I'm a Hokage in Tokyo

The reporter's eyes flickered.

Under the arrangement of the peacekeeping force, most of the reporters at the scene followed the footsteps of the Chinese ambassador to Egypt and moved to another venue, while many dispersed directly.

The reporter from Le Monde was about to follow when the black photographer grabbed his wrist.

"Instead of listening to the same old clichés, you might as well go and see the pyramid that was washed out by the flood. Maybe you can write a good press release," said the black photographer.

"But how could there be pyramids in Libya?" the young reporter asked reluctantly.

"It's hard to say."

The black photographer smiled mysteriously.

Libya has had very close exchanges with Egypt in history.

Since the Early Kingdom period of ancient Egypt, pharaohs of successive dynasties have conquered and ruled Libya.

There were also Libyans who counterattacked Egypt and became pharaohs, establishing the 22nd and 23rd dynasties.

The appearance of pyramids in Derna is not entirely a fantasy.

If it can be confirmed to be true, it will be big news.

"Okay." The reporter hesitated for a moment and finally agreed.

Since there is no chance to interview Jeanne, it might be a good idea to try my luck. Maybe I can dig out some big news.

From the beginning to the end, not many people really cared about the natural disaster in Derna and the lives of the people...

Chapter 384 Chapter 385 Iron Fist Saint

It has been five days since the storms and floods brought by the Mediterranean hurricane passed through the city of Derna, but the weather has begun to become dry and hot, especially away from the urban oasis.

This is the normal summer condition in North Africa, a Mediterranean climate zone. The previous extreme climate was so extreme that it was no exaggeration to say that it only occurs once in a thousand years.

Twenty or thirty miles downstream from the city of Derna, on a road that marks the boundary between the desert and the wasteland, five armored military vehicles flying the Frankish tricolor flag were slowly driving towards them.

"Colonel, you don't have to take me there. I can walk there myself."

In the third armored vehicle in the middle, a blonde woman wearing a half-worn field camouflage uniform spoke gently.

She looked to be around 25 years old. Although she had European and American features, her features had an oriental elegance. Her long golden hair like wheat ears was tied into a ponytail that reached her hips, and she had a medium-sized medical bag slung around her waist.

Although her face is not as bright as those of celebrity actors, the gentleness and holiness that radiates from her inside out makes people feel as if they have seen the Virgin Mary.

"Ms. Jeanna, after helping the wounded in Derna, you still have to comfort the disaster-stricken citizens downstream. It's really hard work. This little thing is nothing."

Colonel Bastien had skin as dark as coal, and his military uniform could not even cover up his muscular body, making him look like a chimpanzee in human clothing. However, his speech was that of a gentleman, graceful and elegant.

He is the third generation of foreign soldiers who immigrated to Frankish territory after the war. Apart from his skin color, his inner self and soul are completely Frankish.

Although the Franks and the British were two major colonial empires, their colonial models were not exactly the same.

The Franks managed their African colonies as their own lands, using French as the administrative language and Frankish administrative staff. Although the cost of colonization was higher, the control was relatively more entrenched.

During World War II, when the Frankish nation was facing a life-and-death situation, it was not white people but black people who fought for the freedom and honor of the Franks!

Among the Free French troops who counterattacked back into Frankia, there were more blacks than whites, and among the whites, there were more North Africans than Franks.

Since the blacks have fought and shed blood for the liberation of the Franks, it would not be so easy to drive them back to Africa afterwards.

"President Macron has announced that the second batch of aid and rescue teams have set out and will arrive in Derna soon."

"Thank you so much."

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

This time, Frank sent a peacekeeping force to maintain social order in the post-disaster city of Derna and spared no expense to support Derna. In addition to considering the colonial interests of his own backyard, it was more to please Miss Jeanne.

Although the supernatural era has arrived for three years, the number of new-generation supernatural people in the public eye is only about twenty.

And the vast majority are the yellow-skinned monkeys from that island country. Even if you count the black-skinned mixed-race monkeys who play with insects, the noble Westerners can be counted on one hand.

The Japanese government controls the Twelve Generals, and the United States controls the Japanese government.

My vassal is still my vassal. 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 is a bit embarrassing that Frank, who claims to be a chess player in international politics and one of the five major gangsters, does not have any extraordinary people under his command.

Fortunately, Jeanne's existence provided the Frankish government with a last fig leaf.

In recent years, the Frankish government has been like a dog, following behind Jeanne, trying to please her in every way, protecting Jeanne's charitable activities, and providing all the support it can.

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

In this way, it is only a matter of time before Miss Na returns to her heart.

Colonel Bastien was looking forward to it.

"Ms. Jeanne, I have a request. My daughter is a fan of yours. Could you please give her an autograph?"

Colonel Bastien grabbed his hair a little embarrassedly and asked.

Before the opening of the Jedi Heaven, extraordinary beings appeared frequently and gods and Buddhas appeared in the world, but without exception they were all beings from the Eastern pantheon. The extraordinary inheritance obtained by the new generation of extraordinary beings was basically the power of Eastern immortals and gods.

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

Western countries and the Vatican were considering whether to perform some "miracle" to calm people's hearts, but Jeanne performed a miracle that was close to a miracle.

Jeanne comes from a devout Catholic family, and according to her, she received a revelation from the Lord, which gave her the power of healing to stop the war in this world.

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

Her subsequent achievements in winning Nobel Peace Prizes one after another have won her great popularity around the world.

In addition, her healing skills that can almost bring back the dead have won her acclaim by all the people in power in the world. Even a big country like the Five Big Gangsters has to give her face.

"Sign...Okay."

Jeanne's eyes flashed with embarrassment, but she still took the signature board handed to her by Colonel Bastien and wrote something on it.

"Thank you very much, Miss Jeanne!"

Colonel Bastian took the signature board as if it were a treasure, looked down, and was stunned for a moment.

Miss Jeanna is obviously pretty and elegant, but her handwriting...

Well, I can only say that it is very distinctive.

“My handwriting is not good.”

Jeanna's eyes wandered for a few times and her face turned slightly red.

"No way, Miss Jeanna's handwriting is as serious as my daughter's."

Colonel Bastian's daughter has just started elementary school.

It was hard for him to rack his brains and tell such truth.

"boom!!!"

At this moment, an armored vehicle at the front of the convoy was suddenly blown into a huge fireball, shattered into pieces, and 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 also stopped.

Then came the sound of bullets hitting armor.

"What happened?!!"

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

"Attack on the left side!!"

"Damn!!"

Colonel Bastien's eyes widened.

After Libya united with Egypt, the war has subsided and there are no rebels or terrorists in the Derna area. How could there be someone so blind as to stroke the tiger's beard of the Frankish peacekeeping force in Africa?

Colonel Bastien glanced at Jeanne and seemed to have just woken up from a dream.

In all likelihood, they are mercenaries hired by wealthy tycoons, or extremists, coming for Saint Jeanne.

"Ding dong dong!"

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

"Ms. Jeanna, get down!"

Colonel Bastian, filled with shock and anger, shouted to the other peacekeepers on the armored vehicle:

"You two, protect Miss Jeanna!"

After saying that, he kicked open the passenger door, rushed down with a submachine gun in hand, and fought the invading enemy.

Colonel Bastian lay on the hood of the armored vehicle, picked up a submachine gun and started shooting wildly, but the firepower from the opposite side was even more fierce, so he could only hide behind the armored vehicle with his head down.

Colonel Bastian immediately organized the soldiers in other armored vehicles to fight back, but they were also suppressed and could not move. From time to time, they heard the wailing of their comrades who were shot.

"This is not an ordinary terrorist! Who is he? Wagner?"

Although the exchange of fire did not last long, Colonel Bastian could already confirm that this group of attackers were well-prepared, well-equipped and well-trained.

Not to mention these scumbags in Africa who can't even use a gun, even the regular armies of NATO countries pale in comparison.

"Shhhhhh!"

Another wave of bullets came flying at him, and this time, Colonel Bastian was unfortunately hit.

"Damn it! Call for reinforcements! Send fighter jets to send them into the sky!!"

Covering the wound on his shoulder, Colonel Bastien cursed.

But he also knew that the situation was critical and he was afraid that they would be wiped out before the reinforcements arrived.

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

Seeing Jeanne trying to get out of the armored vehicle, Colonel Bastien couldn't help but roar with anxiety.

Saint Jeanne is the treasure of the Franks. If something unexpected happens, Bastien will be the eternal sinner of the Frankish nation!

Even if I die in battle until the last moment, I must protect Saint Jeanne.

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

Jeanne squatted in front of Colonel Bastien, stretched out her hand, and gently brushed his shoulder.

As the pigtailed saint moved gently, warmth gradually filled Colonel Bastian's chest.

Colonel Bastien's wound, which had been bleeding profusely, had apparently healed.

Is this the miracle of the saint?

It really is extraordinary.

"but……"

Colonel Bastien wanted to persuade her further, but when he opened his mouth, he saw Jeanne had already made a sudden move and appeared behind the first destroyed armored vehicle.

Parts and fragments of the armored vehicle were scattered all over the ground, and the main wreckage was burning into a huge fireball.

"call."

Jeanna let out a light breath, clenched her right fist, knocked her left palm, and then punched hard on the wreckage of the armored vehicle!

The wreckage of the armored vehicle weighing tons was thrown away by her punch like a baseball.

He rushed towards the attacking team on the left as fast as sparks.

"boom!"

Suddenly there was a loud bang that shook the earth.

The intense gunfire slowed down.

Taking advantage of this gap, the saint with pigtails rushed out in the hail of bullets without any fear.

The movement was as fast as lightning, and ordinary people's eyes could only barely catch a hint of it.

When she was halfway through the journey, Jeanna kicked her feet and flew into the air like a cannonball.