Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

City of Morelia.

"Have you encountered an attack? Who is the opponent? Protect yourself first... Hey, hey!"

Porfirio listened to his subordinates yelling at the mobile phone, and his expression became serious.

"Madman? What lunatic? Tell me clearly!"

"Hello? Hello!"

"They were all killed?"

"It should be all...killed." The gunshots from the mobile phone have stopped, and the family members and brothers who died did not leave any useful information.

The gangs in Michecon State haven't started a big war for a long time. In recent years, each gang's territory has been fixed, and there is no sufficient opportunity for anyone to break the rules and take the lead.

So which gang family dared to take such a risk to break the rules.

Is it Nazario's Knights Templar? Or a decaying Zetas?

The former is an old opponent under the guise of evangelism, and the latter is too old and decayed.

Or a foreign gang?

Just as Porfirio was thinking about who was behind the scenes, another voice came from the mobile phone on the hands-free button.

"Hi, is anyone there?"

The subordinate stared, as if he could scare the other party with his furious beast look through the phone: "Who are you?! How dare you attack our Gitans family!"

"The Gitans family, it really is you." On the other end of the phone was an old voice, gentle and powerful.

"You are about to be judged, and under the guidance of the Father, your life will become death!"

After speaking, the communication was hung up immediately, and the words made people confused.

Porfirio had a strange expression on his face. He felt that he could be regarded as an evangelical believer, and he was a very devout type who had built many churches, but he would never suddenly pull out Heavenly Father when he was talking to others. host.

Do you really think you are living on the stage of a theater?

But this special way of speaking is very similar to the big drug lords entrenched in Mitchken and the surrounding states...

Knights Templar!

Although the name is a bit vague, it is one of the most powerful forces in the western part of Mexico.

He started to make a fortune more than ten years ago, and quickly established his position by means that can be called cruel among the ranks of drug dealers, and many of his subordinates were contaminated.

What is even more strange about the Knights Templar is the internal management full of secondary school and religious atmosphere. It does not use the patriarchal system to clarify the relationship, but manages it like a diocese. However, Porfirio believes that the Holy See will never give this organization even half of the canonization. district bishop.

"Let everyone get ready. If he wants to fight, then he will fight." Porfirio snorted coldly, "Go to the headquarters of the Knights Templar and ask if their people are jumping into war..."

Porfirio's head is clear, and he has not lost his ability to judge because of other people's provocations. If there is an own incident, others will take advantage of it.

With an order, the war mobilization immediately began in the city of Morelia.

The dilapidated slums can't be seen at a glance. The women standing on the street are still wearing relatively clean clothes, but you can tell from the complexion that many people are contaminated with things that shouldn't be there. Young men are working day after day. Hard work, and those who are brave enough can even invite friends to go to the street to do quick money business.

Children who should be studying in schools at this age are also wandering around in the slums with nothing to do.

"Quick, quick."

"Come to work, and I'll give you two small bags when I'm done."

"Slackers, get up and go to the Gitans family!"

"Where's my weapon?"

"Two bags? I'm going too. If you give me three bags, I'll be at the front."

There are a huge number of poor people living in the astonishing slums of Mexico. The idle young poor people have become the "hostages" of San Simiao. In order to gain pleasure, they have to obey the orders of the gang leader. It can instantly summon a large number of 'soldiers' in the city.

Even if these recruits are vulnerable, have no training, and even hold small daggers in their hands, they cannot stand up to a large number.

Moreover, during the anti-drug war, the Mexilica government would have to worry a lot about attacking the poor.

There may be amateur killers lurking in every slum building, or there may be a big deal involving millions of dollars, and the police should think twice about entering the slums.

The slums are the hotbed of crime in Latin America, and as long as the slums are not eliminated, chaos will occur all the time.

Teenagers walked through the slums with weapons, knocking on the walls with weapons as they walked, shouting and shouting to their companions to go to the 'front line'.

As soon as the friends who were awakened heard that there was a business to do, they all raised their spirits and followed them to the front line with their weapons.

Porfirio, they know. One of the big drug lords in the city is also the bread and butter of many people, and he might work under Porfirio when he grows up.

It's no secret that Porfirio's residence is in Morelia. They are big drug lords, and they are open and open.

You can kill whoever you say, even if you make a mistake this time, you will definitely not make a mistake next time. You don't have to hide yourself in such a small matter as your residence.

"Boss, it wasn't the Templars."

Porfirio stood on the highest floor of the villa, watching the young men who came for pleasure gathered around the villa.

In a short period of time, the number of people reached thousands, and they surrounded the Porfirio Villa into a Somali war zone.

With such a huge transfer of personnel, the police in Morelia found out that something was wrong no matter how they displayed it. The phone calls flew back and forth between the police and the police, and between the police and the gangsters. If you are an insider, just ask the drug lord directly.

The Mexican police and drug lords are one and the same, taking care of each other.

But after calling back and forth, the police in Morelia City became confused. They didn't understand at all which side was fighting with which side, and who was going to attack Porfirio?

And even Porfirio's side couldn't tell whom they were defending against, confusing all-out war.

"Wait and see."

The police in Morelia City are also very thieves. Since two groups of guys who are not good guys are going to fight, why should the police intervene?

I wish that their human brains would become dog brains, and finally the police would collect the corpses. Of course, we must pay attention not to expand the combat area too much, and it would be bad if too many ordinary people were involved.

Several agricultural tool vehicles were driving in the city of Morelia. They seemed to be strolling in the countryside. The police in Morelia reacted too slowly and waited until the vehicles passed by before pulling up the blockade.

"Is that car weird just now?"

The police vehicle and the agricultural vehicle passed by, and the policeman sitting in the co-pilot watched the convoy go away from the rearview mirror.

"What's wrong? Did you see the gun?"

"It's not...forget it, maybe I was wrong." He took off his police cap and scratched his head. He didn't know how to explain the scene just now.

The gray-haired old man is in COSPLAY?