Assassin Nation Comic Novels & Stories

The next instant, the two assassins dashed toward Jate, flanking him in a pincer movement. Jate snorted as he mocked. "What a bunch of craps!" He lifted his legs and kicked out. With two loud thuds, his feet hit Rock and Shin in the chest. Immediately, blood sprayed from the two assassins mouth as they flew backward like puppets that had their strings cut. They crashed to the ground by Lucas Brown's feet, coughing out one last mouth full of blood with their next fell to the sides limply. They were died in an instant.

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on advertising to anyone that my friends’ boyfriends are killers.” “We’re Assassins,” I mutter pointedly. “I can’t tell you much, but what I can say is that we work for a part of the government that is in charge of taking out any threats to our country and its citizens. We mostly accept contracts on otherwise untouchable men.” Sage’s face becomes contemplative as she absorbs the information. To my surprise, she doesn’t run away screaming or insults me. “I...I should go then.” Gripping her forearms, I pull her close. “You know that if you need me, all you have to do is call,” I whisper gently.

"I didn't expect you to scare off the assassin." Chad glanced at Tanner, not bothering to respond, and carried Nancy back to his room, with the little white fox following at his feet. Seeing that for the first time, Tanner remarked, "An interesting man!" Muttering to himself, Tanner looked into the room and saw the assassin with a bloody hole in his chest. "Damn, this Saffronesian assassin failed his mission and committed suicide!" Tanner assumed the assassin had used explosives to kill himself. He had encountered Saffronesian assassins before and knew they sometimes used clay explosives for suicide.

Well, aside from pretty much all of humanity, Michael Bay for crimes against ‘80’s and ‘90’s pop culture, and Winona Ryder for being a brat. Ever since that run-in with Nick, I have been taking informal daily martial arts lessons from Mary Sue. One major difference between assassins and P.S.K.’s is assassins are fully trained in martial arts. I’d never really had an interest in martial arts before, but after getting my ass handed to me by Nick in Duluth, I reluctantly admitted it might be a worthwhile skill to take up, because even before he joined T.H.E.M. as an assassin he was already a deadly martial arts expert. I didn’t want to have to see Mary Sue anymore than absolutely necessary, but

Unless they killed Ashton, there was no escape for them. "While we were chatting just now, I set up a barrier outside the deadly array you set up. I figured you wouldn't mind," Ashton said with a grin. "But even if you do, I don't care. You're about to die anyway. I just hope you can hang in there a little longer and don't die off so easily. Otherwise, I won't be able to really test my mettle." All at once, he shot forward at lightning speed, throwing a punch at one of the assassins. In the blink of an eye, an S-ranked expert was blown apart by the sheer force of the punch, his body exploding into a cloud of blood.

the assassin talked to Richard furiously. “I’m Richard not Bonny Hanzo, yes I’m a highly class top assassin before but I already resigned as assassin. What do you think why I shoot you right now without hesitate? You killed my allied, and now you are the one who targeted my young master huh?!” Richard replied to him. “You! that bastard! Joshua Decker was your young master? What a shame, I didn’t knew that you’ve change your profession from killer to body guard? Even you’ve change your profession your still a killer! It can’t be change! Your a killer forever Bonny Hanzo!”

Even if our mission fails, as long as the owner of the academies gets involved, you'll have no power to resist. "You'll die, got it?" Well, this man clearly didn't recognize Woody at all. He still saw Woody as an insignificant man. "Let me go, now!" The assassin grew bolder. "While things haven't gotten out of hand—" Woody smiled coldly and interrupted him, "It's already out of hand!" With a snap, Woody broke the assassin's neck. The assassin's eyes widened, as if he were surprised. He'd obviously never dreamt that he would die so easily.

It was just like opening a window into a life she no longer belonged to. “I get it.” Her voice cracked. “This whole thing is insane. And it’s not over yet, is it?” “No,” he said quietly. “It’s not.” She looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes. “Why me, Nicholas? Why did this happen to me?” He didn't know what to say. He was fascinated by the coincidence of the striking resemblance of Amelia and Allison and the fact she was the one who witnessed the assassination. Something was telling him it was Adrian's handwork though he didn't have any proof.

She pressed Worthington’s number and waited for the call to go through. “It’s Alex,” she stated when her call was finally answered. “Where the f8ck are you?” Her uncle demanded intently. “Montgomery told me that you were at the first assassination attempt and that you saved him! What in Jesus’ name is going on, Alex?! Who are these men stepping on my soil?” “I’ll meet you tomorrow,” Alex responded instead. “Do you still own that townhouse at Providence Boulevard?” Worthington grunted yes in response. “I’ll meet you there in nine hundred hours,” she then said. “I think I know who you’ll be bringing and I’m not going to ask. Just make sure that you trust him enough to be ready when I tell him

She could not even recognize these people, but they seemed to know her. "I wasn't sure it was you at first glance today because it was dark when I met you years ago, but the more I look at you, I can tell, it wan no other than you, the famous Big B in the world of Assassins." The guy answered with hatred but with self-control as well. "Why would you want me alive then? Do you want to cut me with your bare hands? Or your blade legs?" Brianna was provoking him intentionally. She had already noticed Tatum was conscious even in his position, laying flat down on the ground.