Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

"Master, hurry up and make a move."

Looking at the stopped procession, a big question mark appeared on the head of Jian Hei Tibetan.

He was waiting for the Buddhist supernatural to attack the base, to help him fish in troubled waters, and to reveal the affairs of the base to the world, so why did he stop on the road?

Could it be that the monk is accumulating strength, and if he doesn't make a move, the land will collapse and the ground will crack, bleeding and drifting away?

The black Tibetans in the middle were eating the bread in their hands with sour teeth. They looked like the refugees in the UN refugee camps. The other researchers who fled to the ground were also in the same miserable situation.

Bread accompanied by mineral water, plus a tent, barely survived the autumn night.

Even if it is known that the people in the base are all top experts and the precious wealth of human civilization, the risk of recklessly transferring it is even greater, and no one can bear the responsibility of causing a tragedy in the world. It's better to manage it on the ground, and there are no new dead people on the ground.

"How long are we going to stay in this damn place?"

Experts from the anatomy team huddled together, and although they didn't have to deal with the numbing corpse today, the situation is even worse now.

"I'm afraid we won't be allowed to leave until the danger is eliminated."

"Are you using the method against the plague?"

"Now we should send people into the ground to study the corpse."

"Send you and me? Forget it."

The anatomy team had all received medical education, but they didn't expect that one day they would be quarantined.

"It seems that extraordinary power is at work. Why are we locked up? Do you suspect that there is a mastermind among us?"

Jianhei Tibetan, who was drinking coffee and eating bread, spat out the bread in his mouth: "Hahaha, it's impossible, how can there be supernatural among us."

"Hahahahaha, isn't it... ah?"

He glanced suspiciously at the Jianhei Tibetan who reacted violently. This weird guy usually lives alone and never participates in their discussions. Why did he suddenly change his sex this time?

"I mean...it's too inhuman to surround us here!" Jian Hei Tibetan took a sip of his coffee and added, "I can't stand it anymore."

Even black Tibetans can't stand it anymore? Things are really serious.

After speaking, the black Tibetans closed their eyes and rested their minds. If you say too much, you are wrong. It is better not to say or do it.

Sprinkling bread crumbs at his feet to feed the little black worms, Jian Hei Tibetan suddenly nodded his head with happiness.

Is it because of lack of sincerity on my own side that Buddhism Chaofan will not take action? After all, no matter how big the disturbance is on the base side, the monks will not be able to know.

He stuffed the bread into his mouth, and the black Tibetan grabbed his hair. Such a serious incident happened at the base. The government would never invite the transferred Yeyezi to the base. By then, he would be trapped in the base.

And as long as the government sends people who are not afraid of death to study the corpses underground, they will definitely find the wounds caused by the bugs.

Careless, you shouldn't bet on the monk.

Jianhei Tibetans grasp the soil with one hand stretched on the ground and five fingers, the fingernails are slightly raised, and tiny black insects come out continuously.

Zushi City, the police line.

The policemen blocked all the main roads and took turns to monitor the situation. Fortunately, the parade formed by the old men was also very organized, only holding banners and confronting the policemen.

"The situation seems to be under control for the time being." The head of the police headquarters breathed a sigh of relief, he thought he had never dealt with such emergencies before.

Shirata Yuki and the other 'heroes' didn't take a break either, they simply ate some food and then put themselves on the alert again.

The use of Shirata Yuki on a whim by the Tokyo side has really achieved good results, and the old men like it very much.

"Everyone has worked hard, but please continue to work hard. It won't take long for them to retreat."

Dragging the words until the crowd's passion is exhausted is the victory of the police.

The front-line police and the team looked at each other half a street away, you eat yours, and I rest mine, which is very harmonious.

An old man who had been drinking stumbled and stood in the middle of the street, yelling with his waist down: "You non-citizens! Have you forgotten your identity as a citizen after eating public meals? Now the government is deceiving us, horrible demons Chaofan is lurking beside us, and even the government is pushing us into the mouth of the devil!"

"All the truth lies in Yokosuka. You are not doing good deeds by blocking me like this, but setting yourself on fire. The one who died this time may be ordinary people who have nothing to do with you, but next time it will be you, Your family."

The police rested on the car, did not respond to the 'calling' in turn, whether to hide or not, even if they knew the truth, would it be useful to them? It's better to eat public meals in peace and stability. This is the most important issue in front of survival.

Mourning culture has been popular since the early days of Heisei. This is not the overall degeneration of a certain class, but a desperate counterattack against social reality.

"Do you smoke?"

"Come one."

Looking at the crowd demonstrating in the middle of the road with a cigarette in his mouth, the county policeman scratched his head and slapped his colleague: "I heard that you just bought a house in Tokyo recently?"

"Well, it's just that the house is not big in Datian District, and the area of ​​the wall core is only 90 square meters."

"That's it? It's pretty good, okay? That's Tokyo. I can't even afford a house in Yokohama now."

"Hey, it's a long distance to work, so it's not convenient."

"You bastard, you're selling it cheap..."

The policeman only spoke half of what he said, and then his complexion changed strangely, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

He died instantly, his eyeballs exploded, and his death was extremely miserable.

"No, I... Hey, what's wrong with you?"

The tranquility of the government's defense line was torn apart, and many people showed the same symptoms and fell to the ground one after another.

"What happened again? Did they charge the line?"

The head of the police headquarters hurried out with his bloodshot eyes staring at the chaotic city of Zushi with his furry hair.

What happened at the Yokosuka base is only known to a small number of people, and the head of the local police headquarters is not at the level of knowing.

It's just that the neighborhood where the parade people are located is still calm... no.

The other half of the city was also rioting.

"Dead, dead, the old guy from Kichijoji is dead."

The same death spread regardless of enemy or friend, like a huge shit-stirring stick, which is bound to stir up the situation into chaos.

Even the places where foreign reporters are located are not spared, whether in the interview vehicle or standing on the side of the road, the little black bug can't distinguish the nationality.

The situation of the confrontation suddenly became chaotic, and the clear lines became a fusion. The crowd fled blindly to the police, and the police rushed around.

The head of the police headquarters did not expect such a change, let alone the monk.

"Big, master, is this also in your plan?"

"No!" Hearing the death news from around, the monk bit his lips, "Who the hell?"

"We have opened the road to Yokosuka, and the police defense line has been overwhelmed by us!"