Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

"Habit...you say yes, that's it."

Van der Vaart has a black line. His parents have long since passed away. How can he get used to it again? Is it possible to resurrect them from the grave and do it all over again?

If there was such a means of resurrecting from the dead, the upper echelons of the country would have long since offered Jack as a god.

It can be said that the rainbow country is extremely magical when placed in the world's one-vote country. More than 30 years ago, the apartheid policy was still implemented. Later, although the great man from the sky devoted himself to reform, he finally turned to the big bourgeoisie. The country should have a political party, but some tribes in the country also practice feudalism.

For example, the Zulu family, which occupies one-fifth of the population of the country, still retains the chief, and it is the kind with absolute real power.

It is a model of democracy, and there are remnants of feudalism, and it is affirmative representation, and it has a policy of discrimination against the Boers.

Very magical.

"Excuse me." The Tibetan man in Jianhei unceremoniously pushed open the container door.

"Squeak." The line of sight in the room is not bad. Windows were opened on both sides of the container, and the sunlight penetrated through the windows, reflecting the desolation of wasteland punk inside the container.

There were still people in the house. In front of a pile of old furniture and appliances, two and a half children stared at the Tibetan man who walked in.

"Who are you?"

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a good person." The Tibetan man in Jianhei raised his hands slightly, grinning his mouth and showing his big white teeth, "You two little guys who won't lock the door easily, you have to pay the price of carelessness."

The two children are fat and thin, tall and short, black-haired and yellow-haired. Even people with high myopia will not mistake them.

"Get out!" The fat kid suddenly pulled out a dagger from under the old furniture, fully demonstrating the bravery of a slum kid.

"Alger, stop."

Van der Vaart walked in quickly from the outside, and when he saw the dagger in his hand, Little Fat almost scared his soul out.

Seeing the skinny Van der Vaart walk in, Alger put away the dagger, and the blond little man next to him also put his hands behind his back in front.

"Edwin, that's a wrench, not a weapon... Occasionally."

Edwin had a wrench in his hand, looking like he was waiting for an opportunity.

Although the two children are not big, if they cooperate like this, it may really cause casualties.

The Tibetan man in Jianhei glanced at Van der Vaart: "These two little guys are more courageous than you."

"Mr. Jack, you're joking again." Van der Vaart was extremely grateful for his cowardice. If he hadn't been cowardly at the time, he might have been among the people who were sunk into the lake.

"Alger, Edwin, this is Mr. Jack, don't be rude." Van der Vaart showed his majesty as an elder.

Seventeen or eighteen-year-old Van der Vaart does look a little more "powerful" than two twelve- or thirteen-year-olds.

"Mr. Jack?" Fatty Alger was still vigilant. "Did he come to us to make a documentary, or someone from an international rescue organization?"

The status of whites and blacks is reversed, which is a unique "landscape" in the world, so many people come to the Rainbow Country with a curious mind to find out.

"Me? I'm just a doctor." The Tibetan people in Jianhei were still reluctant to hide his identity as a doctor, "Let me see if there is anything wrong with you two little guys."

"Mr. Jack... They are my younger brothers, the kind that are not related by blood." Van der Vaart smiled wryly, as embarrassed as he could be, "These two guys are very timid, and we are not more important now. thing?"

The more important thing is how to deal with the aftermath. After all, a van was sent into the lake, and four people died.

Even if the Boers are only the most insignificant low-level residents living in this country, even if they call the police, most of the police will not be willing to take care of them, but it is more or less troublesome.

Those **** also have families,

"Don't worry, they can't find any clues." The Tibetan man in Jianhei looked indifferent, this was just a small scene for him.

Change home if it's a big deal!

Van der Vaart kept his mouth shut. He didn't know where the black Tibetans got such confidence. Could it be that he has a solution?

For example, killing the whole family of a few people in the lake, so that there is no need to be afraid that someone will call the police?

With Jack's terrifying character, it's entirely possible to make it!

"Don't do irrational things, if there are a lot of people at once..." Van der Vaart did not continue here, the two and a half older children were still watching, if he said something wrong and the two children spread it out Done.

"Oh, where did you go?" The Tibetan man in Jianhei looked at Van der Vaart in surprise, "I'm just a doctor."

After all, the Tibetan man in Jianhei was walking around in the container. He picked up the tools one by one. The container was like an evolutionary trash can. Putting tools in the room can make life more or less convenient.

There is a small open space between the container and the dining car. The real garbage is piled up on the open space. It is completely unusable, at least for them, and they can only buy these things from merchants who specialize in acquisition.

There are many people in the slum who are still trying to live tenaciously.

Among the tools, the Jianhei Tibetans found small scalpels and other utensils. Eighty percent of the new utensils were far inferior to the sophisticated and sophisticated items in the research base, but they were enough for their own use. It has also increased a lot from before.

Even in wild Africa, he still hasn't forgotten his identity as a doctor, but the things that Linlin Langlang collected couldn't make up a complete set.

"There's still something in the dining car, maybe there's something you need~www.NovelMTL.com~ Van der Vaart pointed to the dining lane not far away, "I have a small workshop inside. "

"Oh?" The Tibetan man in Jianhei followed Van der Vaart towards the dining car, carrying the jingling things.

"My ideal is to be a maintenance worker, an electrical maintenance worker. Although the salary is not high, I can support myself." While walking, Van der Vaart talked about his life plan, "like TV, radio, etc., I could have fixed it long ago."

The Tibetan people in Jianhei were not moved by the simple dream of this Boer guy, but after looking at them, he said, "But don't we all use mobile phones now, what's the use of repairing these things?"

What Van der Vaart said was heartbroken. Indeed, although the residents of the slums are all low-income earners, today is different from the past. The prices of some special mobile phones in Africa are extremely low, not to mention the recycled N-hand mobile phones, no matter what. Difficult to use, and watching movies is no problem.

If the times had not changed, he would not have thought about developing new paths.

The two and a half older children watched from a short distance away, and the fat little Alger looked suspicious: "What the **** is Van der Vaart doing?"