American Assassin Gif Novels & Stories

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.

He looked down at the content that had a faint shimmer on the surface of the liquid. Alina's attention shifted back to Kenji who was already bringing out a gun. The click of the safety being undone. Alina was faster though. Always had been and always will. She grabbed the glock tucked inside Antonio's holster fast as lightning, her finger steady on the trigger. Two shots cracked. She won and he missed. Kenji Sato's gun clattered to the floor as he screamed, clutching his bleeding hand. Antonio's men got to his own men before any of them could say Jack.

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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The more than 100 men who were there prepared to attack, but as they advanced, one by one, they fell dead from a silver bullet in the heart, fired by snipers who had trained for years for that. Jackson is scared. It was going worse than 12 years ago. The men didn't even fight. They fell flat on the ground. Suddenly, a small woman comes out the door of the packhouse and shouts something that seems to be in a strange language. - Catena, quae collum innocentis stringis, aperi te, (translation from Latin - Chain that binds the neck of the innocent, open yourself). Immediately, the chain that holds me captive opens, and I leap out of Jackson's grasp.

He’d seen all the Jason Bourne movies, too. He took another drag and held in the smoke. He needed to relax. While those numb nuts were crowded in a closet like goddamn fish in a barrel obsessing over a ghost boy, some government-trained merciless motherfucking assassin was hiding in the shadows, waiting to pick them off one by one for love of country or God or Allah or the Flying Fucking Spaghetti Monster. But he wasn’t having any of it. Because he was a goddamn American. And if the rest of those idiots couldn’t see the danger?

"Don't come anywhere close to me" Ava took a step backward sobbing, she thought he was going to turn his back and leave, but her hope shattered when he took another step towards her. Ava had seen his profile and she had decided not to have anything to do with him. Don Drexel Mason popularly known as the snitch killer or the grim reaper, is the most dreaded Mafia Assassin in the underworld, not just in that country he was known all over the underworld in the whole continents.

He felt a rush of pleasure come over him after he killed the Infantry-man. The androgynous assassin put both fists up in a boxing stance. He made his way back toward Amy like a heavyweight fighter charging his opponent. Amy leaped out of the way of Paul’s fists. She crouched down, using her elbow to strike Paul in his ribcage. The surprise blow to Paul’s ribcage knocked the wind out of him, but the hitman was tough as nails. He didn’t let the strike to his ribs stop him from punishing Amy.

A-class bodyguards like them would not be able to fight these assassins! The Assassin’s Creed sent out many assassins to assassinate Marissa. Before Satan and the Scarlet Witch’s arrival, a dozen assassins had already appeared and forced Marissa and the others into retreat. Now that the two transhumans Satan and the Scarlet Witch had joined the fray, they would not stand a chance of surviving at all!