Miss President wants to talk to you

Don't stand still!

The secretary could only shout, "Scatter! Find a place to hide!"

Upon hearing the order, the remaining assassins retreated in all directions, hiding in Truman's blind spots.

Truman did not give chase.

He simply stood up from where he was standing.

Fire, then fire again.

Those who were fleeing kept falling.

Someone witnessed Truman's gun clearly pointing to the left.

But the dead are on the right.

At this point, they finally noticed a detail.

Every time Truman fired a shot, his wrist would tremble violently, unlike normal shooting.

But it was precisely this strange movement that caused her bullets to ignore direction and all cover.

"Witch..."

One of the assassins finally realized what was going on.

He looked at Truman, his voice trembling.

"She's using magic!"

The sacrifice of countless lives finally brought this group of people closer to the truth.

The ability Truman just demonstrated is something that could not possibly be achieved by the laws of physics alone.

She used the talent unique to her as a witch.

By rapidly flicking the wrist when firing, momentum is applied to the bullet in a specific direction.

This allows them to arbitrarily change the trajectory of ballistic flight.

Its name is

Gunfighting.

During the World War, Truman used this ability to become a Strike Witch on the battlefield.

Even military records contain details of her experiences that remain classified to this day.

With Eleanor's current access level, he can only find one title.

"Unique to Truman" is a title she earned on the battlefield through her military exploits.

【The Gun Witch】.

Of course, Truman's witch talent only allows him to make bullets curve.

As for this ability to hit the bullseye every time and get headshots with every shot...

It's something you learn through practice.

When Waters introduced Truman to Eleanor, he really wasn't lying.

She was indeed one of the best among the World War I veterans.

At this point, Truman was completely in the zone.

Her expression was calm.

There was no hesitation in firing the gun.

"Whee!"

Truman grew increasingly excited, a morbid smile spreading across his face.

"Hehe! Haha! Hahahaha!"

The blood and screams made her feel as if she had returned to the battlefield of yesteryear, and she tasted a long-lost pleasure.

The outcome of the next battle was no longer in doubt.

The once menacing assassins were reduced to corpses scattered on the ground in the blink of an eye.

The secretary was utterly horrified when she witnessed this scene.

If he stays any longer, he'll die too!

Thinking of this, the secretary scrambled to his feet and fled towards the street corner.

Truman discovered him.

The gun in his hand was raised as well.

"Eh eh eh!"

Eleanor shouted quickly, "Save a life! Save a life!"

"Tsk!"

boom!

Truman's scornful voice and the sound of a gunshot rang out almost simultaneously.

The secretary screamed and fell heavily to the ground.

The bullet, originally aimed at the back of his head, changed direction at the last moment and pierced his calf.

Even so, this secretary was one of the most fortunate assassins.

At least he can still breathe.

……

A moment later.

The sound of a large number of cars could be heard in the distance.

Several black cars drove into the warehouse area.

The car door opened.

Edgar, leading a large number of Bureau of Investigation agents, rushed down quickly.

"Eleanor!"

She spotted Eleanor standing next to the car with his hands in his pockets at a glance.

After confirming that the person was still alive, Edgar visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did she notice the corpses scattered all around her.

Edgar was silent for a few seconds.

"This is……"

She pointed around. "Who did this?"

"I've made a fool of myself."

Eleanor looked up at the sky, as if she were saying something, or perhaps she was saying nothing at all.

Edgar rolled his eyes.

You're getting all worked up over me for being fat. Do you really think I don't know who did this?

At this moment, Truman put his round-framed glasses back on and returned to his previous quiet lawyer persona.

It was as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with her.

Edgar stared at her for a long time.

In the end, I decided to deal with the important matters first.

"Be on guard!"

She turned and ordered, "Check the warehouse to see if there are any surviving assassins!"

A large number of Bureau of Investigation agents quickly dispersed.

Some of the people went to treat the injured presidential guards.

Another group went to search for a non-existent surviving assassin.

The driver who had fled earlier was also found nearby.

He hid in a small alley, where the mental interference had disappeared.

He was now curled up in a ball, covering his head, trembling.

As for Wilkes' secretary.

He wasn't so lucky.

The investigators dragged him up from the ground and gave him basic treatment for the gunshot wound on his leg.

He was then handcuffed and brought before Eleanor.

The secretary's face turned deathly pale.

Their gazes toward Eleanor and Truman were filled with fear.

Why did it turn out like this...?

For the first time, there was someone I wanted to kill.

For the first time, I was able to personally lead an assassin operation.

These two pleasant things intertwined.

He should have had a blissful, dreamlike time.

But why did it turn out like this...?

The secretary was still questioning the meaning of life.

Edgar had lost interest in letting him continue his sentimentality.