I became Hokage in Tokyo

Chapters 384 and 385: Iron Fist Saintess

Five days have passed since the storm and floods brought by the Mediterranean hurricane passed through Delna, but the weather has begun to dry out and become unbearably hot, especially away from the city's oasis.

This is the normal summer weather in North Africa, which is in a Mediterranean climate zone. The previous extreme weather events were nothing short of once in a thousand years.

About 20 or 30 miles downstream from the city of Derna, on a road on the boundary between the desert and the wasteland, five armored vehicles flying the Frankish tricolor flag slowly drove by.

"Colonel, there's really no need for you to take me there; I can walk there myself."

Inside the third armored vehicle in the center, a blonde woman wearing a worn-out camouflage uniform spoke gently.

She looked to be around twenty-five years old. Although she had a European or American appearance, her features had a delicate, oriental quality. Her long, golden hair, like wheat ears, was tied into a ponytail that reached her hips, and she carried a small medical kit around her waist.

Although her face is not as striking as that of a movie star, the gentleness and purity she exudes from within makes one feel as if they are seeing the Virgin Mary.

"Miss Jeanne, you've already done so much work, from providing relief to the wounded in Delna to comforting the affected citizens downstream. This little thing is nothing."

Colonel Bastian, with skin as dark as charcoal, had such massive muscles that even his uniform couldn't hide them, that he looked like a chimpanzee in a hat, yet he spoke like a gentleman, with impeccable manners.

He was a third-generation foreign soldier who immigrated to Frankishness after the war. Apart from his skin color, his inner self and soul were completely Frankish.

The Frankish and British were two major colonial empires, but their colonial models were quite different.

The Franks treated their African colonies as their own, using French as the official language and employing Frankish officials. While this approach was more costly, it also resulted in more solidified control.

During World War II, when the Frankish nation faced a life-or-death crisis, it was not white people who fought for Frankish freedom and honor, but black people!

Among the Free French forces that counterattacked back to Frankish territory, there were more Black people than White people, and among the White people, there were more North Africans than Franks.

Since black people had fought and bled for the liberation of the Franks, it wouldn't be so easy to drive them back to Africa afterwards.

"His Excellency President Macron has announced that the second batch of aid supplies and rescue teams has departed and will soon arrive in Derna."

"Thank you so much."

"Je suis Franccedil, the Frankish government will always support Miss Jeanne!" Colonel Bastian grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth.

Franks' decision to send peacekeeping troops to maintain social order in the disaster-stricken city of Derna and to provide substantial support to Derna was driven not only by considerations of colonial interests in their own backyard, but also, and perhaps more importantly, by a desire to curry favor with Jeanne.

Although the era of extraordinary beings has been around for three years, the number of new-generation extraordinary beings on the surface is only about twenty.

Moreover, the vast majority are still yellow-skinned monkeys from that island nation. Even if you include the mixed-race black people who play with insects, the noble Westerners can be counted on one hand.

The Japanese government controls the Twelve Divine Generals, while the United States controls the Japanese government.

My vassals are still my vassals. The United States, which indirectly controls the Japanese Supernatural Police Department, still has the confidence to look down on the world in the supernatural era.

But it's somewhat embarrassing that Franklin D. Frankfurter, who prides himself on being a chess player in international politics and one of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council, doesn't have any exceptional figures under his command.

Fortunately, Jeanne's existence gave the Frankish government one last fig leaf.

In recent years, the Frankish government has been like a lapdog, following Jeanne around in every way, trying to please her, protecting her charitable work, and providing all the support it can.

Fortunately, perseverance pays off. With the Frankish government's diligent efforts, Miss Jeanne's attitude gradually softened.

In this way, it's only a matter of time before Miss Na's heart is won over.

Colonel Bastian was very excited about it.

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"Miss Jeanne, I have a favor to ask. My daughter is a fan of yours; could you please sign an autograph for her?"

Colonel Bastian scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly and pleaded.

Before the transition from the world to the heavens, extraordinary beings frequently appeared, and gods and Buddhas manifested in the world. However, without exception, they were all beings of the Eastern pantheon. The extraordinary inheritances obtained by the new generation of extraordinary beings were also basically the power of Eastern immortals and gods.

This has had a significant impact on the beliefs of the Western world.

Western countries and the Vatican are considering whether to pull off some kind of "miracle" to stabilize public sentiment, and Jeanne has displayed a near-miraculous performance.

Jeanne comes from a devout Catholic family, and according to her, she received divine revelation from "the Lord" and acquired healing magic that brought an end to war in the world.

Jeanne's sudden emergence was like a shot in the arm, bringing joy and encouragement to the Western world.

Her subsequent Nobel Peace Prizes further solidified her global reputation.

In addition, her healing techniques, which can bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded, are sought after by all those in power in the world. Even major powers like the five permanent members of the UN Security Council have to give her face.

"Signature... okay."

Jeanne's eyes flashed with a hint of embarrassment, but she still took the autograph board handed to her by Colonel Bastien and wrote and drew on it.

"Thank you very much, Miss Jeanne!"

Colonel Bastian accepted the autograph board as if it were a treasure, but when he looked down at it, he was stunned for a moment.

Miss Jeanne is undeniably beautiful and refined, with an elegant and pure demeanor, but her handwriting...

Well, I can only say it's very unique.

"My handwriting is not good."

Jeanne's gaze darted around a few times, her face slightly flushed.

"Not at all, Miss Jeanne's handwriting is just as meticulous as my daughter's."

Colonel Bastian's daughter is only in elementary school.

It's quite remarkable that he racked his brains to tell such a truth.

"boom!!!"

Just then, the armored vehicle at the front of the convoy was suddenly blown into a huge fireball, shattered into pieces, with armor fragments scattered everywhere.

"what!"

"What?"

The armored vehicle behind immediately changed direction, rushed to the side, and braked to a sudden stop.

The entire convoy came to a stop.

Then came the sound of bullets hitting the armor.

"What happened?!"

Colonel Bastian's expression changed drastically, and he immediately roared in anger.

"Attacked on the left side!!"

"Damn it!!"

Colonel Bastian's eyes widened in disbelief.

After Libya joined forces with Egypt, the war has subsided, and there are no rebels or terrorists in the Derna area. So why would anyone be so blind as to try and provoke the Frankish peacekeeping force in Africa?

Colonel Bastian glanced at Jeanne, as if waking from a dream.

Nine times out of ten, they are mercenaries hired by wealthy tycoons, or extremists, who are after Saint Jeanne.

"Ding-dong!"

Another burst of bullets came fiercely, leaving several bullet holes in the armored vehicle where the men were.

"Miss Jeanne, lie down!"

A furious and shocked Colonel Bastian shouted at the other peacekeepers in the armored vehicle:

"You two, protect Miss Jeanne!"

After saying that, he kicked open the passenger door, grabbed his submachine gun, and rushed out to meet the invading enemy.

Colonel Bastian lay prone on the hood of the armored vehicle and started firing his submachine gun wildly, but the enemy's firepower was even more ferocious, and he could only duck his head behind the armored vehicle for the time being.

Colonel Bastian then organized the soldiers in the other armored vehicles to launch a counterattack, but they were also suppressed and unable to lift themselves, with the cries of their comrades being shot coming from time to time.

"This is no ordinary terrorist! Who is this person? Wagner?"

Although the firefight was brief, Colonel Bastian was already certain that the attackers were well-prepared, well-equipped, and highly trained.

Not to mention the local African troops who can't even handle a gun properly, even the regular armies of NATO countries pale in comparison.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Another volley of bullets rained down, and this time, Colonel Bastian was unfortunately hit.

"Damn it! Call in backup! Get fighter jets to send them to the skies!!"

Colonel Bastian grumbled, clutching the wound on his shoulder.

However, he also knew that the situation was extremely critical, and he feared that they would be completely wiped out before reinforcements arrived.

"Miss Jeanne, what are you doing out here? It's very dangerous!"

Jeanne struggled to climb out of the armored vehicle, and Colonel Bastian, his eyes red with anger, roared.

Saint Jeanne was a treasure of the Franks, but due to a slight mishap, Bastian became the eternal sinner of the Frankish nation!

Even if it means dying in battle, I will protect Saint Jeanne.

"Don't worry, Colonel. I'm not a weak woman who can't even kill a chicken."

Jeanne knelt down in front of Colonel Bastian, reached out, and gently stroked his shoulder.

With the gentle movements of the braided saintess, warmth gradually filled Colonel Bastian's chest.

Colonel Bastian's bleeding wound had apparently healed completely.

Is this the miracle of the saintess?

It is indeed extraordinary.

"but……"

Colonel Bastian wanted to persuade her further, but before he could speak, Jeanne had already swiftly appeared behind the first destroyed armored vehicle.

The armored vehicle's parts and fragments were scattered all over the ground, and the main wreckage was burning fiercely into a huge fireball.

"call."

Jeanne exhaled softly, clenched her right fist, tapped it against her left palm, and then slammed her fist hard into the wreckage of the armored vehicle!

The wreckage of an armored vehicle, weighing tons, was sent flying by her punch, like a baseball.

They rushed towards the direction of the attacking force on the left, as fast as lightning.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted.

The intense gunfire subsided for a moment.

Taking advantage of this gap, the saintess with braided hair braved the hail of bullets and charged out without fear.

The movement was as fast as lightning; the average person's eye could barely catch a fleeting afterimage.

Halfway through, Jeanne pushed off with her foot, and she soared into the air like a cannonball.

Just before landing in the attackers' position, Jeanne raised one foot high above her head and then stomped it heavily on the ground.

"Boom!"

The earth groaned, and the desert within a radius of several meters collapsed, sending rocks flying everywhere.

"Aaaaaah!!"

"NO!"

A series of screams and groans rose and fell. Needless to say, those unlucky enough to be directly attacked by the Painful Heavenly Kick were killed instantly, even those on the periphery, who were hit by the shattered sand and fell to the ground, their fate unknown.

Jeanne quickly dispatched most of the attackers, and the others, seeing the situation was dire, began an orderly retreat.

"What is their background?"

Jeanne raised her right hand, her muscles tensed slightly, and she forced a bloodied bullet out of her elbow.

Robbers, terrorists, mercenaries, local armed forces, warlords, state intelligence agencies...

Being attacked and kidnapped by people of unknown origin was commonplace for Jeanne, but she still sensed something unusual during this attack.

Just then, a whooshing sound came from behind, Jeanne's expression changed slightly, and her figure blurred as she flashed to the side.

"That attack just now wasn't meant to kill me, but to incapacitate me."

Jeanne glanced down and saw that the camouflage uniform on her right thigh had been cut open, revealing a line of blood, but the wound healed completely in the blink of an eye.

If Jeanne hadn't dodged in time, her leg would have been severed.

Jeanne looked up at the attacker, her gaze hardening.

Standing opposite was a short man wearing a tactical helmet and a futuristic black combat suit.

Most strikingly, a four- or five-meter-long white bone, resembling a snake's tail whip or a chain, was pulled from his palm.

"A superhuman? A superhuman who manipulates bones? There's no such person among the Twelve Divine Generals..."

Jeanne pursed her lips, somewhat incredulous.

Although she was used to being ambushed and kidnapped by various forces, this was the first time she had been attacked by a superhuman.

Could it be a newly promoted extraordinary being?

Moreover, judging from the scale of the attack and the equipment worn by the superhumans, the mastermind behind it is clearly no ordinary person.

After thinking it over, there are only a few options left.

"Splash!"

The diminutive superhuman flicked his right hand, and the white bone chain danced like a serpent, piercing towards Jeanne's left shoulder blade with lightning speed.

This isn't a killer move either.

Jeanne's eyes flashed.

In the blink of an eye, she grabbed the bone chains that were piercing through her and pulled them away.

An overwhelming and unstoppable force was unleashed!

Like a tug-of-war, they forcefully pulled the small, extraordinary man over.

Then, Jeanne punched him in the chest with her other fist.

"Puff puff puff".

Spiked ribs, like switchblades, sprang out from the small but extraordinary man's chest.

The girl with braided hair ignored everything and was determined to go all out!

"Bang!"

The fist pounded relentlessly into the small man's chest, breaking bone spurs and sending him flying more than ten meters away.

The Iron Fist Saintess glanced indifferently at the fist that was healing, then looked at the small, extraordinary man who was struggling to get up.

Although Jeanne didn't use her full strength because she wanted to leave the elephant alive, that punch was enough to knock the Asian elephant unconscious.

The opponent's strength is also considerable.

(End of this chapter)