Zongman: Becoming Prime Minister in the Conan Universe

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The twelve armed figures who emerged from the SUVs raised their M4s, aiming at the Porsche 911.
Suddenly—
Rat-a-tat-tat!!!

Twelve M4s opened fire simultaneously, a torrent of 5.56mm bullets raining down.
Vermouth, in the passenger seat, instinctively ducked, even though she knew that under such heavy fire, the Porsche 911 would be riddled with holes, and she would be turned into a sieve.
But her training instincts still made her take evasive action.

However, Fujiwara Toru, sitting in the driver's seat, remained unmoved. Seeing this, Vermouth's expression changed, and she urgently called out, "Boy!"
Just as Vermouth was about to push Fujiwara Toru down onto the seat, she finally understood why he wasn't panicking at all.
The storm of bullets struck the Porsche, but didn't penetrate the car. Instead, they left a series of bullet marks on the car body and windows!

This car was actually bulletproof, and judging by its bulletproof capabilities, it was practically an armored car!
Vermouth was astonished. From the inside, the Porsche's metal skin didn't seem thick, so theoretically, its bulletproof performance should have been average.
For an ordinary car to achieve the bulletproof effect of an armored vehicle, it would have to be on the level of the American president's car.

And that kind of car generally weighed several tons, practically a simplified tank!
Could this be America's new technology? Vermouth wondered.
Fujiwara Toru sneered inwardly. This wasn't some new American technology, but black technology rewarded by the system. That was how it could achieve ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) such powerful bulletproof performance on a small and lightweight sports car like the Porsche 911.

To penetrate this Porsche, you would need at least an anti-tank rocket. A mere 5.56mm assault rifle was far from enough!
Countless cracks appeared on the windshield in front of Fujiwara Toru, but it didn't shatter. The armed men outside emptied a magazine of bullets, but after finding that the other party was unharmed, they were stunned.
"Done shooting? Then it's my turn!"

Fujiwara Toru pressed a button on the keyboard. The hood above the car's headlights opened automatically, revealing two machine guns!
"Vermouth, hold on tight!"
Fujiwara Toru stepped on the clutch with his left foot, manually shifted into first gear, and while lightly pressing the brake with the ball of his right foot, he slammed the accelerator with his heel.
The engine speed instantly exceeded 4000 RPM, and the tires screeched against the ground, making a piercing sound.

Under Fujiwara Toru's control, the Porsche 911's rear tires gripped the ground and spun 180 degrees on the spot.
At the same time, the machine guns on the hood began to unleash true heavy firepower!
12.7mm bullets rained down like a storm.

On the battlefield, the firepower of two machine guns could prevent two platoons from attacking for a short period.
Now, facing just twelve armed men, the machine guns displayed their true terror.
The 12.7mm bullets no longer just pierced and left wounds. When they hit a human body, they completely tore it into pieces of flesh and blood.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat————
Bullet casings spewed out from the front of the car, landing on the ground with a pleasant sound.
As the Porsche spun 360 degrees, accompanied by white smoke from the tires gripping the ground and the smell of gunpowder after the machine guns fired, there was no longer a single living person in front of Fujiwara Toru.

The ground was covered in severed limbs, and the four SUVs were riddled with holes, as if they had been transported to a European battlefield.
Fujiwara Toru didn't know if there was anyone left in those SUVs, but even if there were, they would definitely be dead beyond recognition at this point.
Vermouth was somewhat dazed. She had thought that she would definitely die this time, but who would have thought that there would be such a sudden turn of events in the end?

In the hotel, facing those three armed men, if she had been alone without Fujiwara Toru, even if she could survive, Vermouth believed she would have been seriously injured. She had been betrayed, and the other side had come prepared.
Even if she had survived the assassination attempt by those three, now facing such an elite Mossad team, she would have had no chance of survival.
Her rapidly beating heart gradually calmed down, and a wave of exhaustion washed over her. Vermouth leaned back in her seat, took out a box of women's cigarettes from her pocket, and lit one.

"You saved my life again, Boy~"
Vermouth exhaled a puff of smoke, turned her head to look at Fujiwara Toru, who was also leaning back in his seat, a faint smile on her lips.
"How should you reward me then?"

Fujiwara Toru asked with a smile.
Vermouth smiled charmingly, her right hand holding the cigarette, her slender body leaned closer to Fujiwara Toru, her left hand wrapped around his neck, and she forcefully kissed him on the lips.
Having just been chased, Fujiwara Toru was also mentally tense. The opponents were well-equipped and well-trained. He was really afraid that those "squids" would suddenly take out a big killer like a rocket launcher.

Now that the crisis had been resolved, and with a soft and fragrant jade in his arms, Fujiwara Toru also wrapped his arms around Vermouth's slender waist and returned the passionate kiss.
A large number of police cars had surrounded Fujiwara Toru's car from front and back, and two police helicopters were circling in the sky.
However, the police officers didn't dare to approach. The power of those two machine guns was truly terrifying.

Even though America had gunfights every day, they had never seen anyone with machine guns!
This kind of thing wasn't something ordinary people could get their hands on!