Hidan's Debut

Charlotte Doyle, a former assassin, once again broke with the traditions of the High Table High Table, becoming the leader of this vast organization and rising to become the king of the underworld.

Charlotte Doyle's name has once again appeared on the information networks of various major powers.

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On the other side.

Africa - Kenya.

Hidan carried his Triple-Bladed Scythe through the desert and finally arrived at a village.

"What kind of place is this? It's all desert, it's comparable to the Land of Wind."

"Damn it, I forgot to bring the organization's hat when I came. I miscalculated."

"Having partnered with Kakuzu for so long, it's really hard to adjust to him not being around all of a sudden. Without him helping me stitch up my body, things have become more complicated..."

Hidan kept muttering to himself, but his feet never stopped as he walked toward the village in front of him.

At this moment, two burly black men stood at the entrance of the village, holding Assault Rifle. Clearly, this was not an ordinary village, otherwise they wouldn't be stationed in the desert.

The group stationed here was an anti-government armed force, or in short, terrorists. The two guards, seeing Hidan's strange attire and his approaching Hidan, raised their Assault Rifle and shouted, "Who are you? Stop! Don't come any closer!"

Then, the guard's words reached Hidan's ears as. "@#￥%...&&*"

Seeing that Hidan didn't stop, one of the guards grinned cruelly and pulled the trigger, firing a burst of bullets at Hidan.

Faced with the incoming bullets, Hidan had no interest in even raising his weapon to block them. He continued walking unhurriedly, only dodging the bullets with a quick movement as they approached.

One of the guards, seeing that he had missed Hidan, mocked his companion. "Sola, your marksmanship is terrible, you're practically the Mandarin of outlining the body."

"Let me show you what marksmanship is all about."

As he spoke, the guard raised his Assault Rifle, assumed a firing position, aimed at Hidan through the crosshairs on the gun, and then pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The sound of bullets being fired rang out, but it was all in vain; they didn't hit Hidan at all. No, to be precise, Hidan dodged them again.

However, after Hidan dodged, he returned to his original position. Because of his high speed, it gave the illusion that he hadn't aimed at the target and had missed.

Seeing Hidan still walking towards them, Sola immediately scoffed, "Diva, aren't you at the same level? How dare you criticize me?"

The man called Diva rubbed his eyes. He clearly remembered that he had aimed very accurately and shouldn't have missed. Moreover, he hadn't aimed at the head, but at the larger torso. This shouldn't be happening.

To verify his hypothesis, Diva continued firing, bullet after bullet, until the magazine was completely empty, but it still did not stop Hidan in the slightest.

"No, he's a ghost, a ghost..."

The two guards' initial firing did not attract the attention of those inside. After all, guarding the gate was indeed a rather boring job, and they were not a disciplined force. Guards would also shoot animals in the desert to relieve boredom.

However, the continuous gunshots and Diva's loud shouts immediately attracted the attention of nearby members, and several burly black men carrying AK47s ran over immediately.

"Diva, what are you yelling about?"

At this moment, Diva's body trembled slightly. In the deserts of northern Kenya, there has always been a legend of terrifying ghosts. Whenever a ghost descends, it will bring disaster, and no one will be spared wherever it goes.

"Captain Kali, a ghost! There's a ghost..."

Hearing Diva's shout, Kali picked up the binoculars hanging around his neck and looked at Hidan slowly Hidan towards him in the distance. His pupils contracted slightly, especially at Hidan's strange clothes and the Triple-Bladed Scythe he was carrying on his shoulder.

"What are you shouting about? That's clearly a person. Can't you see the shadow on the ground?"

"Brothers, fire! Turn him into mincemeat!"

As soon as Kali finished speaking, the six men beside him immediately raised their AK47s and pulled the triggers at Hidan in the distance.

"Da·Da·DaDa"

As the intense gunfire erupted, the bullets formed a makeshift metal net, Hidan towards Hidan.

Seeing the incoming bullets, Hidan lost interest in playing around. He leaped, his figure flashing through the air, covering a distance of over two hundred meters and instantly appearing in front of everyone.

"You bunch of black devils who disrespect the Jashin, you all deserve to die."

Hidan hurled his Triple-Bladed Scythe directly at the crowd, the massive blade spinning and dancing in the air.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

With a single move, the eight armed men standing at the door were instantly cut in half at the waist. Their AK47s were sliced in two along with their bodies, and a large amount of blood flowed from the separated parts, staining the sand beneath their feet red.

The sudden bisection prevented the militants from dying instantly; instead, they let out terrified screams before slowly passing away.

"Ah, my intestines, my intestines."

"You devil, you're a devil..."

Hidan stared at the red blood on the ground, clearly stunned for a moment, and muttered, "Are these black monsters human too?"

"Why can't I understand their language? It sounds like the wailing of livestock..."

Looking at the crimson blood dripping from the Triple-Bladed Scythe, Hidan showed a look of disgust. Instead of eating the sweets as usual, he flicked the Triple-Bladed Scythe in his hand to shake off the blood.

As gunfire and screams continued to erupt, everyone in the camp immediately realized that an enemy attack was underway, and those who witnessed this immediately sounded the alarm.

Alarms blared across the desert as large numbers of armed men rushed out of their tents, weapons in hand, and converged at the entrance.

As more and more black men surged out, Hidan revealed a wicked smile.

"I'll take care of sending you to the afterlife..."

"Hahaha···"

After Hidan, Hidan swung his Triple-Bladed Scythe and charged into the camp. Wherever he went, it was as if he were in an empty field. No attack could keep up with Hidan's speed, let alone cause any damage. On the contrary, many militants died from stray bullets fired by their own people.

With just a few simple charges, the terrorists in the camp were thrown into chaos and completely collapsed. Some knelt on the Hidan begging for Hidan's life, while others suffered mental breakdowns, shouting and screaming, even shooting those around them, yelling, "Hahaha, this is a dream, this is a dream..."

Some even dropped their weapons and ran out of the camp.

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