I'm a Hokage in Tokyo

"I will definitely catch you! No matter where you hide, no matter how much you resist, no matter how you try to trick me, my fists will smash your heads into pieces like watermelons!!!"

"Negotiations failed."

The commander on the scene was stunned for a while before waving his hand.

The three artificial experimental subjects of the Corpse Bone Vein at the scene either extended mantis-like bone blades from their arms, or pulled out their steel-like arm bones and turned them into sharp bone spears.

Together with Angelica before, they acted fiercely and coordinated well to attack Jeanne.

The special forces on the periphery also gathered together, raised their guns, launched precise shots, and provided fire support from a safe medium to long distance.

At the same time, at a military base in Africa, a group of people were closely watching the battle situation outside the city of Denar.

These people are either the main scientists of the superhero project or high-ranking officials and generals of relevant US departments. How could they rush to the front line and shout for fighting like soldiers and experimental subjects? Of course, they have to strategize and coordinate the overall situation in the safe rear area.

Now more than one low-Earth satellite has been deployed, as well as lookouts and drones arranged around, enough to allow them to understand the situation at the scene.

"The purpose of the Maid of Orleans plan is to capture Jeanne and let the people below open fire. Aren't you afraid of any accidents?"

Grace hesitated for a moment before asking.

"Our Saint Jeanne has an extraordinary vitality. Judging from previous records, I doubt she would be able to survive like a slug even if she was cut in half, let alone being hit by a bullet." The project manager shrugged and said half-jokingly.

Grace nodded and turned to stare at the battle on the screen.

The special forces did not care about the corpse-veined experimental subjects who were engaged in close combat with Jeanne. Bullets rained down on their bone armor, sparks flew continuously, but they could not break through the defense.

However, Jeanna was somewhat restrained when facing the bullets, and sometimes had to dodge and give up the opportunity to attack.

"This is the coordinated combat between superhumans and special forces!" said the project manager proudly.

A large amount of actual combat and test data shows that even without heavy weapons, ordinary firearms and ammunition can still have powerful lethality against extraordinary people.

The extraordinary people certainly possess all kinds of strange spells, and if they are given the opportunity to strike first, even an organized army may be defeated.

But even the Twelve Generals are mortal beings, and they could be killed if hit by a bullet head-on.

Perhaps some extraordinary beings who have reached the quasi-shadow or shadow level or above can withstand the bullets with their physical bodies, but ordinary extraordinary beings also have to use spells to defend or dodge against bullets.

Although times have changed, steel is still as strong, gunpowder is still as explosive, and thermal weapons are still as deadly.

In terms of physical destructive power alone, modern technology is not inferior to that of a shadow-level powerhouse, and may even surpass it.

The Twelve Generals of Japan's Supernatural Police Department also have a similar training program for cooperating with modern forces.

Judging from the live broadcast on the screen now, the coordinated operations of four experimental subjects and carefully selected special forces have suppressed Saint Jeanne.

"What a pity. This time we used three times the dose of the original medicine. After this battle, even Angelica will be scrapped." The project manager looked at the screen with a regretful look on his face.

"Why, are you reluctant to give it up?"

"After all, I have been nurturing it for three years, and it is my greatest masterpiece, so I have some feelings for it."

Although he said this, there was cruelty and coldness in the depths of the project manager's eyes.

"This is a necessary sacrifice for science! And once we capture Jeanna, we can mass-produce more and stronger artificial extraordinary beings. Angelica's mission as a test piece will still be accomplished."

Grace almost vomited when she heard this.

As a member of the relevant US agencies, she certainly knew how cruel the artificial supernatural experimental projects were, and how the smell of blood lingered.

Next, this group of crazy scientists will create more killing weapons...

Although it is not in the interests of the United States, Grace now secretly hopes that this action plan will fail.

"What's this!?"

"The sky is dark?"

Everyone in the command center widened their eyes and exclaimed in surprise.

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"It's a little tricky."

Jeanne hid behind a large rock, where bullets flew at her from time to time, chipping off pieces of gravel.

She reached out her hand and touched her lower abdomen, pulling out several bullets.

After the bullet was removed, the wound slowly healed.

After the medical ninjutsu reached level 4, Jeanna was endowed with a powerful self-healing ability. For ordinary people, fatal injuries were not even superficial injuries to her.

But this does not mean that Jeanna can take bullets on her face endlessly. Not only will she have to endure the pain and make her reaction slow, but she will also have to consume chakra to heal the wound.

"I am neither the strongest nor the weakest among the five Kage."

Jeanne frowned and murmured:

"But my attack methods lack variety. I attack directly and defeat the enemy with force."

If Shiranui Hagoromo, Liliana and others were here, through those weird techniques, it would be just a matter of seconds to control the special forces to kill each other.

Although she was a little exhausted by the entanglement, Miss Na was confident that it would not be difficult to escape the encirclement, but those four poor experimental subjects...

"But, this is not my style."

Then this is the only trick we have left.

"Lord, entrust me with this body..."

Saint Jeanne placed her hands on her chest and prayed devoutly.

"Hoohoo!"

At this moment, yellow sand that covered the sky was rushing in, dyeing the sky into an endless gray-yellow turbid color.

Sandstorm!

Chapter 386 Chapter 387 The miracle of resurrection from the dead!

There is a rocky desert valley downstream of the Derna urban oasis. Although it is not a barren land like the Libyan Desert, it is a Gobi desert mixed with gravel and quicksand at a glance.

The sky was clear and cloudless, and the air seemed a little distorted under the scorching sun.

"Ms. Shion, are you Japanese?"

A reporter from Le Monde is courting a masked girl.

In the wild where the ultraviolet rays are so scorching, several people are wearing long-sleeved robes with Middle Eastern characteristics to protect themselves from the sun and sand, covering their hands, feet, heads and faces tightly, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

But even so, the reporter from the romantic country can still confirm that she must be a beauty from her slim figure and bright eyes.

Especially the mysterious oriental style, which made the heart of the passionate and romantic Frank reporter suddenly stir.

The reporter tried his best, but the mysterious girl named Shion ignored him. It took him a long time to get a name out of her.

"Miss Shion is also here to see this pyramid that was washed out by the flood. This means that Miss Shion must be very interested in Egyptian history."

The reporter was so shameless that he insisted on trying to please someone who was being ignored.

"I took an elective course in Ancient Egyptology at the University of Lyon. If you have any questions, Miss Shiyuan, feel free to ask me!"

Ring ring ring.

Ziyuan turned slightly sideways, and on her chest was a delicate small pink bell that made a crisp sound.

"I am quite interested in the afterlife of the ancient Egyptians and the gods of the underworld."

Like all ancient civilizations, ancient Egyptian civilization also viewed death as life. The representative pyramids and mummies were the products of the pharaohs' prayers for eternal life and resurrection in the afterlife.

Although Miss Shion's interests were a bit weird, they just hit the spot for the reporter.

"When talking about the ruler of the underworld in ancient Egypt, we cannot fail to mention Osiris. Well, his status in ancient Egypt is equivalent to that of Taishan Fujun in Japan."

From the reporter's mouth, the name of the god Taishan Fujun came out clearly.

After the advent of the extraordinary era, the Lord of Mount Tai immediately broke out of his circle and became one of the most famous gods in the world.

Osiris plays an important role in ancient Egyptian mythology. He was killed and dismembered by his brother Set, the god of desert and storm. He was then made into the first mummy by Anubis and resurrected to become the ruler of the underworld.

"Oh." Ziyuan responded indifferently.

Yes, this famous mythological story of a man killing his brother and taking over his sister-in-law is well-known all over the world. How can you show off your knowledge like this?

The reporter racked his brains to think of how to make the beauty smile, but he saw a black photographer who was also wearing a burqa running back and shaking his head at him.

"No, the negotiations failed. The locals won't allow us to take further photos."

"What, you didn't show them our Frank's passport?"

In front of Shion, the reporter felt embarrassed and immediately asked:

“Or we can contact the local government and tell them we are reporters from Le Monde and ask them to be flexible.”

"The government agencies in the Derna region are so busy with the disaster that they don't have time to take care of things in the countryside."

The black photographer smiled bitterly, then turned his head to look, and then whispered in my ear:

"And this group of villagers has already started to rob the pyramid."

Robbery! ?

The reporter was about to scream, but the black photographer had the foresight to cover his mouth, shook his head, and signaled not to attract attention.

In Egypt, where historical relics are relatively abundant, tomb robbing has been rampant despite repeated bans.

The pyramids left behind by successive pharaohs have all been dug up by tomb robbers, leaving even the dead with no peace of mind.

The mummies of pharaohs of noble status and nobles were sold as cultural relics, and the mummies of ordinary people were ground into powder and were also widely sought after as medicine in Europe.

After the advent of the extraordinary era, the cultural relics of other ancient civilizations also became more valuable, and more and more tomb robbers and cultural relic dealers took the risk.

In particular, the prices of ancient artifacts before the Heian period in Japan have skyrocketed, with the price changing every day, and there is no demand for them on the black market.

In the final analysis, the most extraordinary phenomena occur in Japan, and the number in other countries and regions around the world combined is only a fraction of that in Japan, so it is the most hyped.

"Under the current circumstances, it is not suitable to investigate further, otherwise it may be dangerous."

The black photographer let go of his hand and advised with a mature and patriotic attitude:

"Let's go back to Derna City first and make plans later."

Although the reporter from Le Monde was a rookie, he was not a fool who would go to a dangerous place even though he knew there was a tiger there. After realizing that the situation was hopeless, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, and he said nothing more.

"Although the situation in Libya is relatively stable after the union of Libya and Egypt, it is in chaos after the hurricane and flood. It is not safe for Miss Shion to walk alone in the wilderness."

Putting aside the idea of ​​making a big news, the reporter turned around and began to show his courtesy to Shion, wanting to act as a flower protector:

"Why don't you join us and return to the city of Derna?"

"Oh, I still have things to do."

An intriguing look appeared in the beautiful big eyes above Shion's veil, and she said without comment.

Just when the reporter's eyes were fixed on him, the black photographer suddenly screamed:

"Wind...sandstorm! It's a sandstorm!"

The young reporter immediately turned his head and saw a blanket of yellow sand appearing in the sky. The whistling sound of the wind was like the howling of ghosts and gods, rushing towards them with overwhelming momentum.

One instinctively feels a bad omen that a disaster is about to happen, and being involved in it is likely to be disastrous.

The reporter and the black photographer immediately turned around and crawled towards the back.

But how could human power match the power of nature? They had only escaped a few hundred meters when they were blown into the sky by a sandstorm.

After spinning and swerving for who knows how many times in the air, the reporter and the black cameraman fell heavily on a sand dune.

Because there was a sand dune at the bottom, the two men were knocked unconscious, but they still stood up staggeringly.

The first thing the black photographer did when he woke up was to check his camera, which was like his lifeblood.

Fortunately nothing happened.

"Shion, Miss Shion!"

The young reporter called out Miss Shion's name loudly, but received no response. He looked around anxiously.

Dozens of unfortunate fellows, as dusty and dirty as him, were lying or standing on the surrounding sand dunes.

There was no sign of Miss Shiyuan.

The bearded men in ragged clothes should be villagers from nearby.

There were also people with blood on their bodies, wearing peacekeeping uniforms...