In the center of the hall, the device at Wang Qiang's waist suddenly flashed red and let out an urgent beeping. A red marker appeared on his goggles.
He spun around, raised his weapon, and pulled the trigger.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three bullets shot toward Obito's head, chest, and abdomen in a triangular pattern.
The bullets passed through Obito's body and struck the base's wall behind him, leaving three deep bullet holes. Concrete fragments flew, and dust filled the air.
Obito tilted his head slightly, his brows furrowing. His gaze fell on the three bullet holes, his expression grave.
What kind of ninja tool was this? It was so fast-even through the Sharingan, its speed was unmistakable.
There was almost no warning of its trajectory. The instant the trigger was pulled, the bullets were already in front of him.
If he had not instinctively activated Kamui just now, those strange ninja tools would likely have hit him.
Obito turned to look at Wang Qiang below and spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse:
"To think there was still a ninja village in the Ninja World unknown to me, Uchiha Madara. Strange clothing, strange ninja tools..."
He paused, his gaze passing over Wang Qiang and sweeping deeper into the base, as though waiting for them to react in surprise. After all, he was "Uchiha Madara himself."
Yet Wang Qiang and the others merely watched him calmly.
"So, where have you hidden the Seven-Tails?"
Obito's voice rang down from the raised platform like a judge's interrogation, echoing through the empty hall.
The scarlet Sharingan behind his orange mask stared coldly at the ninja below, who wore white protective suits and held strange ninja tools.
Wang Qiang tightened his grip slightly, his knuckles turning white. His gaze passed over Obito to the wall