Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

Chapter 830 Just Get Used to It (First Update)

The Boer boys looked at each other, suspecting that there was something wrong with their ears just now.

Kidnapped guys asking them to borrow money?

Either there was something wrong with their own ears, or the kidnapped guy was freaking out.

Usually the latter is more likely.

"I'll let him wake up and get a better understanding of what's going on now."

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

He wants to let the foreigner know what is called the rainbow country's warm hospitality, for example, by beating his yellow skin darker than blacks.

"Chu!" imitating the tone of the hand-to-hand fighters in the movie, he kicked Jian Hei Tibetan in the stomach.

If this kick was real, not to mention serious injuries and bleeding, an ordinary person would definitely curl up in pain.

But the Boer youth stopped just as soon as his feet touched the black Tibetan's stomach. Not only did he move on his legs, but he also showed a painful expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that the situation of his companion was not right, the young man at the side looked over with concern.

No matter how many unreasonable things they have done, these guys at least 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 man of nearly 1.9 meters, the number one thug in the small group, and his all-time victorious companion in several conflicts with other small groups unexpectedly collapsed on the seat with a plop.

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

The head of the black Tibetan was covered with a bag, and he spoke in a strange voice: "There is no need to try, I promise as my doctor, he is dead."

Originally, the attention of several people had been concentrated on the fallen companion, but they turned their heads away when they heard Jian Hei Tibetan's words.

Is it possible to know that a person is dead even if his head is covered?

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

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

The hemp ropes on the hands and feet of the Hei Tibetans were suddenly untied. This was done by the dedicated black insects. Let alone a small hemp rope, even a dam can be bitten bit by bit.

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

Appearing in front of them were several young Caucasians. Although they had been separated for hundreds of years, they had not changed much from their old relatives in Europa.

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

A few people don't quite understand black humor, or the current situation doesn't allow them to think about the humor in it.

This person has so much strength that he was able to break free from the hemp rope. In reality, even a strongman can't do it—this is a normal first reaction.

How could there be such a strong body in a dry and thin body? It was absolutely abnormal--thinking about this level, the eyes that looked at Jian Hei Tibetan with a little bit of cleverness became wrong.

"I said the situation was wrong, I said the situation was wrong! It really is!" a blond young man who was the thinnest and even somewhat malnourished yelled. His whole body jumps up.

"He is extraordinary, an oriental man with mysterious power!" He thought he should be a detective, but now the detective is in a life-and-death crisis.

The black Tibetan glanced at the blond young man. He was familiar with this voice. When he was covered by a bag, he was the only one who stood up and said a few words.

Moreover, the cleverness of this head turning reminded Jian Hei Tibetan of his assistant in Sendai. Unfortunately, after he entered the base, the assistant was sent to nowhere.

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

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

The black Tibetan patted him on the shoulder and snapped his fingers with his right hand.

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

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

Looking back at the picture, it freezes completely.

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"huh~"

The black Tibetans walked in front, humming their hometown tunes, which was a bit bleak in the evening.

Not to mention that it is the hot season in the southern hemisphere, and he is still wearing an unseasonable windbreaker.

The blond-haired Van der Vaart followed the Jian Hei Tibetan step by step, like a small entourage following a big man in a modern novel, and he looked thin and shy, but he did have the misery of a precarious small character.

It's horrible, it's horrible.

Thinking of the horrific scene just now, Van der Vaart's body was covered in cold sweat, and he easily killed the entire car without any effort. He never thought that killing people is such a simple matter, and in the understatement of this East Asia, it can It can be seen that this is already the number of times he has killed people.

Maybe killing people is just a long and boring thing for this East Asian.

And under the control of a bunch of bugs, the van accelerated and rushed into the desolate lake.

That lake is only visited by the occasional fisherman, and there's not much to be found there.

Mysterious Jack.

Jack.

The extremely earthy name, of course Van der Vaart did not believe that an East Asian's native name would be Jack, but Jack asked himself to call him this way, what can he do except nod in response.

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

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

"Haven't arrived at your house yet?" Jian Hei Tibetan stepped forward cheerfully. He was wearing a black windbreaker, coupled with a clean and uncluttered killing, he was as chic as he wanted.

"It's here, it's right in front of us." Vander Vaart nodded as if pecking at rice, his shoulders trembling up and down.

It is said to be a home, but it is actually a broken car selling ice cream, a house built of masonry shantytowns, and containers. The broken car has disappeared even the wheels, and it is scarred and rusted by the wind and sun.

"Not bad, very cinematic."

"Movie feeling..." Van der Vaart laughed at himself, but he still didn't express his complaints.

The sense of film in your eyes is the daily life that I experience every day. If anyone is envious of this film, let him replace his role.

"Excuse me." Jian Hei Tibetan patted his clothes, confirming that he looks like a good person now.

"I forgot to ask, what should I call your parents if I see your parents now?"

"They left long ago."

"Oh, life and death. I saw this kind of thing a lot when I was a doctor. You just get used to it in the future."

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South Africa is renamed "Rainbow Nation" in the book.

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