Novel & Cerita Assassination Classroom Kaede Kayano

*** At the moment, in the Kanagawa family. Ever since he had seen Gerald that night, Kanagawa Kai’s mood had not been very good. He didn’t even know why. Gerald was just a guest of the Futaba family, so how could the team leaders of the assassins of the Hanyu family fail? Even the top ten assassins on the assassin’s list could die in the hands of Gerald. These people would have a certain success rate even if they wanted to assassinate the president of Western Union. In his opinion, assassinating Gerald should be a breeze.

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.

"Kenzo, what do you mean? This isn't funny! Let go of— " Again, Khanza had not had time to finish her sentence, when suddenly, Kenzo's body just slipped away. The shocked and panicked Khanza could only scream for a moment, before trying to restrain Kenzo's athletic body. She let herself decay along with Kenzo who suddenly fell unconscious. With great difficulty, Khanza reached for her cell phone that was in the pocket of her jeans and called Keanu. In the corner of the classroom, staring at Khanza and Kenzo, Ven's transparent figure appeared. Ven clenched his hands and looked away. The guy lowered his head and his jaw tightened. Tears just flowed and Ven decided to sit back and hug both knee

The line went dead and all the anger she had been brewing on her inside broke out causing her to smash the burner phone against the wall. This wasn't how she planned it. ************* Katie's POV The day went on and I tried to concentrate in all my classes while trying my best to avoid Professor Evan. I had my reasons and though they were deeply rooted in my own head, I still refused to bring myself to make more contact with him than I already did. Before the end of school, an emergency assembly was called upon by the school head, General Aiko Sanama. She was a retired special force major who was also an alumnus of the school itself. Her white hair glistened from the overhead light on the st