Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

The monk was wearing an ordinary monk's attire, and his hair was shaved cleanly against his scalp, faintly blue.

Facing the guards with guns, a homeless man in the front row trembled uneasily, his fingers and lips trembling. Facing the violent state machine directly is the most real nightmare for ordinary people.

Although they have nothing, at least they still have a life, which is the most important treasure since birth.

"I……"

Just when the homeless man was anxious and wanted to escape, a big rough hand pressed down on the homeless man's trembling palm, and then the arm squeezed hard, clasping the homeless man's arm tightly like a mechanical joint.

"Master." Being held by the monk's arm, the trembling homeless man turned his head, and his gaze met the monk's calm gaze.

The monk is not a thin and thin man. Under the cover of loose clothes, his muscular outline is very obvious, like a monk who could punish warriors in the Warring States Period.

"Don't be afraid, this time let the people who live in the sky hear our voice." With calm eyes, he looked at the Imperial Palace surrounded by the Moat, which was the Yunzhong City where the gods lived in the sky.

The monk clasped one person on each of his left and right arms, and the two homeless men followed suit and picked up the people around them, three, five, seven, one row, two rows, three rows...

The team on the double bridge clasped their arms, like a group of brothers. The gaps between the loose teams that were originally somewhat spaced instantly reduced, and they were tightly attached to each other, and they converged in an instant. The gears of human flesh rubbed against each other, like an indestructible chain.

One set of waves surges against another, the waves roll and converge, arms are connected, steps are in unison, breathing is the same.

The team that came out of the North District included both vagrants and wild sleepers in chains, as well as ordinary people who joined later. The tattered clothes contrasted sharply with the shiny new ones.

But at least when facing the table knife in the hands of jackals and beasts, there is no difference in their identities, just a piece of delicious food and another piece of chewed garbage.

On the narrow double bridge, the other demonstrators gathered at the bridgehead and yelled out of the way unconsciously. This ragged team is too intimidating, and if it is blocked in front of them, it will be swallowed up. in this way.

"Tread."

The Double Bridge was crowded with teams from the North District.

At one end of the bridge is the torrent of homeless people knocking arms together, and at the other end is the majestic Imperial Palace. The only thing separating the two sides is the not-so-wide bridge deck.

"Anyone who goes further is hitting the royal family!"

The guards in front of the Imperial Palace warned loudly, and the protocol guns in their hands gleamed in the blazing sun.

Although the royal family of the island country is a mascot, without the divinity of the incarnation of gods and men before World War II, after more than a thousand years of nominal idol worship, ordinary people in the island country are still psychologically short when facing the royal family.

The parade team only dared to surround a few entrances and exits of the Imperial Palace and yelled. No one dared to rush forward or do other irrational things.

In the hearts of ordinary people, they still hold the simple thinking of the Qing Dynasty. The royal family is good, and the royal family is innocent. As long as they appeal to the royal family, they can cause changes in the country. A group of sheep are negotiating in front of the wolf that wolves should not eat sheep. thing.

"Step, step."

The guards and the police lined up together, their shiny boots stomping on the ground, their polished guns slanted across their chests.

It doesn't take half a minute for the two sides to collide head-on, or the bullet fired from the gun chamber will slam into the heart.

Looking at the torrent of iron chains, the other demonstrators forgot to roar at the top of their lungs for a moment. The young man who was waving the flag held the flagpole with both hands, and his strong heart pumped his chest.

"He can't stop us."

But the human wall with their arms stuck together didn't seem to hear the guard's warning, and it seemed that they didn't see that the imperial palace where the emperor was in front of them.

The people in the front row are the most dangerous to face the sharp edge. If they really use their guns, the people in the front row will undoubtedly die.

"start running!"

Hong Liu's brisk walk turned into a run, and his arms were intertwined unstoppably. Everyone straddled like a war horse, with three or four-meter lances under their armpits, screaming and roaring to charge the wall! !

Even if the wall made up of tower shields is blocking the front, it will be washed away by the torrent in an instant.

"Prepare!"

Dozens of soldiers stared wide-eyed at the strangely dressed monk. The monk stood in the center of the team, and looked out of tune with other people in terms of temperament, like a brave and fearless warrior.

As long as the opponent gets closer, the gun butt will hit the monk's face fiercely!

These guys must be crazy, don't they know that the Imperial Palace is in front of them? Whoever gave them the courage to defile the sacred chrysanthemum pattern, even the Amelikas of the upper country would not dare!

"Tap Tat Tat!"

Twenty meters, fifteen meters, ten meters, five meters.

The dark crowd has different faces, sallow and thin, wrinkled and cracked, messy hair, wearing glasses, cloudy eyes, cuffs stained with mud, trousers curled and unkempt.

"Ugh..."

The guard swallowed, and he could see each homeless face more and more clearly, the crooked hat, the baggy clothes, and the locked arms.

Just as the monk and the others were running, the homeless people in the second row suddenly ran out from the left and right, blocking the front of the first row, forming a new row like a chain of iron chains, just in time to guard the monk who was in the most dangerous position. with.

"Come on!"

Who in the crowd yelled first, and instantly ignited the atmosphere that was about to explode.

The team speeded up suddenly, and the jogging turned into a gallop, and the sturdy double bridge was trembling.

Seeing that the opposite side actually dared to charge into the Imperial Palace, the guards raised their courtesy guns: "Fight back!"

"fight back!"

It's messed up, everything is messed up.

The film crew of NHK in the air opened their mouths wide and buzzed in their heads. What they wanted to film was the large-scale protests erupting in Tokyo at the moment, to record a historic moment, not to film someone who dared to crash into the Imperial Palace.

The left-wing youths did not put their ideas into practice. What has the island nation experienced in the past half a century?

I'm afraid this video will never see the light of day!

From the aerial view, the torrent finally collided with the wall.

It looked like a miner was holding a pickaxe, and the butt of his gun smashed hard on the heads and shoulders of the people in the front row.

Not only the bullets of the gun are fatal, but also the butt made of solid wood is also harmful. The person in the front row was shot open with a single blow, blood flowed out, and they fell to the ground howling.

"Don't fight back, go!"

But the guards of the Imperial Palace had just fought with the people in the first row, followed by the second row, the third row... The torrent of the wall of people rushed forward unstoppably.

"Stop! Stop!"

"Plop, plop, plop."

The guards who fought back were crowded under the double bridge by the crowd, and smashed into the moat with a thud.

In the endless crowd, the guards holding the protocol guns were also coerced, and they couldn't use the weapons in their hands at all. It seemed more like they 'voluntarily' joined the team.