Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

The Boer boys looked at each other in dismay, suspecting that there was a problem with their ears just now.

Kidnapped guys asking them to borrow money?

Either they had a problem with their own ears, or the kidnapped guy was freaking out.

Usually the latter is more likely.

"I'm here to wake him up and get a good understanding of what's going on now."

A young man is gearing up, with a warm smile on his face.

He wants to let the foreigner know what is the warm hospitality of the rainbow country, such as beating his yellow skin darker than black people.

"chu!" Imitating the tone of the hand-to-hand combat master in the movie when he made a move, he kicked the Jianhei Tibetan in the stomach.

If this kick is solid, not to mention the serious injury and bleeding, an ordinary person would definitely have to curl up in pain.

But the young Boer's feet stopped just as they touched the stomach of the Jianhei Tibetan. Not only the movements of his legs, but also his face showed a painful expression.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that the situation of his companion was wrong, the young man on the side looked over with concern.

No matter how many evil things they do, these guys at least still retain human instincts in some aspects, such as sociality.

But he just patted his companion's shoulder with his hand, and things suddenly became weird.

This tall, nearly 1.9-meter tall man, the number one fighter in the small group, who had been victorious in several clashes with other small groups, actually collapsed on the seat with a thud.

"Hey! Why did he faint, what does he have..."

The Tibetan man in Jianhei had a bag over his head and spoke in a strange voice: "Don't try, I promise as my doctor that he is dead."

Originally, the attention of several people had already been focused on the fallen companion, but they turned their heads when they heard the words of the Tibetan man.

Can you know someone is dead even if you are covering your head?

This is probably not a doctor, but a witch doctor of a primitive tribe.

"Trust me, I'm professional because I killed him."

The hemp ropes on the hands and feet of the Tibetans in Jianhei were suddenly untied. This was done by the dedicated black bugs. Not to mention the small hemp ropes, even the dams could be bit by bit.

He took off the bag on his head and straightened the slanted glasses.

A few white youths appeared in front of them. Although they had been separated for hundreds of years, they had not changed much from their old relatives in Europa.

Jian Hei slammed his mouth: "You don't look like black people at all. Could it be that after staying on the African continent for a long time, even the race will change."

A few people don't know much about black humor, or the current situation cannot help them think about the humor in it.

This person is so strong that he can break the hemp rope. In reality, even a strong man can't do it - this is a normal first reaction.

It's absolutely not normal for such a dry and thin body to have such strength. After thinking about this, the eyes that looked at the Tibetan people in Jianhei were not right.

"I'll say the situation is wrong, I'll just say the situation is wrong! It's true!" shouted the thinnest, even slightly malnourished, blond young man. If the roof of the van was too short to stand up straight, I'm afraid He jumps all over.

"He is extraordinary, an Oriental with mysterious power!" He felt that he should be a detective, but the detective is now in a crisis of life and death.

The Tibetan man in Jianhei glanced at the blond young man. The voice was familiar to him. When his head was covered by a bag, he was the only one who stood up and said a word or two.

Moreover, the cleverness of this head turning reminded the Tibetans of Jianhei of his assistants in Sendai. Unfortunately, after he entered the base, the assistants did not know where they were sent, and he also hoped that the assistants could follow him and enjoy themselves.

But it's a good thing not to go, otherwise, you will be slapped to death by the wicked monk.

"The answer is correct, but there is no reward."

The Tibetan man in Jianhei patted his shoulder and snapped his fingers with his right hand.

Several kidnappers in the back row fell to the ground, only the one in the front row who was still driving survived.

The young man who was driving didn't understand what happened, so he couldn't help but look back: "What's the matter, what happened?!"

When I look back, the picture is completely frozen.

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"Hum~"

The Tibetan people from Jianhei walked in front, humming the tune of hometown, which was a bit desolate in the evening.

Not to mention that it is the hot season in the southern hemisphere, and he is still wearing an out-of-season trench coat.

The blond Van der Vaart followed closely behind the black Tibetans, like a small entourage following a big man in modern times, and he looked thin and shrinking, but it was indeed miserable for a small role.

So scary, so scary.

Thinking of the terrifying picture just now, Van der Vaart was in a cold sweat, and he killed the entire car with ease. It can be seen that this is the first time he has murdered.

Maybe killing people is just a tedious little thing for this East Asian man.

Under the manipulation of a bunch of bugs, the van accelerated and rushed into the desolate lake.

The lake is only visited by the occasional fisherman, and it doesn't come with any good stuff.

Mysterious Jack.

jack.

Of course, Van der Vaart didn't believe that the native name of an East Asian would be Jack, but if Jack asked himself to call him that, what else could he do other than nod his head.

Van der Vaart was extremely grateful for his soft-hearted words at the beginning, otherwise he would have gone to **** like several of his companions now.

Since there are angels in the world, there should be demons and hell.

"I haven't arrived at your house yet?" The Tibetan people in Jianhei happily spread out their legs. He was wearing a black trench coat, and he added a neat and sloppy killing.

"It's here, it's in front." The Van der Vaart chicken nodded like a pecking of rice, shaking his shoulders up and down.

It’s a home, but it’s actually a house built with a broken car selling ice cream, masonry shanties, and shipping containers. The broken car and even the wheels have disappeared, and the wind and the sun are full of scars. A yellow piece.

"Not bad, very cinematic."

"Cinema..." Van der Vaart laughed at himself, but after all, he didn't express his spit.

The movie feeling in your eyes is the daily life that I experience every day. If anyone envies this movie, let him replace his role.

"Excuse me." The Tibetan man in Jianhei patted his clothes, confirming that he now looks like a good person.

"Forgot to ask, what should I be called if I see your mom and dad?"

"They were long gone."

"Oh, life and death, I saw this kind of thing a lot when I was a doctor, and you'll be more used to it in the future."

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South Africa was renamed the "Rainbow Country" in the book.