God of Auto Repair in the Conan World

A bomber clutching a city-leveling detonator hijacks a car in desperation—only to find himself trapped the instant he slides into the driver's seat. The vehicle itself becomes his prison, morphing around him like a living thing. Outside the window, calm hands pluck away his weapon. "Matsuda, disarm this thing. And don't forget to wash the blood off my upholstery." In a world where detective cases turn deadly and bombs lurk around every corner, one man's genius isn't deduction—it's engineering miracles under the hood.