Novel & Cerita Assassin's Creed Connor Hidden Blade

“Where. Is. He?” Glass shattered as Thomas dropped two men trying to storm the stairs. His voice was a growl over the chaos. “Rival, make it quick!” Moreno finally broke. “Upstate! He’s hiding upstate, outside Albany, on the training grounds—they’re rebuilding!” My chest went tight. Base Two wasn’t gone. They were multiplying. I yanked the blade free, blood gushing hot across my hands. Moreno slumped, sobbing, shaking. “You should’ve kept quiet,” I whispered. Then I drove the knife up through his jaw, into his skull. His eyes went glassy before his body even sagged.

Connor hailed from a wealthy background, and even if he was no longer a financial bigwig, he was rich enough that the both of them could still live the rest of their lives in lavish luxury. Connor was her only chance. She turned and ushered Connor through the door, looking bashful. Connor strode into the house, feigning nonchalance. The moment Jasmine turned to close the door, he drew out a knife he had hidden and stabbed her in the back. One blow was not enough. He pulled the blade out and slashed her again and again. Even I was horrified by that heinous crime. I screamed, even though no one could hear me, "Connor! You're breaking the law!"

ERIN The weapons cache was hidden beneath a false floor in the easternmost storage building. I stood at the edge of the opened hatch, staring down at the arsenal someone had positioned to be accessible during the summit's final session. Blades. Crossbows. Coiled rope and grappling hooks. Vials of something dark and oily that I didn't want to imagine the purpose of. Enough to arm a small strike force. Enough to turn the crowded gathering hall into a slaughter. "Twelve blades," Connor said, his voice flat as he catalogued the contents. "Four crossbows with bolts pre-poisoned—you can see the coating on the tips. Climbing equipment suitable for scaling the compound's inner walls. And whatever's

"What are you doing?" Connor's sudden voice made me jump. I spun around quickly, finding him already standing behind me with a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair dripping wet onto his broad shoulders. Barry was still fast asleep, completely undisturbed. "I-I'm sorry, Alpha. I was just curious about this sword," I answered, bowing my head, trying to hide the nervousness that wasn't really because of the sword, but because of his half-naked body standing too close. Connor stepped forward, reaching out to take the sword from its shelf. "This sword belonged to my grandfather. It has no special power. Just a symbol."

he asked, his voice dropping into a quiet, raspy whisper that sounded entirely hollow. "It's just a tactical blade, Thorne," I replied, my voice modulator throwing back the mechanical rasp, though my hands were secretly trembling behind my back. I quickly slid the weapon into its sheath, hiding it from his sight. "A custom piece I had commissioned through an underground contact. It’s uniquely weighted for low-light execution." Malakai stopped three feet from me. He didn't try to grab me this time. He just stared at the space where the blade had been, his chest rising and falling heavily.

He wasn't going to kill her… at least not yet, not until he's gotten reasonable answers from her. “I-I don't know, but it was instinct.” She stammered before gaining her voice back. “Instinct? What kind of maid instinctively knows how to handle a glock?” he asked suspiciously. His eyes raked her body from top to bottom. Alina was undeniably beautiful. Even with her hair cut into a bobbed hairstyle, it matched her sharp features more. Her lips, cheeks and nose had this permanent flush that made her look innocent — completely hiding the fact that she's a bred assassin.

The counterstrike came at dusk. The old industrial district in Chicago had become the final gathering point for our enemies. We moved in under cover of a brewing storm. Rico’s teams flanked. Elena handled sniper support. Damien and I led the central assault. Gunfire erupted the moment we breached the perimeter. I fought with cold precision, the months of training transforming every movement. A Moretti loyalist lunged at me with a knife, someone who had known my father. I disarmed him and ended it quickly. In the heart of the warehouse, we found the leaders and Aurora.

The other, the one clutched tightly in her arms, was Josef’s personal prototype: the 001 of the twenty-two limited pieces. If Julian saw it… the connection between her and Josef would be impossible to explain. She’d promised Josef to keep their relationship quiet for now, so she instinctively shielded it. Julian noticed. He glanced once at the box she hid, then at the pink leather watch on display—assuming the hidden box must contain the men’s pair to match it. He didn’t question it. No need. He simply closed the gemstone watch’s box again, set it on the counter, and pushed it gently toward her.

The helicopter was thirty seconds from landing at Victoria's warehouse coordinates when Connor Blake appeared on the helipad below them—not via ground transport or tactical insertion, but simply standing there as if he'd been waiting for hours, and the smile he wore was the most terrifying thing Liam had ever seen because it was genuine. Connor wasn't supposed to be here. He was supposed to be coordinating from a safe distance, offering remote device disarmament in exchange for Liam's neural subjugation. But standing on the helipad in broad daylight with no apparent security, no backup, no protection against the half-dozen federal agents currently drawing weapons inside the helicopter, Conno

"Motivation? Really!" "Yes, you know what we do to assassins that go rogue," he said, signaling the masked assassin to cut me. While he made his way inside, I moved backward immediately and took a fighting position. She charged toward me, and I pulled a knife I had hidden in my thigh and stabbed her in her chest, and she fell. One lesson I learned from Ammy was to be discreet while hiding your weapons. Since I am not as fast as I used to be, thanks to the injury, I need to be lethal while dishing out my blow.