American Assassin Gif Novels & Stories

I was so pissed and angry at his stupid pretense. “I promise, I had nothing to do with the shootings or anything like that. And also, I am not a mafia boss, I—” He hesitated, looking away from my eyes, his gaze drifting to the window. Taking a deep breath, he returned his gaze to mine, his expression more serious. “I’m an assassin—more like a murderer. I do the dirty work for people so they don’t have to pay the price. And as for me, I never get caught. Just betting on clean cash,” he said, and I narrowed my eyes in disbelief.

(Dead Assassin) One of the assassin that wanted to act gloriously died when a bullet blasted his skull right open. It was a simply like a scene of a fish that jumps out of water and got skewered by a harpoon. “……S.W.A.T unit! Boxed in!!..advance!!!….let no one escape!!..”.(Commissioner Layla)

I looked at the other man and saw that he was showing him a rifle; then they smiled, and Amos walked away. The man with the rifle got into a van, and then I looked at that same beaten man. I saw a USB inside the folder, so I played it on the computer. What I saw froze my blood. “Who's your contractor?” asked Alessandro, off camera, as the man spat. The hitman was tied to the chair, beaten, and not defending himself. “Amos,” the man said, and I felt a shiver. “I was urgent that the Moretti heiress be killed. And maybe you were lucky to get me, but I'm not the only one. The contract was open-ended, so more assassins will go after her.”

The figure was hurled away as it landed on the ground, but it rolled over twice and swiftly stabilized itself. The petite figure raised her head and looked at the assassin. A smile crossed her delicate yet mischievous face. She stuck out her tongue and pulled a face as she squealed. "Hahahahaha!" At the same time, the assassin goggled at her in disbelieve with his bulging eyes as he kneeled down, his huge tower like body fell face down ward on the floor. He fell right in front of Hilda and blood splattered every where over the floor.

Another trapdoor replaced the previous one as if nothing happened. That had to be the code! My other spy-bot tailed the other man wearing a beige jumpsuit until he entered a camera-free zone. At my command, the bot swooped down swiftly and injected the tranquillizer into his system. The man fell lifelessly to the ground and I recalled my bots. Allen was right. I can cross the bridge when I come to it.

Until then my fate is sealed as hitman. The man comes into view as he exits the bathroom and goes to stand at the end of the bed where his playmate for the night awaits him. Here's my chance, a nice clean shot. With one tug of the trigger and my untraceable bullet entered through the right side of his skull and out the left leaving his limp body falling on the hysterical and scared sh*tless young lady wearing nothing but red lingerie. She was screaming to the top of her lungs with fear and confusion closing in on her.

He wasn't going to kill her… at least not yet, not until he's gotten reasonable answers from her. “I-I don't know, but it was instinct.” She stammered before gaining her voice back. “Instinct? What kind of maid instinctively knows how to handle a glock?” he asked suspiciously. His eyes raked her body from top to bottom. Alina was undeniably beautiful. Even with her hair cut into a bobbed hairstyle, it matched her sharp features more. Her lips, cheeks and nose had this permanent flush that made her look innocent — completely hiding the fact that she's a bred assassin.

The Assassin said with an evil smirk. “Like you have the balls to do that!” Grace taunted. “Trying to make me angry my dear? Very clever of you, but I am not an amateur at this. We’ve spent enough time on chitchat, say goodbye, Kurt!” The Assassin said. The Assassin was about to pull the trigger, but Grace jumped and push the Assassin's arm up making him miss Kurt. She then stabbed Phoenix pin right into the Assassin's eye. Kurt shouted to raise the alarm as the Assassin pistol-whipped Grace.

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I need to do this, need to hurry up, need to get to her– “Anna is not the assassin,” I say firmly. Gamma James hesitates for a moment before speaking. “Alpha Damien, I saw her above your bed with the knife–” “You don’t understand!” I burst out, fighting off another wave of pain. “This is so much more complicated than it seems. Just trust me. No matter what, I have to–I have to go.” I squeeze my eyes shut, voice heavy with determination. “Damien, you’re in no condition to–”