Hell Paradise from Naruto

After Mo Chen took advantage of the transformation technique and relied on powerful plot characters, the other contractors also accelerated the pace of killing each other.

Slowly, as soon as they see the figure of the green algae head, they will immediately run away. Making enemies of this group of protagonists with the bonus of world will is not something that a first-order contractor can do.

When they discovered that there was a sailor next to the green algae-headed swordsman helping him lead the way, the sailor instantly became a victim of the fire, and Mo Chen had to change his 'guide' one after another.

When the contractors discovered that someone could actually take advantage of the characters in the plot, they certainly noticed something was wrong. There were even several waves of enemies who wanted to sneak into the naval base quietly to find out what was going on.

However, in Mo Chen's white-eyed vision, their infiltration was as obvious as a light bulb in the night. Under the "focused fire" of the naval soldiers, these infiltrators did not dare to take any more risks after losing one or two lives. This risk.

Because their top priority is to complete their respective killing targets as soon as possible.

Soon, on the fourth day, Mo Chen received the news of Paradise Brand.

[Chapter Mission: Killing]

【Completed:22/15】

[Remaining number of contractors: 20]

[The killing mission is over! 】

【The main task is started! 】

[Contractors who have not completed the killing mission will be obliterated and executed...]

[Execution completed! 】

[Colonel Monka will return to Shields Town in 2 hours. 】

[Monkey D. Luffy will land on the island in 8 hours. Before he lands on the island, contractors who have not completed the main mission will be directly deemed to have failed! 】

In the naval base, Mo Chen, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, was recalling the words 'erasure' and 'execution' in his mind. These four understated words were enough to erase all traces of the contractor's existence...

"call!"

After a while, Mo Chen took a deep breath.

The most important factor in his ability to survive this brutal killing mission was his white eyes.

If it weren't for the "clairvoyance" of his white eyes and his ability to accurately avoid those powerful contractors, Mo Chen's group members might have been treated as "pigs" by some veteran contractors from the beginning.

"confused!"

Mo Chen shouted loudly.

"To!"

"Lord Bell Mabel!"

"What are your orders!"

A young sailor with a youthful appearance and a panicked expression quickly opened the door.

"Notice, everyone gather!"

"My dad will be here in two hours."

"Everyone line up and gather at the port, just south of the port I arranged last night!"

"The honor guard is ready!"

"Also, no residents are allowed to stay near the port. Anyone who dares to approach the port will be directly expelled!"

"in addition……"

"The pirates have almost been dealt with. The pirate hunter asked him to guard the fort at our base to prevent Xiaoxiao from approaching."

"By the way, prepare more wine for him!"

Mo Chen disguised himself as Belumeb, standing in front of the mirror and arranging his clothes, looking like he wanted to take credit in front of his parents.

"Yes Yes!"

"I'm going to inform Lieutenant Colonel Ripa now!"

Muzhu saluted in a panic. It seemed that because Mo Chen said too much, he couldn't fully understand it for the moment, but he still reacted quickly.

After four days of fierce fighting, Shieldstown seemed to be finally returning to peaceful days.

Although there are more than 100 contractors fighting on this island, the casualties among the residents are not serious. Except for a few guys who like the pleasure of massacre, the average contractors are too lazy to take action against these civilians.

Moreover, due to Colonel Mengka's power, these residents have long developed the habit of "escape at home".

However, despite the restraint of the contractors themselves and the intervention of the marines, scars can still appear in this town. The collapsed houses and the pitted ground all tell the story of the thrilling past few days.

soon.

Under the leadership of Mo Chen, all the soldiers from the naval base gathered at the southern port. They were divided into two columns. No matter how hot the sun burned, their figures did not move at all, and their middle fingers were firmly attached to their pants. mark.

And 'Mabel Bell' put on an enchanting purple suit, with a sailor holding an umbrella beside him, looking at the rugged sea.

"Um?!"

"Everyone has it!"

"Prepare!"

'Berumeber' suddenly shouted excitedly.

Because a blue warship with a navy flag has appeared on the sea ahead.

……

At this time, halfway up the island, there was a top floor of a residential building.

The two surviving contractors were also looking towards the port.

"Hey!"

"There are only two of us left in the battle group..."

"Can we compete with those guys for the opportunity to kill Colonel Mengka?"

One of the black-haired young men wearing armor and holding a sword said worriedly.

Judging from the dirty armor, it was obvious that he had experienced a fierce battle not long ago.

"This main mission is specially prepared for our war groups..."

"Maybe we are the only battle group left now?"

The young man in gray robe next to him said in a relaxed tone. He sat directly on the railing and let the sea breeze ruffle his robe.

"How can it be so easy?!"

The black-haired young man said angrily.

"Luck has always been a part of strength..."

"Did you see Sauron on the fort?"

"This guy has actually been taken advantage of. Is there anything else that can't happen?"

The young man in gray robes, slender and fair-skinned, swayed gently with the rhythm of the wind, as if he was conducting a soothing symphony.

"Isn't this unfair?!"

"We work hard to survive and die, but some people can just sit back and enjoy the rewards!"

The black-haired young man raised his head and glanced at the figure, with a hint of resentment in his tone.

"fair?!"

“Is there fairness in the real world?”

"Some people were born into Roman aristocracy and they couldn't understand why someone didn't have a spare house to rent out..."

"Some people are like mules and horses. After being exploited for their residual value, they still need to be grateful if others can give them a job opportunity..."

"Those who get rich first will try their best to consolidate their own interests, transform them into classes, and pass them on to the ethnic group..."

"But here in Paradise, class only depends on one's own strength!"

"With the original blood ties and social advantages stripped away, the paradise is equivalent to giving us a fair starting point..."

"As for what to do next, it's up to you..."

The face of the man in gray robe is very handsome, as if it is a finely crafted work of art, but this kind of handsomeness seems quite unnatural.

"Forehead……"

"I'm just asking what to do now..."

The black-haired young man said rather helplessly that his companion was a devout supporter of the paradise because his long-held dream had come true here.