At this point, Charlotte Doyle, a former killer, once again broke the tradition of the High Table, became the leader of the huge organization of the High Table, and even became the king of the underground world.
The name Charlotte Doyle once again appeared on the information networks of major forces.
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the other side.
Africa - Kenya.
Hidan carried his March Sickle all the way across the desert and finally came to a village.
"What the hell kind of place is this? There are deserts everywhere. It's as good as anything in the Country of Wind."
"Damn it, I didn't bring the organization's hat when I came here. It was a miscalculation."
"Speaking of which, I've been working with Kakuzu for so long, and I'm really uncomfortable with him suddenly not being around. Without him to help me sew up my body, things have become troublesome..."
Hidan kept mumbling incessantly, but he walked towards the village in front of him without stopping.
At this time, there were two big black men standing at the door of the village, holding assault rifles in their hands. It was obvious that this was not an ordinary village, otherwise it would not be stationed in the desert.
Stationed here was a group of anti-government armed forces, referred to as terrorists. The two guards looked at Hidan who was dressed in strange clothes and kept approaching. They raised the assault rifles in their hands and shouted loudly: "Who are you? Stop.
, stop approaching."
Then the guard's words reached Hidan's ears and turned into: "@#￥%...&&*"
Seeing that Hidan didn't stop, one of the guards showed a cruel smile and pulled the trigger at Hidan, rewarding him with a bunch of bullets.
Facing the flying bullets, Hidan didn't even have the interest to use low-level weapons. He still walked leisurely. However, when the bullets approached, he completely avoided them with a flash of his body.
One of the guards saw that Hidan had not been hit, and taunted his companions: "Sora, your shooting skills are so ugly, you are simply a master of body contouring."
"Let me show you what marksmanship is."
As he spoke, the guard picked up the assault rifle in his hand, took a shooting stance, aimed at Hidan through the crosshair on the gun, and then pulled the trigger.
"boom!"
The sound of bullets being fired was heard, but it was still in vain and did not hit Hidan at all. No, to be precise, it should have been dodged by Hidan.
However, Hidan still returned to his original position after dodging. Because his speed was too fast, it gave people the illusion that he missed the target and missed the target.
Looking at Hidan who was still walking towards this side, Sora immediately mocked: "Diva, you are not at this level and you still dare to talk about me."
The man known as Diwa rubbed his eyes. He clearly remembered that his aim was accurate and he shouldn't have missed it. Moreover, he was not aiming at the head, but at the larger torso. He shouldn't have.
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In order to verify his conjecture, Diwa continued to shoot, firing bullets one by one. Soon the magazine was completely emptied, but it still did not block the flying section at all.
"No, he is a ghost, a ghost..."
The initial shooting of the two guards did not arouse the thoughts of the people inside. After all, the job of guarding the gate was indeed a bit boring, and they were not a disciplinary force. When the guards saw animals on the desert, they would also shoot them to relieve their boredom.
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However, the continuous gunfire and Diwa's loud call immediately attracted the attention of nearby members, and several strong black men carrying AK47s ran over immediately.
"Diva, what are you yelling about?"
At this time, Diwa's body was trembling a little. The legend of terrifying ghosts has been circulating in the desert of northern Kenya. Whenever a ghost comes, it will definitely bring disaster, and no one will be spared wherever it passes.
"Captain Cali, ghost, there is a ghost..."
Hearing Diwa's shout, Kali picked up the telescope hanging around his neck and looked at Hidan who was walking slowly in the distance, especially the strange clothes and the March sickle on his shoulders, and the pupils in his eyes.
Shrink slightly.
"What are you shouting? It's obviously a person. Can't you see the shadow on the ground?"
"Brothers, shoot him and beat him to a pulp."
As Kali finished speaking, the six men following him immediately raised their AK47s and pulled the triggers at Hidan in the distance.
"Da·Da·DaDa"
As the sound of intensive gunfire came, the bullets fired formed a simple metal bullet net and headed towards Hidan.
Looking at the incoming bullets, Hidan showed no interest in playing around at first. He jumped directly, his body flashed in the air, crossed a distance of more than two hundred meters, and appeared in front of everyone in an instant.
"You bunch of niggas who disrespect the evil god should all die."
Hidan threw the Mitsuki Scythe in his hand towards everyone, and the huge scythe flew and spun in the air.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"
With just one move, the eight militants standing at the door were instantly cut in half. The AK47 in their hands and their bodies were cut into two halves. A large amount of blood was left on the separated bodies, dyeing the sand under their feet red.
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The instant cut in half prevented the militants at the scene from dying on the spot, but instead let out a cry of fear before slowly dying.
"Ah, my intestines, intestines."
"Devil, you are the devil..."
Hidan looked at the red blood on the ground and was obviously stunned for a moment, then murmured: "Are these niggas humans too?"
"Why can't I understand their language? It's just like the whining of animals..."
Looking at the scarlet blood dripping from the Three-Step Scythe, Hidan showed a look of disgust on his face. Instead of eating sweets as usual, he shook the Three-Step Scythe in his hand to shake off the blood.
As the gunshots and screams continued, everyone in the camp immediately understood that an enemy was coming, and those who saw this scene immediately sounded the alarm.
The sound of alarm bells resounded over the desert, and a large number of armed men rushed out of the tents with weapons in hand and gathered towards the door.
Seeing more and more niggas pouring out, a sinister smile appeared on Hidan's face.
"Let me save you..."
"Hahaha···"
After Hidan laughed, he picked up the three-month scythe in his hand and rushed towards the camp. The place he passed was like an uninhabited land. No attack could keep up with Hidan's speed, let alone cause any damage. Instead of being injured, many militants died from stray bullets fired by their own people.
After just a few simple attacks, the terrorists in the camp were in chaos and collapsed completely. Some were kneeling on the ground begging, praying for Hidan to spare his life, and some were mentally broken and yelling. Yelling, even raising a gun to kill the people around him, shouting: "Hahaha, this is a dream, this is a dream..."
Some even dropped their weapons and ran out of the camp.