Bon voyage.
From wealthy areas to administrative areas, Senju Chen has delivered more than 60 orders.
Every senior executive of Sunagakure who received the scroll, whether it was the leader of Anbu who usually kills people without batting an eyelid, or the family patriarch who spends all day poking around in front of the financial statements, their attitude was surprisingly the same when they saw Senju Chen's clothes - polite, even a little flattering.
In the desert center where supplies are extremely scarce, whoever can control the freshest food sources is the living ancestor.
Senju Chen even began to doubt that if he suddenly announced that Food Is Heaven would cut off his supply at Sunagakure, these senior Sunagakure executives would launch a mutiny on the spot and force Kazekage Rasa to visit Food Is Heaven just for a hot meal.
Then, Senju Chen came to the tallest building in the whole village.
Kazekage office building.
It was a huge semicircular earth-and-stone building with a huge Chinese character "" carved on the outer wall.
On both sides of the door, a total of eight Anbu Ninja wearing masks stood upright, the air pressure was frighteningly low.
However, when Senju Chen reached the edge of the cordon, the leader Anbu Captain not only did not draw his sword, but took two steps forward and raised his hand to signal his subordinates to let him go.
"Food Is Heaven's?" Anbu Captain looked at Senju Chen through the holes in the mask.
"Lord Kazekage's takeaway."
Senju Chen pulled out an inconspicuous gray scroll from the bottom shelf.
Anbu Captain took it and held it carefully in his hand. His tone was even a bit sad. "Lord Kazekage was correcting official documents until dawn last night, and just now he was deducing the mining drawings of the southern gold mine. This thick noodle soup and meat soup was delivered so timely."
Senju Chen's eyes twitched.
The shadow of a village, one of the highest military commanders Five Great Nations, his daily takeout standard is: thick noodles, clear soup, with two slices of mutton so thin that it can transmit light.
With such poverty, it's no wonder that Rasa is thinking all day long about how to transform his eldest son, second daughter, and younger son into murder weapons.
This is not a real shadow, this is clearly a factory director who runs a sweatshop in the desert and is on the verge of bankruptcy.
"A total of forty-five taels." Senju Chen reached out for money.
Anbu Captain rummaged around in his pocket for a long time, took out a badly worn silver coin, and collected a few copper plates and stuffed them into Senju Chen: "No need to look for it, thank you for your hard work."
Senju Chen looked at the few copper plates still with body temperature in the palm of his hand and let out a long sigh in his heart.
You are the shadow of a village. It is also a sin to eat clear soup and meat soup for breakfast.
More than an hour later, the brass shelf behind Senju Chen was almost empty.
The axle barrels that were originally fully inserted now only have four lonely ones left.
These four shaft cylinders were deliberately inserted in the most hidden layer. There were no red ribbons on the cylinders, nor any family marks. There were only four black circles drawn with a very light ink pen.
That's the mark belonging to the Northwest Quarantine Zone.
The most feared forbidden place inside Sunagakure, a place of death that even Anbu Ninja is unwilling to approach.
Senju Chen raised his hand to press the windproof mask, and the smile in his eyes that had a bit of a theatrical attitude slowly disappeared completely.
The working game is over today.
Dinner is about to be served...
Sunagakure northwest corner.
The deeper you go, the more dilapidated and dilapidated the surrounding buildings become.
In the last five hundred meters, not even the formed houses could be seen, and there were weathered and collapsed Kitsuchi broken walls everywhere. The strong wind shuttled through the abandoned empty alleys, rolling up waves of whimpering screams, and the air was filled with a strong smell of death mixed with blood.
The ground was covered with a layer of extremely unnatural fine sand.
The fine sand is not the yellow coarse sand that can be seen everywhere in the desert, but a sickly light reddish brown color, as if it has been soaked countless times in dried blood.
Senju Chen stepped on the sand and made an extremely subtle "sand" sound under his feet.
Buzz--
The moment he stepped into an invisible boundary, a ripple invisible to the naked eye passed through the air.
That's the induction barrier.
The next moment, four black shadows shot out from the shadows of the ruined walls like ghosts, and landed steadily ten meters in front of Senju Chen.
All dressed up Sunagakure Anbu.
He wore a pale mask with no features on his face, and a windproof cloak on his body. The short knife in his hand was already half an inch out of its sheath, and the blade glowed with a pale green venomous light under the dim skylight.
"Stop."
The leader Anbu's voice was hoarse and cold, without any warmth of a living person.
The short knife in his hand was pointed directly at Senju Chen's throat, and the Chakra all over his body was flowing rapidly in his meridians, ready to kill at any time.
"The quarantine zone is a powerful place, and those who trespass will die."
Senju Chen didn't even stop, he just stood slowly three steps away from the opponent, and pulled out a heavy black-sealed scroll from behind with his backhand.
"The takeout delivery guy."
Senju Chen's voice came out through the mask, sounding muffled, "Four extra-large fried pork ribs bento with hot sauce, plus concentrated military ration hot soup."
The movements of the four Anbu all froze for a moment.
The leader Anbu lowered his head and looked at the golden fire paint with the word "food" printed on the scroll, and the murderous aura on his body loosened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The strong wind passed through the ruins, tearing at the broken walls and making waves of harsh whistling sounds.
Sunagakure The air in the northwest isolation area feels like it has been soaked in salty blood water that has been infested for many years. It is so sticky that it makes people feel sick in their stomachs.
Four daggers glowing with green and black poisonous light were suspended in the air.
The leading dead soldier Sunagakure Anbu stared at the black-sealed scroll in Senju Chen's hand. His shoulders, which were originally so tight that they were almost spasmodic, became visibly slackened by an inch.
Under the pale, holeless mask, there was an extremely suppressed sound of swallowing saliva.
The isolation area is surrounded by high-intensity suppression barriers, and the little red-haired monster in the inner circle can go berserk at any time. The ninjas stationed here always stretch their nerves like a fully stretched bowstring. They are on high alert for several days and nights. Their mouths are so light that bitterness can flow out, and the Chakra in their bodies has been squeezed clean by the harsh climate.
At this moment, a steaming take-out scroll of "Food Is Heaven" came to my eyes.
"Take two steps back and place the scroll on the stone pier on the ground."
The leader, Anbu, had his Adam's apple sliding up and down, and his voice was still hoarse, but most of his previous imminent murderous intent had dissipated.
Senju Chen has no intention of arguing with these nervous cannon fodders.
He put his hands in the pockets of his wide cotton apron, followed the instructions and took two steps back, slowly and slowly removed a roll of the special brass shaft barrel from behind, and stood it lightly on the half-weathered stone pillar.
"Four extra-large sauce-fried pork cutlet bento, plus concentrated military ration hot soup." Senju Chen mumbled in a vague voice through the windproof mask, "The shopkeeper told me that the wind and sand where you live are very windy, so I specially put two extra spoons of spicy oil and ginger juice in the soup to refresh and fight the wind and cold. Eat it while it's hot, the oil will solidify when it cools down, don't look back and blame us Food Is Heaven for smashing the sign."