Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

"Boom!!"

The feather closest to the ground suddenly exploded, first expanding from the center, and then swelling on both sides, all happened within half a second.

Explosions are contagious. The black feathers in midair exploded one after another. The people in the first pickup truck were blown to pieces before they could even scream.

Various tissues and organs of the human body are mixed with pickup truck parts, and the grenade explosives carried by the gangsters in the vehicle also contribute to the power of the explosion.

The people in the bus not far away were dumbfounded. This angel was too violent, and started a war if he didn't agree with each other.

And those gangsters who are usually invincible are so insignificant in front of the angel, and the gang's armed forces are instantly destroyed like autumn leaves.

"Sure enough, it's an angel. The big judgment is about to come, it's about to come."

The old woman slammed onto the glass window, her wrinkled face firmly pressed against the glass, and her eyes were motionless watching the angel's movements.

"The sinner and the rich will be judged and only we will ascend to heaven."

Three pickup trucks were submerged in the explosion, and a blown-off wiper hit the bus shell. Only the last pickup truck, which had just skidded and turned around, stepped on the accelerator and ran wildly.

The light pickup trucks designed for wildness show their own style, especially in Mexico and Africa. Installing a machine gun on the rear of a light pickup truck is a battlefield life harvester.

"She came after her, she came after her!"

Takahashi's pitifully folded wings spread out again, and a pair of black wings gently slapped the ground. The petite she rides the wind, and she has a sense of religious imagery on the road full of death and explosions.

The gangsters in the car no longer cared about their religious beliefs, nor did they care about whether they would go to hell after killing the angels.

I saw the muzzle of the rifle protruding from the car windows on both sides, and the bullets poured out in a gust of wind and rain.

But Poor Takahashi is not an ordinary person who dare not stand up when suppressed by firepower, and is not afraid even in the face of a hail of bullets.

These bullets flew hundreds of meters, and they didn't know where they went.

The black angel flapped its wings and gently chased after the pickup, taking it easy.

It was like strolling in a mall, or like a cruel predator teasing its prey, the pickup could neither escape Takahashi's pursuit nor kill Takahashi.

"Paper escape."

Even Takahashi pitifully pierced the road behind the pickup with a spear with great interest, like a forest falling from the sky all the way forward, resulting in a frightening chase scene.

"left!"

"To the right!"

"Don't stop!"

"You should hurry up and shoot down the angel...Damn it, there is a village in front of you, and there are militiamen!"

Their group of gangsters had just killed an undisciplined plantation in the village up and down, and the militia in the village belatedly picked up weapons and surrounded the home.

The Mexican gang is rampant, and ordinary people naturally cannot sit still. Sometimes several surrounding villages and towns unite to form a militia company.

When encountering villages and towns armed with militias, the bandits dare not head-on. After all, it is human nature to bully the weak and fear the strong, and only a few dare to swing their knives at the stronger ones.

In the face of militia armed forces, bandit gangs naturally have their own methods. They will immediately turn around and contact their informants in the government, and let the government dispatch regular troops to "legally" disarm the "illegal" armed forces to protect the safety of the people.

But at this time, it is too late to use the means of defending the national security in an upright manner. There are angels in the back, and at least there are only humans in the front.

"Get down and rush over!"

The members of the pickup truck hid under the seats one after another, and the pickup truck rushed forward energetically.

"The logo on that pickup is from the Gitans gang!"

"Shoot?"

"...Or don't, to avoid offending them..."

"But they have already killed Sanchez's family, and it may be us after that."

"Are you going to offend the living for the sake of the dead?!"

While the militiamen were still discussing whether to shoot, the pickup truck rushed towards the obstacle without slowing down.

The gang has no intention of talking at all!

"No matter, shoot!"

The firepower of the village and town militia is not weak, at least they have a complete range of light weapons, all of which are of the highest quality.

Getting an MP5 in Mexico is no more difficult than buying an MP4, and even the boss can give you good things that are 'retired' from the military, and they have only been placed in the warehouse for a few months Although the price of retired 'old equipment' is higher than the price purchased from foreign countries through formal channels, it is worth the money.

The light pickup truck was not an armored vehicle, and it was immediately swept out one hole after another by the bullets, but this still couldn't stop the gangsters' urgency to escape.

"Crash! Are they crazy? What is this for?"

The roadblock set up by the militiamen at the entrance of the village was directly knocked open, and the light pickup truck did not fight back against the militiamen's attack, which did not conform to the lawless style of the Mexilica gang at all.

"Oops! They won't want to kill in the village!"

"It's too late to notify, go kill them!"

"Huh~!"

Suddenly there was a huge sound of wind pressure from the sky, and a huge eagle came unhurriedly from afar.

But within ten seconds, seeing the behemoth approaching the village, the militiamen with guns and ammunition on their backs were all dumbfounded, and completely forgot that they should chase the gang pickups.

"Yes, is it a monster?"

"No, it's an angel..."

"No wonder you're driving so crazily, it turns out you're avoiding angels..."

Takahashi glanced pitifully at the small village, ignoring the people holding weapons on the ground.

The flames of the plantation were still not extinguished, and the people surrounding the fire were desperately fighting to prevent the fire. The corpses hanging on the trees had to be put first, which was more important than the dead or the living.

The bruised pickup truck shuttled through the village, and some passers-by who couldn't dodge were directly knocked into the air.

Looking at the scene of fire caused by myself in front of them, the gang members in the car did not respond at all. Escaping was the only thought in their minds, and everything else was put aside. Besides, they had done a lot of murder and arson, and there was no fluctuation in their hearts. .

"Wow~"

Huge wings cover the houses on both sides, black shadows sweep across the village, and workers in suspenders can only see feathers when they look up.

God is coming!

"laugh!"

"boom!"

A spear fell from the sky, and the spiral tip penetrated the pickup truck's compartment in an instant.

"Buzz!!!"

The pickup is like a piece of meat, the spear is the braze that nails the meat to the chopping board, the rubber tires are rubbing against the ground but the pickup is motionless.

"Damn it!"

The driver cursed repeatedly, slapped the steering wheel hard, and rolled out of the car with the weapon next to the seat.

"So hot!"

The pickup truck stopped next to the fire site, and the surrounding villagers who were fighting the fire cast their eyes in confusion or shock. The huge black wings blocked the sunlight, and half of the fire site was shrouded in shadow under the high-altitude projection.

Poor Takahashi looks like a god!