Zongman: I became the Prime Minister in the world of science

“OK, I got it, Boss!”

Toru Fujiwara put down his phone. The person who just called him was his adoptive father Spencer, and Spencer only asked for one thing on the phone, don’t kill Vermouth!

The FBI has been investigating Vermouth’s identity, and the director of the CIA has long known that Chris Wynyard is Vermouth.

Coupled with the detailed information Vermouth just told him about himself, Toru Fujiwara finally confirmed one thing.

There are indeed people from the Black Organization in the CIA, and that person is the director of the CIA!

Your Majesty, why did you surrender first when we are about to fight to the death?

‘No, it should not be an undercover, but a cooperative relationship. ‘

Fujiwara Toru thought in his heart, and soon confirmed this.

If the Black Organization can let an undercover become the director of the CIA, then this organization will not be investigated by intelligence organizations around the world, and even be hunted down.

Although the Black Organization is strong, it is just an international criminal group established after the war. It is still a long way to go before it can get involved in the CIA, which is only responsible to the President of the United States.

Vermouth also put down the phone at this time, and the solemn and murderous atmosphere was relaxed.

The two people who were”shouting for war” just now turned out to be comrades-in-arms at this moment.

“Boy, it’s best not to point the gun at people, it would be bad if the gun went off accidentally.”

“I really did go off the gun accidentally.”

Fujiwara Toru smiled, implying something.

Without the threat to her life, Belmode regained her mysterious and charming demeanor.

She stood up from the bed, stretched out in her black lace underwear, her soft waist formed a perfect arc, her curves were fully exposed, and she stretched her slender body to her heart’s content.

Fujiwara Toru silently put away the pistol.

Just as Belmode was about to say something, the doorbell of this luxury suite suddenly rang.

“Who?”

Fujiwara Toru shouted outside the bedroom

“”Sir, I’ve brought you the food you ordered.”

Toru Fujiwara glanced at Vermouth, who nodded slightly:”I ordered this when I got up just now.” Hearing this

, Toru Fujiwara picked up Vermouth’s clothes from the ground, threw them to her and said:”Put on your clothes.”

After that, he left the bedroom and came to the living room. He walked to the entrance corridor and looked out through the peephole. A waiter was standing outside the house pushing a dining cart.

Toru Fujiwara opened the door of the room, made way, and said to the waiter:”Push the dining cart in.”

The waiter pushed the dining cart into the living room, and Vermouth also put on her clothes and walked out of the bedroom.

“”Sir, please sign here.”

The waiter took out a pencil and a bill and handed them to Fujiwara Toru.

Fujiwara Toru took the pencil, and suddenly, his expression turned cold. His right hand holding the pencil turned into a phantom with the force of thunder, and instantly stabbed the pencil into the waiter’s trachea at the throat!

At the same time, he opened the five fingers of his left hand, swung his arm like a giant hammer, and slammed the waiter’s temple with a protruding ear.

The waiter only felt a pain in his throat, and his brain seemed to explode. He fell to the ground with stars in his eyes.

The pencil that pierced his trachea made him unable to make a sound. He could only make a”ho ho” sound while lying on the ground. Soon his pupils dilated and he died of suffocation.

Belmode was puzzled, and Fujiwara Toru suddenly lifted the tablecloth on the dining cart, revealing not food at all, but an MP9 submachine gun!

Seeing the submachine gun, Belmode’s face was solemn:”How do you know he is a fake waiter?”

I just saw his hand. There are thick calluses between the thumb and index finger. They are the calluses formed by holding guns for many years.”

“Secondly, waiters in such high-end hotels have special training. The etiquette of his serving food just now was totally inconsistent, and even full of mistakes. He is definitely not a waiter in this hotel.”

With Belmode’s understanding of acting, even if she didn’t notice these details, she should have been able to see the problem with the waiter’s acting skills just now.

But Belmode’s mind was in a mess at this time, so she didn’t notice it at the first time.

She glanced at the dead waiter and sighed.

This man was definitely a master, but he was killed by Fujiwara Toru with a pencil, which was simply amazing.

Fujiwara Toru suddenly had his hair standing on end, and alarm bells rang in his mind. He whispered:”Get down!”

While shouting this, he threw himself forward and threw Belmode to the ground.

The next moment——

“”Da da da da!!”

A burst of rapid gunfire came from outside the house, and countless bullet holes penetrated the door and shot into the living room.

The metal storm swept everything, and the water cups in the living room were shattered by bullets, and water flowed all over the floor.

The sofa was shot with big holes under the penetration of bullets, revealing the sponge inside. The decorations on the wall fell to the ground, and the whole living room was shattered in an instant, like a ruin.

At this time, Fujiwara Toru had already grabbed Belmode, crawled forward, and climbed into the bedroom.

As long as he is still a carbon-based creature, a flesh and blood body, no matter how he breaks through the limits of the human body, he will never be able to withstand the baptism of the storm of bullets!

Fujiwara Toru had just hugged Belmode and crawled into the inner room when the shattered door in the corridor collapsed.

A flash of light The flash bomb was thrown into the living room from outside the house, and a noise of 170 decibels and a bright light of up to 6 million can erupted instantly. Fortunately, Fujiwara Toru brought Belmode into the inner room at this time, otherwise, under this flash bomb, although he would not be directly stunned after special training, he would definitely not be able to tell the directions for a certain period of time.

Three fully armed men quickly rushed into the house, and after seeing that there was no one in the living room, they all looked at the bedroom door.

One of them nodded, took out another flash bomb and threw it into the bedroom.

In a flash, just as the flash bomb had just jumped over the door frame, a whip kick flashed by, and at the critical moment, Fujiwara Toru used a trick of the king of football to accurately lift the flash bomb back.

“Bang!”

The three militants obviously didn’t expect this trick. High-decibel noise and strong light erupted again. The huge vibration instantly made the three lose their combat effectiveness.

Fujiwara Toru lay on the ground on his side and slid through the door frame. He fired several shots from the M9 in his hand, two shots to the chest and one shot to the head, and killed the three people instantly with extreme accuracy!

At the moment of killing the three people, the magazine fell to the ground. The new magazine had been replaced. Fujiwara Toru held the gun in both hands and rushed into the living room with small steps to confirm safety. Then he came to the collapsed door and checked the corridor.

In the corridor, a waiter of the hotel was squatting on the ground with his hands on his head. His posture was very standard. It seems that for Americans, they are used to gunfights and everyone knows how to deal with it.

After Fujiwara Toru temporarily confirmed safety, he returned to the house again and began to check the bodies.

“Is it the drug cartel that is here to kill you?”

Although Belmode was still somewhat frightened, as a member of the Black Organization, she quickly calmed down.

“It’s not a drug cartel. Drug cartel doesn’t have such well-trained personnel, let alone running to the New York Metropolitan Area to attack in such a fully armed manner.”

“If they are really a drug cartel, then the heads of the FBI and CIA should resign!”

The militants were all holding standard HKump9 submachine guns. Fujiwara Toru removed a magazine and shook it at Belmode, saying:

“Look at these bullets, they are all specially made armor-piercing bullets, just in case you are wearing a bulletproof vest and they can’t kill you.”

“They should be the Mossad in Jerusalem. I have dealt with them before and can recognize them. This group of people does things without considering the consequences. They are capable of carrying out attacks on American soil.”

“I am a CIA agent after all, and I have no grudge against Mossad. They are not here to kill me, but you. I am probably here just by chance.”

Toru Fujiwara immediately determined the goal of these people:”……Belmode, have you been to the Squid Country? What did you do there?

Belmode’s face was grim at this time. She quickly took out her cell phone and made a call:

“Gin, there is an undercover in the organization, probably from Mossad. I have been attacked, you must find out who betrayed my whereabouts as soon as possible!”

Not many people know that Chris Wynyard is Vermouth, but there are still some people in the Black Organization who know Vermouth’s whereabouts.

After all, members of the Black Organization must cooperate in activities.

Fujiwara Toru looked at Vermouth’s legs, where blood was flowing down his trouser legs.

He frowned:”Are you injured?”