Anbu Black Ops Members Novels & Stories

Chapter 89 When we got down, the vehicles waiting to pick us up were already lined up. We boarded a white BMW. I thought it was only our men who had come to fetch us, but our friends were also there—especially our companions from the organization Ana belongs to, the Dark Moon Assassins. “Bro, how are you?” Alex said as he greeted me. “I’m fine now—thanks to my beautiful doctor,” I replied to Alex, pulling Ana closer by the waist.

Several overwhelming auras suddenly descended upon the entire area, making everyone dizzy and lightheaded. When they finally regained their senses, they were horrified to discover several expressionless figures now standing behind Kaldor. They were akin to the Black Sun's suicide squad. Almost every assassin within the organization was assigned three or four of them. They were disposable pawns meant for high-risk missions. Although these soldiers were merely incomplete experimental products, their strength was still terrifying enough. They wouldn't have any problem stalling prodigies like Penelope.

Remind me to go shopping when this is all over. “And then there are some of us who are trying to do more than survive,” I say as I glance over at Whiro across the room as he proceeds to stretch and try to warm himself up, though he continues to favour his right leg. We all look beyond ridiculous in these outfits, but the men look even worse. Sure, they hide our identities, down to any physical characteristics, but they really strip away any sense of danger. Whiro is built like a tank and is a very skilled assassin, but seeing him in that outfit, and clearly not wearing underwear underneath the suit, just makes me want to roll around laughing.

The leader quickly said, "My name is Mark, an Oskian-Japanese Australian. I joined Blackwater ten years ago and is now M7, mainly taking southern hemisphere missions." "M7? What does that mean?" Charlie asked. "To streamline management, Blackwater has a strict ranking system. M10 mercenaries are the strongest and hold the highest authority." "Why does that sound like some internet company?" "Yeah, they've been reforming management for a few years now. It's now basically a major transnational framework." "And you said you're Australian operating in the southern hemisphere. Why were you sent here? The Maldives count as the north, no?" "Actually, most Blackwater merchants are European and Afric

“Anthony?” Mable looked at Blair in disbelief. “What does he have to do with Joseph?” Blair looked at her and reminded her, “You forgot that Anthony has another identity.” Mable immediately caught on. “Anthony is the boss of Black C. Joseph... Is he related to Black C?” Blair nodded. “I’ve investigated Black C’s background and found that half their arms smuggling channels are under the jurisdiction of Monafett’s military. Moreover, some of these places are directly controlled by members of the royal family.”

“Hmm. You are still standing. Alpha Blackwood told us that you would be easy to take care of.” My eyes moved from their bows to the mark on their sleeves. Death Haul. One of the top-rated assassin organizations in the country. And not just one member. Three of them with their arrows trained on me and about twenty other people who could not fight.

"We don't need to match Kenji's cash upfront if we offer to absorb Thorne's tax liabilities. It makes our bid cleaner." Lina grinned, grabbing her clutch. "Kenji's running out of time. Let's go push him over the edge." Freezing rain drizzled onto the hotel parking deck. Hugo leaned against the hood of the armored SUV, tailored suit tight against his broad shoulders, radio pressed to his jaw. "Talk to me," Hugo muttered. "Two black vans just pulled onto level three," a scout's voice crackled. "Vanguard operators. Eight guys, body armor under their coats. They're waiting on Kenji."

"Have you discovered anything about the assassination attempt?" Zector's expression grew serious as he reported, "Yes, I've managed to gather some information. This attempt was orchestrated by an underground group known as the Black King League. They hold sway across three countries, particularly in Silverboa and its surroundings in Dragoria. Founded by someone named Black King, the organization is commanded by eight formidable figures called the Eight Scepters. The seven assassins who targeted you were lower-ranking members known as the Septacolor Envoys." Listening intently, Adrian frowned. He wasn't intimidated by the Black King League; dealing with these individuals would be effortless f

Suzi had never been interested in military affairs, so she did not know much about it. "They all left around that time. However, Anthony is his good friend and he needs many men when he became the new Chief. Therefore, a hundred Dark Shadow members went back to follow Anthony. Anthony had slowly added more and more people into the Dark Shadow over the past two years. Jasper has kept 68 of them with him, including Elvis," Stella explained. "Yes, I've asked Elvis about it before. He said that there are 68 members in total. I have prepared five tables, one table could accommodate fifteen people," Suzi said.

But, after prolonged training, the members of Nemesis were now ruthless and possessed extraordinary combat power. The old generation of Nemesis members such as Sigillum and Dhrishit had all arrived. In addition, the new generation of Nemesis members such as Stephen Cole, Matthew Collins, Jamie Sunder, and Torbert Octavius had come to Thailand too. In total, there were thirty-three members of Nemesis, each of whom was a supreme fighter capable of defeating hundreds.