i am hokage in tokyo

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 the heat is unbearable, especially after leaving the urban oasis.

This is the normal summer in North Africa in the Mediterranean climate zone. It is not an exaggeration to say that the previous extreme climate happened only once in a thousand years.

Twenty or thirty miles downstream of the city of Derna, on a road on the dividing line between desert and desert, five armored military vehicles with the Frankish tricolor flag were driving slowly.

"Mr. Colonel, there is no need to trouble you to send me off. I can just walk there myself."

In the third armored vehicle in the center, a blond woman wearing a semi-old field camouflage uniform spoke gently.

She looks about 25 years old. Although she has a European and American appearance, her eyebrows have some Oriental delicacy. Her long golden wheat-like hair is tied into a ponytail that can reach her hips. She has a medium-sized hair on her waist. medical kit.

Although her face is not as bright as that of a star actor, the gentleness and holiness emanating from the inside make people feel like they have seen the Virgin Mary.

"Miss Jeanne, after relieving the wounded in Derna City, you have to continue to comfort the affected citizens downstream. It is really hard. This little thing is nothing."

Colonel Bastian's skin was as dark as coal, and his military uniform could not cover his strong muscles. He looked like a chimpanzee wearing a monkey's head, but he spoke like a gentleman and had a graceful demeanor.

He is the third generation of foreign soldiers who immigrated to Frankland after the war. Apart from his skin color, his heart and soul are completely Frank.

The Franks and the British were two major colonial empires, but their colonial models were different.

The Franks ran their African colonies as natives, the administrative language was all French, and the administrative staff were Franks.Although colonization costs are higher, control is relatively more entrenched.

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

Among the free French troops who counterattacked back to the Franks, there were more blacks than whites, and more whites were North Africans than Franks.

Since black people carried guns and shed blood for the liberation of Frank, it is not that easy to drive black people back to Africa afterwards.

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

"thank you very much."

"Je suis Franccedil, the Frankish government will always support Mademoiselle Jeanne!" Colonel Bastian grinned, showing bright white teeth.

This time, Frank sent peacekeeping troops to maintain social order in the post-disaster city of Derna, and supported Derna at all costs. In addition to considering the colonial interests in his own back garden, it was more to cater to Miss Jeanne.

Although the Extraordinary Era has arrived for three years, the number of new generation Extraordinaries on the surface is only twenty.

And most of them are yellow-skinned monkeys from that island country. Even counting the black-skinned hybrids who play with insects, the noble Westerners can be counted with one slap.

The Japanese government controls the Twelve Divine 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 dominate the world in the extraordinary era.

But Frank, who claims to be a chess player in international politics and one of the five gangsters, does not have anyone extraordinary under his banner, which is a bit embarrassing.

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

In the past few years, the Frankish government has been like a licking dog, always following Jeanne, trying to please her in every possible way, escorting Jeanne's charity actions, and providing all the support it can.

Fortunately, hard work paid off, and thanks to the diligent efforts of the Frankish government, Miss Jeanne's attitude gradually relaxed.

In this way, it will only be a matter of time before Miss Jeanne returns home.

Colonel Bastian is looking forward to this.

"Miss Jeanne, I have a heartfelt request. My daughter is a fan of yours. Can you please sign her autograph?"

Colonel Bastian begged, grabbing his hair in embarrassment.

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

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

Western countries and the Vatican were wondering whether to work out some 'miracle' to stabilize people's hearts, and Jeanne showed something close to a miracle.

Jeanne's background is a devout Catholic family, and according to her, she received a revelation from the 'Lord' and obtained the magical power of healing to stop weapons in the world.

The birth of Jeanne was like a shot in the arm, making the Western world happy and inspired.

After that, she won the Nobel Peace Prize one after another for her great achievements, and won huge popularity around the world.

In addition, the healing technique that is close to the life and death of human flesh and bones is sought after by all the powerful people in the world. Even a big country like the Five Rogues must give her a face.

"Sign... okay."

A trace of embarrassment flashed in Jeanna's eyes, but she still took the signature pad handed over by Colonel Bastien and wrote and drew on it.

"Thank you very much, Miss Jeanne!"

Colonel Bastian took the signature pad as if he had found a treasure. When he lowered his head and looked at it, he was stunned for a moment.

Miss Jeanne obviously looks upright and delicate, with an elegant and holy temperament, but her handwriting...

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

"My handwriting is not pretty."

Jeanne's eyes wandered a few times, her face slightly red.

"Anyway, Miss Jeanne's handwriting is as serious as my daughter's handwriting."

Colonel Bastian's daughter has just entered elementary school.

It was hard for him to rack his brains and tell such a 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 the armor fragments scattered in all directions.

"what!"

"what?"

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

The entire convoy also stopped.

Then there was the sound of crackling bullets hitting the armor.

"What happened?!!"

Colonel Bastian's expression changed drastically and he immediately roared angrily.

"Attacked on the left!!"

"Damn!!"

Colonel Bastian's eyes widened.

After Libya united with Egypt, the war has subsided, and there are no rebels or terrorists in the area of ​​​​Derna City. How could anyone not have the foresight to stroke the beards of the Frankish peacekeepers in Africa?

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

Nine times out of ten, they are mercenaries hired by rich people, or extremists, who are here for Saint Jeanne.

"Ding dong dong!"

Another round of bullets came fiercely, shooting several bullet holes in the armored vehicle where several people were sitting.

"Miss Jeanne, get down!"

Colonel Bastian, who was frightened and angry, shouted at several other peacekeepers on the armored vehicle:
"You two, protect Miss Jeanne!"

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

Colonel Bastian lay on the hood of the armored vehicle, picked up his submachine gun and started shooting wildly. However, the firepower from the other side was even more fierce, and he could only shrink his head and hide behind the armored vehicle.

Immediately, Colonel Bastian organized soldiers from other armored vehicles to fight back, but they were also suppressed and unable to lift up. From time to time, the whines of his companions who were shot could be heard around him. "This is no ordinary terrorist! Who is he? Wagner?"

Although the exchange of fire lasted only a short time, Colonel Bastian could already determine that this group of well-prepared attackers were well-equipped and well-trained.

Not to mention the bunch of rotten fish and shrimps in Africa who can't even shoot a gun, even the regular armies of NATO countries pale in comparison.

"Shhhhhh!"

Another wave of bullets hit his head and face. This time, Colonel Bastian was unfortunately shot.

"Damn it! Call for reinforcements! Call in the fighter jets and send them to the sky!!"

Covering the wound on his shoulder, Colonel Bastian cursed.

But he also knew that the situation was critical now, and he was afraid that before reinforcements arrived, their entire army would be annihilated.

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

Seeing Jeanne forcefully getting out of the armored vehicle, Colonel Bastian couldn't help but his eyes turned red and he roared.

Saint Jeanne is the treasure of the Franks. If something unexpected happens, Bastien will be the eternal sinner of the Frank nation!
Even if he died in battle until the last moment, he would still protect Saint Jeanne.

"Don't worry, Mr. Colonel. I am not a weak woman with no strength."

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

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

Colonel Bastian's bleeding wound has apparently healed.

Is this the miracle of the saint?
It really is extraordinary.

"but……"

Colonel Bastian wanted to persuade him again, so he opened his mouth, only to see that Jeanne had already swayed, and appeared behind the first bombed armored vehicle.

The parts and fragments of the armored vehicle had fallen to the ground, and the main remains burned into a huge fireball.

"call."

Jeanne let out a breath, made a fist with her right hand, struck it on the palm of her left hand, and then punched the wreckage of the armored vehicle hard!

The wreckage of the armored vehicle, which weighed several tons, was blown away by her punch like a baseball.

He rushed towards the direction of the attacking team on the left as fast as a spark of fire.

"boom!"

Suddenly there was an earth-shaking loud noise.

The fierce gunfire slowed down.

Taking advantage of this gap, the braided saint braved the hail of bullets and rushed out without any fear.

The movement is as fast as lightning, and ordinary people's eyes can barely catch a trace of the afterimage.

Halfway through the journey, Jeanne kicked her foot, and her whole body flew into the air like a cannonball.

Just before falling into the attacker's position, Jeanne raised one foot high above her head, and finally stepped heavily on the ground.

"Boom!"

The earth screamed, and the desert with a radius of more than ten meters collapsed directly, with gravel flying.

"Ahhhhh!!"

"NO!"

A series of screams and groans came one after another. Needless to say, the unlucky ones who were within the direct attack range of Paintianjiao. Even the people on the outside fell to the ground without knowing whether they were alive or dead when they were hit by the fragmented gravel.

Most of the attackers were eliminated by Jeanne in one fell swoop. Seeing that the situation was not good, the others began to retreat in an orderly manner.

"What is their origin?"

Jeanne raised her right hand, her muscles tightened slightly, and a bloody bullet on her elbow was forced out by her.

Bandits, terrorists, mercenaries, local armed forces, warlords, national intelligence agencies...

Being attacked and kidnapped by people of unknown origin from all sides was a common occurrence for Jeanna, but Jeanna could still detect something strange in this attack.

At this moment, the sound of breaking through the air came from behind, Jeanna's expression changed slightly, her figure blurred, and she flashed to the side.

"The blow just now was not intended 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 as clean as before in the blink of an eye.

If Jeanne hadn't dodged in time, one thigh would have been removed.

Jeanne raised her head and looked at the attacker, her eyes focused.

Opposite him stood a small man wearing a tactical helmet and a black combat uniform full of technological and futuristic features.

The most eye-catching thing was that a white bone that was four to five meters long and looked like a snake tail whip or a chain was pulled out from his palm.

"Extraordinary person? An extraordinary person who controls bones. There is no one like this among the twelve divine generals..."

Jeanne pursed her lips, feeling a little unbelievable.

Although she was used to sneak attacks and kidnappings from various forces, this was the first time she was surprised by an extraordinary person.

Could it be a new transcendent?

And looking at the formation of this attack, as well as the equipment on the extraordinary person, it is obvious that the mastermind behind the attack is not trivial.

After thinking about it, there are only a few.

"Crash!"

The little man flicked his extraordinary right hand, and the white bone chain danced like a spiritual snake, piercing Jeanne's left shoulder blade with lightning speed.

This is not a killer move either.

Jeanne's eyes flashed.

Soon enough, she grabbed the pierced bone chain and stretched out her hand to pull it away.

Unstoppable strange power is activated!

Like a tug of war, he forcefully pulled Chaofan over.

Then, Jeanne made a fist with her other hand and hit him in the chest.

"Puff puff."

Barbed ribs popped out of the small man's extraordinary chest like switchblade blades.

The braided girl turned a blind eye, she just wanted to be reckless!
"boom!"

The fist hit the little man's chest without any hesitation, causing the bone spurs to break, and he was sent flying more than ten meters away with one punch.

The Iron Fist Saint glanced at the healing fist indifferently, and then looked at Chaofan, the little man who was struggling to get up.

Although Jeanne wanted to stay alive and did not use all her strength, the punch was enough to knock the Asian elephant unconscious.

The opponent's strength is equally impressive.

(End of this chapter)