Assassin Creed 2 Ezio 소설 & 이야기

“I just need one step.” Ezra cocked his head. “One step can be a cliff.” “That’s the plan.” Ezra tapped the desk twice. “I’ll send you a dead-drop inbox. You drop me MAC addresses, license plates, dog names, whatever you’ve got. I’ll send back doors.” “How much?” Ezra shrugged. “You still have that bottle of Midleton Very Rare you stole from my safehouse in Cairo?” Jack didn’t blink. “You forgot where you left it.”

the doctor announced to her. Chelsey felt that everything around her was now rotating making her pass out. "Chelseyyyyy!" Chad immediately caught Chelsey who was about to lie down on the floor. Chelsey couldn't process the news making her pass out. Everybody assisted Chelsey as she lost consciousness upon hearing the news. Rouge's parents heard the news and his mother smirked. This was part of their plan, to kill Carina. But it wasn't part of the plan that Rouge would also get harmed and Carter would voluntarily surrender himself.

I tapped his shoulder. He hesitated. “I just want to go play with something.” I said. He set me down and I limped over to the wall of knives and picked up a multicolored butterfly knife. I flipped it around, opening and closing it between my hands. “I need a new one of these. My old one is loose.” I flipped it closed and looked at Malachi, he was just staring at me in amazement. “What?” “I just forgot that you are a trained assassin. That’s all.”

His pair of golden amber irises seems to give a faint glow from the light of the crystals in the quarter, while each strand of his white-silver hair glinted like the moonlight. He have fair skin adorned with yellowish scales. The gills in his neck is slightly hidden beneath the collar of his uniform, and his fair fin-like ears faded to honey yellow in the edges. Eyron had already introduced him as his assistant: Auryn Rezart, a young squire that is obedient and quiet. "Sir, the room is cleaned and ready for our guests." The lad informed. "Shall I show them the way?" "That won't be necessary. I will be the one who shall be escorting them to their respected chambers." Eyron replied.

He merely let out a disdainful snort before resuming his long strides, leaving Ziyi behind as she busied herself dusting off her clothes, her face flushed red from suppressed annoyance. Ziyi continued cursing under her breath, completely unaware that beneath those simple cotton clothes that made him appear so down-to-earth, the foreign man concealed a tremendous secret. He was Ezio Sebastian Vettel, a crown prince from a ruling dynasty in Western Europe. Ezio had deliberately fled and exiled himself to this remote place to escape the bloody intrigues surrounding the royal succession. Despite his decision to hide away, his true nature—cold, ruthless, and beyond the reach of the law—remained d

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.

"His name is etched on the core of my being; understand that touching my essence means trespassing on sacred ground.” Ezreal’s POV The sound behind me was small and I froze. My hand twitched toward the gun at my waist just as the voice followed. “Don’t move.” I turned slowly. One of the hired assassins stood there, gun raised. His breathing was uneven, his hands trembling. The kind of man who’d already decided he wasn’t walking out alive.

“Never again. No more flights. No more risks. We end this here. Now.” I pulled back. “Looked at him. “Eze is dead. The double was bait. The real Eze is still out there. He faked his death. Activated the bomb. Sent the jets. He’s not finished.” Damian nodded. “Then we find him.” “How?” “The security chief traced the C2 server to Buenos Aires. Eze’s double was in Kuje. The real Eze never was. He’s been free the whole time. Watching. Waiting. Playing long game.”

Gabriel climbed the stairs, his shoulders stiff and sore with tension. He'd been working for weeks, digging through all his contacts, trying to find anything he could on Honorera, her family, her past, and the price on her head. But he'd made almost no progress. He traced Tanner and Kayla Lee back to a small pack in Ohio. Kayla Lee had been an almost invisible member of the pack, an obedient omega. When her brother was exiled, she went with him. Possibly she was forced by her brother to accompany him into no man's land. But somewhere along the way, they had parted.

I just can’t stand the thought that she let that asshole touch her. The day is a bit dark and dreary due to the rain. Thankfully, it doesn’t take me long to get to Priest’s garage. Priest is a former Confradia Assassin who suffered an accident during a routine mission a few years ago. Unfortunately, he lost most of his eyesight, and due to his disability, he was forced to semi-retire. It wasn’t until a year ago the Confradia offered him the opportunity to regain his eyesight. The Confradia scientists came up with an experimental military procedure that would repair the damage in his eyes. Priest agreed, went under the knife, and the surgery was successful. According to Hunter, he now has cyb