Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

The world in front of San Zan's eyes had turned blood-red, and he watched silently as Muck shot and killed the fat policeman and the others.

This is the third act scene. Different from the previous two scenes, this time the third burial is just a bystander, and his body is completely controlled by Muck. It is up to Muck to decide what choice he makes and what ending he will face. This is already something that was destined to happen, and no matter how much it is replayed, it will not change the result.

I saw him cleanly shot a few colleagues, put the pistol in his arms, and went to the house where Tuduoji lived. As a decent person, Tuduoji naturally couldn't live in the factory. In fact, the factory was only for him. part of the industry.

Cheerful wet poison music was playing in the car, the music had a strong sense of rhythm, coupled with Yeliye's cheerful shouts from time to time, San Zan wanted to dance to the wet poison music.

This non-police vehicle is parked next to Tuduoji’s house, quietly waiting for the owner to return. He has been preparing for the murder of Muck for a long time, and Tuduoji’s living habits are not difficult to track.

Although it was damp and poisonous more than ten years ago, the house where Tuduo lived was not at all aesthetically backward, it was magnificent and magnificent, and the house must have been built by many workers.

Most of the surrounding buildings are low-rise civilian buildings. There are not a large number of rich people in a small place to form a rich area, so Tuduoji can only live here.

All the living beings mostly fell asleep in the middle of the night, and the inanimate ones would also not wake up. Only then did Tuduoji's car come from a distance from the intersection.

"laugh."

A luxury car stopped at the door of the building, and a middle-aged man in a black suit stepped out from the back of the car.

His gestures and gestures carried an air of nobility that was incompatible with dampness and poison. His thin figure and the glasses he wore also added a bit of elegance to this nobility. From the surface, it was obvious that he was a professor working in a university.

"Tu Ruo Ji." When San Zan said this name, he couldn't help but have deep hatred. The Buddha also had Vajra's glaring eyes, not to mention that he was just a mortal, and the killing intent never dissipated in him.

And Muck's reaction was undoubtedly greater, he slowly started the car and drove forward.

The distance between the two is getting closer and closer, and a personal secretary and a person who looks like a bodyguard get out of the luxury car. Considering Tu Ruozhi's property and status, the configuration of bodyguard and secretary is not too much, even in some wet and poisonous people. Positions such as bodyguards in ancient families have been held by the same blood for generations.

Rolling down the car window, Muck's face was cold, and the black muzzle of the gun stretched out.

All movements were silent and relaxed. Tuduoji's eyes under the lens suddenly widened. He watched in astonishment as the gun was aimed at himself. equality.

"Boom!"

The trigger was pulled, and there was no time to spare, but the bodyguard next to him reacted more sensitively and threw Tu Ruo Ji down.

Loud gunshots, screaming from the secretary, Mook was as calm as a killer in a movie, but the killer's technique was too unskilled, and all the bullets hit the bodyguard.

"Master Tuduo!"

Tuduoji, who reacted, even took out a gun from his arms. Shitou is not a country with free guns, but it is only a country of coercion. Yes, it is not a problem for Tuduoji, and it seems that he has long expected that he will one day There will be places where pistols are useful, and the bodyguards who have been shot a few times also gritted their teeth and drew their guns to shoot.

"Oh shit!"

The well-bred Muck patted the steering wheel angrily, and the jingling bullets hit the car body. After he cursed angrily, he had to drive away quickly.

Sanbu sighed, he could probably think of what happened after Muck, and why this man who was born rich would do such crazy things as summoning evil gods afterwards.

Muck found that he couldn't escape the spider's web, so he overturned the chessboard with violence.

This is a risky and crazy step. As an islander, Sanbuy somehow understands Mu Ke's thoughts. After all, in the oppressive environment of the island country, there are people who commit suicide silently, and there are also people like the 226 Mutiny. Everyone has a violent side hidden in his heart, not to mention that in Mu Ke's view, he is not doing evil, but doing good, at most, the method is a little violent.

"boom!"

Just when San Zan was thinking about right and wrong, a roar suddenly came from his ears. It was not a change in the illusion, but from the real world. The situation in the real world must have changed.

What's going on outside? The monk's heart tightened. The outside situation is on the verge of a real volcanic eruption. As long as the Xiao organization people don't exaggerate, the evil god is still far from showing its true power.

"You want to go out?" Suddenly, Muke's face appeared in front of the third funeral. It was not Muke who was full of heroism when he was young, but Muke, the sacrifice whose face was grim due to pain and whose eyes were bloodshot.

His body was under tremendous force, and the overloaded balloon was about to explode completely.

"Yes, can you let me out?" San Zan looked directly at the former police chief. Who is more terrifying, his appearance or his current self after being burned by the fire? This is a question worth pondering.

But in the eyes of the outside world, both of them are equally hateful monsters.

"No, I've already paid such a price, how could I let you go out." Muke's eyelids were frighteningly red, a gentle and refined man with a gambler's heart stronger than anyone else, obsessive and self-disciplined Coupled with the collapse of beliefs, "Do you understand, this country is finished, if you don't try to change, some people will continue to encounter misfortune, and the same is true if the change is slow."

"The times are like this, your approach is too radical."

"Era?" Muke smiled with difficulty, "This is the word I hate to hear the most. Maybe the mountain of misfortune that everyone encounters is just a speck of dust for the age, but you and I are not the age. You and I are also ordinary individuals, and this dust that falls on others today will fall on us tomorrow."

"You are the same person as me, Guru...no, in Buddhist terms, should we call you an eminent monk?"

"Amitabha, I can't afford it."

"Look at how similar we are now. We are all monsters in the eyes of others, but we are more similar in our hearts." Muke is now like a teenager confessing, but there is neither love nor love in it. Lack of touching words, "As long as you join me, no, as long as we join hands, it will be easy to change the whole country, eminent monk, you have no idea of ​​the power represented by a god like Buddha, if I met you sooner, I would Can't believe this..."

"Ah!" Mu Kewude wailed in pain, "This world must be changed!"

San Zang felt the temperature around him rise sharply, which was definitely not a good change, but he couldn't find a way to leave here in the face of the unprecedented attack from the illusion.

"Crack." A sound of cracking objects sounded from the bosom.