Asesino นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The look on his eyes became deadlier than ever. "She's a girl. The assassin was a. . a woman. And, she was a hired killer always disguised as a runway model. Her name was. ." The sniper coughed blood painfully like talking for so long was requiring too much of his remaining energy. "Her name was. . it was. . Zara. Zara Auclair Lavigne."

Nodding in response, Kai then looked at one of his subordinates and asked, “So, where’s the assassin from?” “He’s from the southeast and his code name is Vulture. Ranked eighth on the assassin list, he’s wanted by both the Western Union and a few of the European countries. Though he’s a world-class criminal, nobody’s been able to capture him,” replied his subordinate as he read out the information on his phone. “As expected, those from the top ten truly are extraordinary… To think that he’s been able to escape the Western Union’s grasp this entire time! With how capable he is, I’m sure it won’t be long till Gerald finally meets his end!” declared Kai as he nodded in satisfaction.

VICTOR Thoughts of revenge consumed my mind, the weight of the word lingering in my thoughts. I stood by the window, the sunlight streaming through the open blinds and drapes, unable to hide any longer. It was clear now that Franco Massimo had been the assassin all along, perhaps defying his father's wishes to take over the family business. Or maybe it was all part of a larger scheme, with Franco being directed by Dante from the shadows. The truth remained elusive, lost forever.

It’s a fragment of a memory from a late-night dive into the encrypted forums where the monsters of the underworld compare notes. Kirill Nikolaev. The name wasn’t in Senator Scott’s files, which means I won’t be a conflict of interest. A user on a Tor-hidden forum, using the handle Viper_77, had bragged about an assassin with a team who could vanish problems that even the cartels couldn't scrub. Someone who didn't just remove the stain, but turned the whole cloth to ash. They called him a scalpel in a world of hammers. They also said he’s absolutely deadly.

Azael is frowning and I feel him press my hand, something is not right. -Hey- I say catching his face. Right away I notice how he relaxes the muscles.- What happens? -I do not like this. Everything is going too well. he says looking around. I prefer not to, as they are not very pleasant views. -And what's wrong? -That we're talking about Harrison Tucson. The same one who murdered my mother. The same one who tried to kill his daughter. My father's rival, whom he also killed. The one that appears to have survived a fire. I just don't believe we caught him off guard.

He was confused. "Callum. He is Max. My right hand”. And he pointed to another man, “is Enzo. The person sitting on the couch with his lazy ass is Zee. And... Where is Saint"? Stephen knotted his brows to find Saint and just in time... "I am here, handsome". Callum looked behind him to find a very beautiful angelic man smiling. Stephen chuckled at his flirtation. "Callum, don’t fall for his antics. He is a devil in disguise. And guys he is Callum . He will be assisting me replacing Mild. Max could you please help me". Stephen motioned Max and he fell out of his thoughts.

He stood up, rounding his desk to where she stood facing straight forward. “There's a man in Mexico city. A very powerful man that threatens my position as the top worldwide.” His voice lowers to almost a whisper, the strong breathy smell of toba**o fanning her face. “Don Antonio Alvarez. You will infiltrate his mansion and assassinate him quietly. No mistakes.” Her head shot up. “Another don?” Darius’ brow lifted slightly. “Are you perhaps hesitant right now?” His voice dipped lethally. “I'm not,” Alina said quickly.

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

She said and I wasn't surprised. I knew she was wasn't a regular person. I knew she was up to something. I knew she knew too much for her own good. "I am a free assassin," She said and it all made sense. Free assassin never worked or belonged to a clan, they get hired to work for an important mission and after that they are discarded even if the Mission failed. They had an immortality card. "I would not kill Mason if you tell me where my child is," I said and she nodded her head slightly.

The rifle was already raised. The assassin hadn’t even noticed him. “Patience is impressive,” Dmitri said lightly. “But you chose the wrong playground.” Dmitri saluted at the camera, teasing Alessio with a smirk. Then pulled the trigger. The gunshot exploded through the hallway. The assassin collapsed. For a moment… silence returned. I exhaled slowly. “Guess that’s over.” Alessio didn’t move. His eyes were still on the screen. Cold and focused. Then the body on the floor moved.