Asesino นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Normally, I would hand an assignment to whichever handler had the best suited assassin. This particular target calls for all hands-on deck.” I dropped the file onto the table, letting the image of Rory slide out just enough to be seen. The handlers were professional, they quickly replaced their confused glances with blank expressions. It wasn’t unusual that we would have to eliminate one of our own, but Rory was unique. “As some of you may be aware, one of our own was murdered.” I paused to gauge how my words were being received. “Selene was our top assassin.” “You can’t really be insinuating that Rory killed her.” One of the female handlers scoffed. “They were too close for something like

The glare I received made me tighten my grip as I shook my head. Colin, who was watching us this entire time, grinned. “Looks like the little lady here isn’t just for show… If you know what’s good for him, you’ll spend the night with me.” Ignacio looked torn. This wasn’t planned and he seemed to have forgotten that I was a man who trained with a retired hitman to become an assassin. I smiled and gave him a gentle push, urging him to leave. Gritting his teeth, Ignacio glared at Colin who was gloating over Ignacio’s defeat. “I’ll be leaving for the night then, Mr Veneral. Please enjoy your time.”

Sean just glanced disinterestedly. “What's more?” “Adam didn't do it all himself, he hired a very famous assassin in the dark world, Sour.” Sour. Sean had heard that name before. Sour is a genius assassin with a psychopathic mind who is very cruel and maniac. He kills his victims with a very mature calculation and can be very cruel at times. Until now, no one knew the real figure of the killer. “Sour is famous for never failing. He will become obsessed with his victim if he can't kill them. And now, he will definitely chase you, you have to be careful because until now we don't know who he is.”

it feels like this peace is too fragile, too perfect. I can’t shake the feeling that something is coming. Something bad. THIRD PERSON’S POV Back in the city, in an abandoned garage near the outskirts of town, Camille straps weapons into a black van. Ammunition clips snap into place. Beside her, a man, an assassin, in all black studies a map pinned to the van’s dashboard. Red circles. Coordinates. Timelines. “The cabin is isolated,” the assassin says without looking up. “Minimal visibility. Three exits. One unguarded. We strike soon.”

*** Sophia and Gena were dressed in black all over, while the other Special Assassinators were all in Soldiers clothings, from cap to boots. "Fix your guns!" Mrs Smith ordered and they all picked their guns and started arranging it. When they were done, they got it ready to shoot at all the fruits tied high up in front of them. "If you miss the fruit in front of you, no more mission for you!" Mrs Smith said. "Now shoot!" She commanded. They all raised their guns, aimed at the fruits and shot at the fruits at the same time. Skyler's bullet hit the wall and didn't touch his fruit.

16 ADRIAN The crumpled note felt like a live grenade in my hand. It had arrived anonymously, tucked discreetly beneath the windshield wiper of my car. The stark message, scrawled in spidery handwriting, sent a jolt of ice through me: “The Dubois case. They framed the wrong one. Look deeper.”

Jack reported. Brianna checked the scent of the tea then stared at it again after. "B, I am sorry to say Charles Anderson's mission was to raise the best assassin to take Leandro Michaelson down. A target they have been trying to take down but has failed until now," Jack stated with shortened breathing. Brianna could hear Jack drinking water. He must have taken his meds to calm his emotions.

While my father flops like a fish on the floor, I take his weapon, kick him in the head and reach for Taryn. Ava slumps against her wall, her eyes wide with shock. However, she looks unhurt, so I leave her and check on Taryn, Blood flows around both women like a pool. As an Assassin, I’ve seen a lot of death and have even caused some of them, but I have never felt fear as I do at this moment. Squatting down, I pull Tamsyn off Taryn.

A giddy feeling filled him at the up coming excitement. The bets kept rolling in one by one until the five he was waiting for came in. Three out of those betted on Poison while one on Freckles the other on Lion. All together there are five assassins competiting in this hunt. Two females and three males. Percy was looking forward to Lightning making out of this one but he couldn't discount Poison. The goth killer was deadly in her own right and her command of poison making her a great threat to the rest.

The man only writhed in pain saying he wasn't lying and Hunter could tell that he wasn't lying and it angers him. Because for the first time, he was wrong. His instincts were wrong. She was innocent all along. Hunter inhaled sharply. He hurt her for nothing. He f*cked up. "Where's Alonso?" Hunter asked him the second question. "I..." He looked scared all of a sudden and instantly Hunter realized that this man knew where Alonso was but before Hunter could make him speak. That man's claws extended out as he plunged it into his chest. Blood spurts out of his mouth. Hunter was able to stop him in the middle but the claws had already reached his heart.