Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

From the beginning of the design, the radar is considered to find the target and determine the position.

The most important thing for the new generation of aircraft is the stealth capability. If a high-speed fighter that cannot be detected by any radar can be designed, it will be a nightmare for hostile countries. It is basically equivalent to undefended national airspace and letting fighter jets fly in groups Flying around, just imagine, a group of fighter jets loaded with ammunition, from the edge of the border to the heart of the capital...

A humanoid fighter that could not be locked and detected was flying with a load of ammunition, flying at a high speed close to the west side of the border of Honshu Island.

Poor Takahashi's appearance at this time is a bit ridiculous, a pair of wings are flapping rapidly on his back, the clothes on his body are being slapped by the strong wind, and he is wearing a motorcycle helmet to block the wind on his face, just like a speeding man who violates the regulations. speeding party.

The clouds stretched endlessly under her body, and the sun was scorching hot, just like fighter jets flying in the flames of war decades ago.

"Whoosh!"

A huge passenger plane skimmed from below the cloud layer, and the cloud layer was cut through by the machine body in an instant.

Compared with the plane, Takahashi's petite body looks like an ant.

As long as she thinks about it, she can create a sensational air crash in an instant.

"call!"

Vibrating the wings, the wind was strong, and a dozen feathers fluttered in mid-air under the action of the wind.

In the blink of an eye, Takahashi pitifully seized the opportunity to step on the plane.

"Clang!"

Stabilized on the aircraft body, the girl shook her shoulders, and the pair of wings behind her narrowed suddenly.

"Paper."

Thousands of white papers appeared in the air, forming a semi-curved white wall in front of Takahashi.

This can resist the strong wind that hits the plane head-on when flying at high speed.

"Sorry, let's take a ride."

Sitting cross-legged behind the wall, Takahashi closed his eyes pitifully to recharge his energy.

Air tickets or something, I will make up for it when I have a chance in the future. This is the first time I rubbed against someone else's "car".

Right below the plane is the toilet, and a middle-aged, greasy, semi-bald man with island features is sitting on the toilet and humming.

I finally came home from Hokkaido, where there are still many birds. Kyoto, there are some rubbish things outside of Kyoto.

"Clang!"

Just when the middle-aged man was enjoying himself, there was a clanging sound above his head.

"Damn it, what is it?"

Isn't the plane body above his head?

Cardiac arrest!

With just this sound, various images of aviation disasters appeared in his mind, disintegrating in the air, colliding with planes, being struck by lightning, and being hit by meteorites from the sky.

Islanders have suffered from various natural disasters since ancient times, and have a high incidence of persecution paranoia.

"Well……"

Blushed and waited for a few minutes, the catastrophic picture did not appear, but the long stick squeezed into the toilet with great difficulty shrank back in fright.

After flying for a while, the speed of the plane bound for Osaka slowly slowed down, and the whole picture of Kyoto suddenly appeared under the clouds. Open your wings, and fly over Kyoto like never before.

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"Is this the marked storage place?" Takahashi circled pitifully in mid-air, looking coldly at the police station below him.

The safest storage place in the city is usually the bank branch's vault. If the feather is really hidden in the underground, poor Takahashi really has no other way but to break in.

The best way to deal with underground targets is ground-piercing bombs. The Mi Army has the most "speaking power". During the 1991 War, the Mi Army used two bombs in a row to create the sensational Amelia tragedy. The first shot penetrated tens of meters of ground and reinforced concrete structures, and blasted the civilians in the air-raid shelter to pieces. After the second shot penetrated, a fire with a temperature of several thousand degrees was instantly ignited. All the dead and not dead were killed. The flames burned into coke, and the high-pressure water sprayed out by the fire extinguishing device in the air-raid shelter also turned into boiling water in the flames. On the second floor of the air-raid shelter, only survivors who were injured by the shock were scalded to death by the boiling water.

Of the more than 1,100 women, children and children, only a dozen or so survived, and the rest became silhouettes that could not be washed off. The silhouettes of human figures struggling before dying still exist on the walls of the air-raid shelters today.

It is actually carelessly preserved in the ground building, which must be taught some lessons.

Feeling the power of the feathers from a distance, Takahashi shook his shoulders pitifully.

Wings folded!

Dive!

"Hush."

Things that can be solved by simple methods don't need to waste effort to solve them on the ground.

The sharp ground-sweeping flight sounded in the air, and Takahashi rushed towards the office of the public security branch like a javelin.

The staff sitting in the office drinking tea laughed and flipped through the documents, and a few of them discussed what to eat after get off work.

The tea leaves in the cup are floating and spinning, and a rapidly approaching figure is reflected on the smooth glass wall.

"Explode!"

Fifty-six detonating symbols fell from the sky!

Each one was as fast as a spear, and made a dazzling explosion as soon as it hit the ground.

"Boom!!"

There was a deafening sound!

Kyoto, the ancient capital of thousands of years, ushered in its first aerial bombing.

The glass was blown into pieces by the air waves and flew into the sky, and the colorful sunlight was fragmented.

Accompanied by the background music of the explosion, Takahashi pitifully landed on his tiptoes, blowing away the smoke and dust with his wings.

There was no joy, no sadness, no pity on the delicate face.

…………

"I'm late!"

"Damn it!"

Takeo Moribe stared at what was happening before his eyes.

The building turned into half ruins, the living and the dead were all buried under the earth and rocks, and the black smoke that covered the eyes turned the world at this time into a hell on earth where ghosts wandered.

Elegant Kyoto people knelt on the ground with their heads in their hands, and cars parked on the side of the road blared their sirens.

The repeated explosions sounded like thunder, and could be heard throughout Kyoto, and the people at the center of the explosion...

"Ah! Ah! Ah!!"

Amidst the smoke, a man in the uniform of the security department came out. He staggered, swaying from side to side, his clothes wrinkled together in pain

"Ah, ah!"

ear.

He tightly covered his ears with both hands, blood gurgled out from the cracks in his palms, and half of his body was already stained red, and he screamed unconsciously from his wide open mouth.

Shouting like this seemed to allow him to grasp his lost hearing.

"I'm here to save you."

The guard ran forward quickly, but before he had time to support the opponent, the staff covered their ears and threw themselves on the ground in despair. The ears, nose, nasal cavity, and internal organs turned into blood and ran out.

The flames burned in the black smoke, and the black smoke danced its claws in the sound of the wind, driving human wolves to rush.

Like a panicked and powerless beast in a forest fire, the survival instinct is imprinted in the genes of every animal.

A pure white figure blasted away the black smoke, leaping up into the sky.

"Roar."

The angel's wings streaked across the sky, and the roar that tore through the air was like the roar of a tiger entrenched in the mountains.