Miss President wants to talk to you

"you……"

The secretary was completely stunned and couldn't say a word.

How can it be?

So many people fired at the same time just now.

He saw it with his own eyes—countless bullets struck Eleanor!

"It hurts so much..."

At this moment, Eleanor was rubbing his chest, his face looking very pale.

Being continuously riddled with bullets from more than a dozen machine guns was hardly a pleasant experience.

"What the hell are you?!"

Some of the assassins have already broken down.

They asked aloud, eager to know the answer.

why?

Why is Eleanor completely unharmed?!

"Oh, didn't I tell you this before?"

Eleanor said, "Actually, I'm an alien from a place called Krypton, and I'm naturally invulnerable to bullets and blades."

"These mere bullets can't even break through my defenses."

These words stunned some of the less experienced assassins on the spot.

alien?

How can we fight like this?!

They couldn't help but look at the secretary, exchanging glances as if discussing something.

Boss, should we run away quickly?

"Idiots! He's playing you!"

The secretary almost laughed out of anger at the group of assassins.

What kind of bullshit Kryptonians are these? That name sounds like it was made up on the spot.

The secretary had already come to her senses.

Although he still didn't know how Eleanor had done it.

But it should be related to the military's magical technology.

It absolutely cannot be a body of steel!

It must be said that the secretary, who had been eavesdropping with Wilkes for so long, did have some knowledge.

He guessed right.

The suit that Eleanor is wearing looks ordinary.

It is actually a set of the latest model of magical protective clothing.

Once activated, the protection will cover the entire body.

Including the head.

The old model of Edgar could withstand a magic explosion grenade at close range.

The latest model now boasts tank-level protection capabilities.

Ordinary 7.62mm machine gun bullets simply cannot penetrate it.

This was one of the things Eleanor had Edgar prepare beforehand.

It turns out.

It is indeed very effective.

However, while the magical protective suit can stop bullets, it cannot completely eliminate the impact.

It still hurts a lot.

"Keep firing!"

The secretary did not want to give up at this point.

The assassinations have reached this point; there's no turning back.

There's only one path left to take.

"Fire! Fire!"

"Don't stop! Keep hitting!"

"Call all the money to Hopkins!"

Alerted, the surrounding assassins also realized what was happening.

But they had just emptied their guns to make sure Eleanor was dead.

Changing the magazine at this point will take some time.

But that's enough time.

Bang

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out.

The assassin responsible for guarding the Truman Gate then had a bullet hole in his forehead.

He didn't even realize he had been shot before he fell backward to the ground.

"what?"

The people around quickly turned their heads away.

Truman got out of the car.

Her round-framed glasses had been removed at some point, and she was holding a pistol in her hand.

Her entire demeanor underwent a dramatic change.

Her eyes were incredibly cold.

He looked at the assassins around him as if they were a group of dead people.

"Kill her!"

Someone shouted, and the gun barrels around immediately turned around.

however.

bang bang

Truman raised his pistol, and without even looking, fired three shots.

Blood blossomed above the heads of the three assassins, and they collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"H-How is this possible!"

Some people have seen it clearly.

When Truman fired the shot, the muzzle wasn't even pointed at those three people.

But those three people were indeed dead.

For a moment, no one knew what had happened.

"She had accomplices!"

One of the assassins reacted first and quickly looked around.

Apart from the two suppressed escort vehicles in front and behind, there was no one else around.

Truman didn't intend to let them search slowly.

She raised her hand and pulled the trigger again.

Bang

The gun barrel is pointing forward.

The one who was shot was an assassin who had circled around to the back.

"This is a ghost!"

The remaining people finally panicked.

Several submachine guns opened fire simultaneously, all the bullets raining down on Truman.

Truman took a step back and hid back in the bulletproof car.

The heavy car doors blocked the gunfire.

Truman didn't even stick the gun out.

bang bang

Several more gunshots rang out.

The assassins who had just been firing shots fell to the ground one after another.

The secretary's expression gradually turned to terror.

Ricochet?

impossible!

There was simply no suitable angle around.

A magic pistol?

He had never heard of any magical weapon that could do such a thing.