Miss President wants to talk to you

Truman reached out to stop him, but it was too late.

The driver pressed the switch, and a soft sound came from inside the car.

All four doors unlock simultaneously.

The next second, the driver slammed the car door open and tumbled out.

The assassins did not stop them; the driver was not their target to begin with.

Truman leaned toward the control panel, trying to lock it again, but there was no response.

Footsteps soon sounded outside the car.

The assassins, armed with machine guns, had already gathered around.

They formed a circle, surrounding Eleanor's car.

One of them walked to the car door and tapped the cracked glass with the butt of his gun.

"Mr. Hopkins, please get off the bus."

"That's what the people outside said."

"The car door is already open."

"If you don't cooperate, we'll have no choice but to throw the explosives in."

Upon hearing this, Eleanor turned to look at Truman.

Truman's expression was also not relaxed.

She sat on the other side, her hands still on the file folder, but her eyes were constantly looking out the window.

The two exchanged a brief glance.

Truman nodded slightly.

Eleanor then reached out and slowly pushed open the car door.

The car door had barely opened a crack when the person outside yanked it open.

Two assassins grabbed Eleanor's arms and dragged him out of the car.

On the other side, someone opened the car door where Truman was.

However, they did not let Truman get out of the car.

A man holding a submachine gun stared intently at her.

"Madam, please sit down."

"The person we're looking for isn't you."

Truman remained silent.

She glanced at Eleanor, still clutching the file folder, as if she were genuinely frightened.

Seeing her cooperation, the assassin relaxed a little.

At that moment, a man appeared from the back of the crowd.

The crowd parted automatically, and the man stepped out.

He was wearing a gray overcoat and looked quite young.

Eleanor recognized him immediately.

Wilkes's secretary.

When we were investigating Southern United Power Company before, Edgar sent us information on relevant personnel.

This person's photo is among them.

It seems that Wilkes really took this assassination attempt very seriously.

He even sent his secretary over to personally verify the target's identity.

To prevent Eleanor from faking his death and escaping.

After the secretary approached, she carefully examined Eleanor's face.

Then he nodded to the person next to him.

"It's him."

Once the identity has been confirmed, the execution can begin.

The secretary turned to leave, but just then, Eleanor called out to him.

"Hey!"

Eleanor shouted, "Do we have to be this irreconcilable enemies?"

"Is it possible to reach a settlement?"

The secretary had absolutely no interest in Eleanor.

Before he came, Wilkes gave him a serious warning: do not listen to any of Hopkins's nonsense.

That guy is cunning, resourceful, and incredibly shameless.

One second, he might be calling you brother.

But the next second, they won't hesitate to stab you in the back.

So, without further ado, once you've confirmed Eleanor's identity, just shoot him dead.

The secretary kept Wilkes's teachings in mind.

"Make your move!" he said in a low voice.

"Wait a little longer!"

Even at this point, Eleanor did not seem to have given up hope of survival.

"Have you forgotten? I even treated you to a meal!"

However, these words did not cause the secretary any ripples; instead, they made him even angrier.

Eat? How dare you even ask that!

You invited Wilkes back then, and I, your little secretary, didn't even get into the banquet hall!

We ate our boxed lunches in the waiting room next door!

"Let's do it!"

The secretary gritted his teeth and gave the final order.

The words fell.

Da da da da

Countless gun barrels spewed blue flames, and bullets rained down, all striking Eleanor.

"Cuck!"

Eleanor screamed as her body drifted away amidst the gunfire.

The gunfire lasted for several seconds until the magazine was empty, and then it finally stopped.

The secretary didn't even turn around.

In his view, the matter was over.

So many guns firing simultaneously from just a few meters away.

Let alone an ordinary person, even if Jesus were alive, he would have countless transparent holes punched into his body.

The secretary looked up, her face filled with emotion.

He couldn't help but think to himself.

"Mr. Wilkes, my mission is complete!"

It's amazing, it really can be done!

The once-arrogant Eleanor Hopkins is dead!

Chapter 113: The Strike Witch, the Gun Witch, the Thousand-Faced Witch

however.

Before the secretary had taken more than a few steps, a coughing sound came from behind her.

"Cough cough cough..."

Ok?

The secretary paused, wondering if he had misheard.

But the next second, the coughing sound came again.

At the same time, all the assassins around them stood frozen in place.

Their expressions were horrified, as if they had seen something completely incomprehensible.

The secretary turned her head stiffly.

Then, he saw a scene that shattered his worldview.

Eleanor was still standing there.

His hair was a mess from the gunfire, and his face was covered in ash.

He certainly looked quite disheveled.

But that's about it.

Don't mention a transparent hole.

Even his suit showed no obvious damage.