Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

The villagers re-recognized the fighting power of the gangs. In the past, the gangs were vicious and evil, killing people without blinking.

They just pulled the trigger and fired, and the gangsters were overwhelmed. Every villager's marksmanship was surprisingly good today. In just a few minutes of conflict, countless gangsters were killed.

It turns out that killing people is not that difficult!

"Da da da!!"

Villagers with guns marched quickly on the streets as if they were gods of death. Whether it was gang members with guns or gangsters in the slums who came to help out, they were all fatally hit.

The arrogance and arrogance of the bandit gang retreated steadily, not because they lacked the ability to attack and hold off, but because this group of invaders was unstoppable.

The muzzle of the gun spews flames, and every two or three steps taken, one life must be lost.

Only after walking more than 200 meters away, the world in front of the villagers suddenly opened up. There were fewer and fewer people resisting with guns.

It is still important to live, as long as you are still alive, you will be able to breathe happiness sooner or later.

"Hmph, but a bunch of chickens and dogs!" The old pastor snorted coldly, holding the "Classic" piously, "Blessed be the supreme, almighty and loving God, my rock, you taught my hands to fight, you taught me how to fight!" Finger wars."

The few villagers standing in the quiet gunpowder still smell of avocados, all of them are Rambo fighters, and the old pastor looks like an iron-blooded figure who stepped out of a certain space opera.

Walking on earth to sweep away unbelievers instead of God, the will to fight is terrifyingly high.

"R! P! G!"

A figure suddenly appeared on the roof of the slum, he carried a large weapon on his shoulder, and the head of the grenade aimed at the few people standing in the middle of the road.

Except for nuclear weapons, Takahashi can be said to have eaten all the weapons of mankind.

Don't need to think about it, once an RPG grenade goes down, the villagers and his avatar are destined to be finished.

"Sharingan..."

The pupils of the paper avatar suddenly turned red, and Gouyu emerged in it.

The capture ability of Sharingan is not as good as that of Baiyan, but it is enough!

She could already see the propelling grenade flying out slowly, and she could see the tail flame behind... The whole world slowed down in Takahashi's eyes.

"boom!"

She raised her arm, the bullet rubbed against the barrel, and flew towards the grenade without time.

Bullets collide with rockets!

"boom!!"

The villagers looked in shock at the sound of the explosion, and suddenly there was an explosion as they were walking.

The roofs of the slum buildings were blown to pieces, and only a few pieces of clothes fell in the air.

The gangster carrying the RPG no longer knew how many parts it was divided into.

"Let's go."

The paper avatar reloaded the pistol and strode away in the first place.

Two small pistols acted like a whole army in her hands.

"Yes!" The old pastor patted "Classic", and his pride and ambition couldn't stop coming out. The age of seventy or eighty turned back to the youth of ten or twenty, and the world changed under his feet because of him!

"Da da da!"

"boom!"

Takahashi nodded pitifully for the gang's firepower arrangement. Although the formation of troops was far worse than that of the regular army, it was remarkable for such a large-scale criminal group.

Along the way to attack, there are not only RPGs, but also light and heavy machine guns installed in some shooting positions. The firepower is crossed and unexpected, and the arrangement is extremely methodical.

If the stupefied only use light infantry to attack, they will definitely suffer heavy casualties.

There must be officers who have retired from the army among the members of the gang, so they will deploy defenses under the guidance of professionals.

But these defenses are aimed at humans!

It's so ridiculous in front of Takahashi, she doesn't even need her body to descend, just using the ability of the paper clone to write sharing eyes a little, and she easily defuses all fatal murderous intentions.

Approaching layer by layer, quickly break through.

The speed of the villagers' fortifications was astonishingly fast, and the tunnel fortifications, which were expected to withstand hundreds of regular troops, were surprisingly fragile. Often, as soon as the news that one line of defense had been breached reached the villa, the second line had already been taken down, and the third line was also taken down. Already in jeopardy.

The speed of the report could not keep up with the pace of the assault.

"What's going on, it was breached? So fast?!"

Sweeping away the people sitting in front of the monitor, Porfirio himself stared at the screen.

There are countless surveillance cameras around the big drug lord's mansion. Standing in front of the screen, you can more intuitively feel the panic caused by the breach of the defense line.

Whether it is a fortification composed of ordinary members or a machine gun defense line, it is impossible to completely intercept the enemy.

Porfirio couldn't maintain his calm expression, when was the last time he felt such a sense of crisis?

The night before the successful ascension? Sansi Miao war with government forces?

The extermination of several subordinates led to a major crisis. These intruders were still wearing farm work uniforms.

In terms of style, it is full of ordinary workers, without any gangster viciousness.

But to say they are farmers?

If the peasants in the countryside have such fighting power, what's the use of their bandits? I am afraid that the Northern Expedition has occupied Hope Country long ago!

"Crack."

A figure walked by under the camera, he paused slightly, then raised his pistol without looking back.

The muzzle of the gun is aligned with the camera, and when the trigger is pulled, the camera field of view disappears instantly.

Porfirio, who was close to the screen, backed away in shock, the shot just now seemed to have been shot into the brain, and life and death could be separated by a single shot.

"It must be the government's black hands!" The subordinates simply judged from the camera that the morale and marksmanship of this group of weirdos are frighteningly high. Ordinary gangsters can fight smoothly, but they absolutely do not have such comprehensive qualities.

Only the elite troops of the Mexican government army!

"Boss..."

Porfirio wiped off his sweat and forced his face to calm down, but he no longer had the confidence to win, and anxiety could be seen on his frowning brows.

There was even more waves in his heart, thinking about all kinds of gains and losses, he nodded firmly after a few seconds of uncertainty.

"Retreat first."

"Retreat to other strongholds. This matter must be considered in the long run. The shame of being attacked must be fought back!"

It is the army that is fighting to the death. It is not shameful for drug lords to run away, but it is very useful.

As long as a series of mountain silk seedling industries under the name exist tenaciously, they can counterattack at any time, and there are many strongholds in Porfirio in other cities. Once, he set off a sudden attack, completely annihilating the enemy in the gust of wind and rain!

"yes."

The three helicopters parked at the mansion slowly took off, only one of which was actually sitting on Porfirio himself, and the rest were just decoys.

The color of the helicopter merged with the gray and black of the slums. The poor people who had avoided the war stuck their heads out and looked up at the helicopter that was about to fly away. No matter who escaped, who died or who came to power, their situation would not change in the slightest.