened. These money-seeking guys are really crazy. Fortunately, he still has a backup, and the tool cart is parked behind the alley.

Holding the two or three kilograms of spar, the manager's movement was slightly affected, and Yamamoto behind him was a desperado.

Affected by the bone girl incident, the Yakuza organizations in Tokyo and surrounding areas have been purged, most of the members have been abolished, and they have to find jobs in the society again. Unfortunately, how can these former club members who are not high enough or low enough to find them easily? legitimate work.

Either go to the warehouse as a warehouse manager, or work in a place like a gas station, as sad as you want. When you are a member of a club, although you don’t have much money, but when you have tattoos on your body, you can report that you are in a certain organization. Immediately, ordinary people will be trembling with fear, thus gaining spiritual joy.

"Want to run?"

Seeing that the manager's hand was about to touch the car door, Yamamoto sneered, took out a knife and threw it at the manager.

"Whoosh!"

The knife was not very accurate, and it needed to be offset by half a meter to hit the agent, but the flying knife aimed at the earth still surprised the agent for a second or two, followed by Yamamoto with his arms stretched forward, Viciously kill to the front.

"when!"

The tip of the knife hit the car door, creating a long crack. If it hit the manager's vitals, it would be another life.

But this time it also brushed against the bone of the shoulder, with blood and some broken bones coming out, the wound was shocking.

"ah!"

The manager let out a scream, and the spar backpack in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, and Yamamoto’s eyes twitched. It would be better if this idiot broke the spar. This family, if it really breaks out some corners and corners, it can sell many goods.

"Hey! Finally got it."

Yamamoto stabbed cruelly into the manager's thigh again, and even stared at the handle with his knee, the whole root was submerged into flesh and blood.

"Ah ah…………"

He punched the manager's mouth again. The swollen mouth made it difficult to even make a sound, let alone a scream that could be heard by everyone around him.

Yamamoto pulled out the knife and smiled on his face. As long as this unsightly guy is dealt with before disposing of the body—even if it can only be hidden for two days, it is enough for the two of Yamamoto to take the money and go to a foreign country.

"Boom."

When Yamamoto was half-kneeling on the ground, full of ritual sense, preparing to kill, footsteps could be heard at the corner of the path next to him.

A little girl wearing red shoes stood there in astonishment, staring straight at the blood on the ground with her eyes.

He still held half-drunk mineral water in his hand, and there was still sweat on his forehead.

He's just a little kid around nine or ten years old, not to mention yellow, thin, and malnourished, but he's just a little chick.

I saw the person who came here was a child, Yamamoto

"Little friend, I'm really sorry to be seen by you."

With blood on his hands, Yamamoto grinned. He put one hand behind his back, holding a knife in his hand: "Can you go to the back and help uncle pick up the red balloon."

There is no red balloon behind it, it's just the bad taste of this big man before execution.

Today, he has become red-eyed, completely red-eyed.

Having already killed two people, it doesn't make any difference to kill the third person, anyway, there is no turning back.

Sanqianzi was young and her head was not stupid. She was sweating on her forehead and reached into her bosom.

Why do I have to encounter these messy things at a young age, but I have already experienced life and death crises. Although Sanqianzi is young, he is not bad at courage.

"Little friend, you are disobedient. Do you want to make a phone call by reaching into your arms? It's useless, it's useless."

"Uncle will kill you in three seconds, never more than half a second."

The strong man is like a hungry tiger pouncing on food, and he will do anything for money.

After completing this order and getting the money, he went abroad to immigrate. The money given by the benefactor behind him was a lot of money that could not be saved in a lifetime of hard work. This pink spar is definitely an unprecedented good.

Anyway, to the rentiers, how much is human life worth? If killing a person can make them live an extra day, the people in black Africa are not enough to kill.

"Sister Angel bless me!"

Sanqianzi grabbed the thing in his arms and threw it forward suddenly, it was just a ball of paper, it was a dying counterattack of a child who was desperate, and the effect was zero.

Smiling contemptuously, the big man grabbed the ball of paper nonchalantly. He didn't want to commit murder, but if he didn't commit murder, who would pity him.

The white ball of paper smashed towards Yamamoto weakly. If such a small thing could kill people, the human species would have been eliminated on the earth long ago.

Yamamoto's palm that was holding the ball of paper proliferated like cancer cells, but the speed was extremely fast, first the skin, then the flesh and bones, swelled and exploded, scattered and splashed, and even the whole person was in the range of violent explosion.

"Boom!!"

The smile froze for an instant, then twisted, took off, and then stuck to the wall with a snap, all in one go, the accompaniment and the audience were dripping blood of all colors.

A small directional grenade, Sanqianzi standing behind the paper ball was only splashed with blood.

"Slap."

Looking at the big man who was already in a different position, the manager who had been stabbed in the base of his thigh trembled all over his body.

The smell of blood filled every molecule in the air, body paint was sprayed on the exterior of the tool cart, and all this was caused by a small white ball of paper.

It's a ball of white paper, the manager's dizzy brain can only make this judgment in the end.

A white note exploded, and then caused the current bloody situation. This is not scientific, but it is magical.

The manager pursed his lips like a sieve, his short hair was trembling, and he didn't even feel the sharp pain coming from his body. He couldn't kill more than nodding his head, but this was a cannonball.

The outer wall of the mineral water bottle that Sanqianzi was holding had a few blood flowers blooming, she just held the cap of the bottle lightly and kept silent, full of deterrent force.

Hanako in the toilet, the rainy night murderer.

Silence is the best murderous aura, and silence is the ultimate terror, frightening to the point of tearing apart the liver and gallbladder.

"Oni, oni, ghost, ghost."

The manager howled with all his strength, his eyes widened, and his vocal cords were about to fly out of his throat.

"Ghost, ghost!"

Ghost, hell in broad daylight, why is there such a monster in a small city, why does that guy want to attack the monster, does this mean he doesn't want to live, he is already dead.

The manager was confused and moved his body backwards. The ground seemed to be lubricated. He staggered up and ran away, fell to the ground several times, and finally turned into a reptile with all four legs.

The wound on his body kept bleeding, and a small river literally formed on the ground, red, smelly, and full of filth.

Showing your back to others like this would definitely end in death in a movie.

But Sanqianzi is not a character in the movie, nor does he have a hard heart, let alone the frightened agent, Sanqianzi is now only a lot more frightened than the agent.

Rao had seen other people's deaths and experienced extraordinary battles, but it was the first time that someone exploded in front of him so brightly.

What's more, he still killed himself, that is, he simply threw out the self-defense items entrusted to him by Sister Angel,

Didn't spit it out on the spot, already Sanqianzi's will is good.

She was so frightened that she lost consciousness, she didn't have the energy to scream.

"It's over, I won't go to jail."

"And." Sanqianzi's small mouth moved, "I'm still a child."