Novel & Cerita Assassination Classroom Karasuma

I shook my head and increased my pace, trying to keep up with Edwin's long strides as he turned left. Soon enough, we were standing in front of a black mahogany door. He knocked on the door and waited. "Come in." A deep and low voice answered from inside. Shivers wracked my whole body and cleared my throat for the hundredth time this morning. The voice held so much authority and masculinity. "Alright, Miss Kayla. You may go in now. Mr. Marcello is ready to see you," Edwin announced, and I swallowed. Hard. I nodded my head and thanked him.

I slam into one of them and kick the other in the head, then twirl before the one with the knife can stab me in the neck. A gun cocking behind my head makes me stiffen. Nostrils flaring, I raise my hands and get ready to attack, but before I can, the man behind me falls unconscious onto the floor. Turning quickly, I spot one of my fellow Assassins, Phoenix, finishing off the last two men. The hallway looks like a war zone with unconscious bodies lying in various spots on the floor. As soon as the last man is down, we both face each other. “What are you doing here?” We both ask in unison.

As though momentarily, she wasn’t able to hear anything, and all she had felt was the shot of slithering pain drawing behind her, taking all of her senses. “Anderson!!” Max yelled, rushing down to help her. Iris gasped for air, her chest felt stuffy like bags of heavy grains blocking the airways. Spinning around slowly, she saw one of the assassins holding the katana thrust into her waist beside her spinal cord. She staggered backwards away from him, and groaned in pain when she tried to pull the sword off of her. Her vision blurred watching Max pick up a machine gun and pointed it at the assassins who moved wearily around him. “Max…”

"I was content as a shadow. I did not feel hunger or cold or fear. I simply was." "You were not living." Elif's voice was gentle. "You were existing. There is a difference." Kara was silent for a long moment. Then she laughed, a soft, surprised sound. "You sound like Niklas." "Niklas sounds like me. I taught him everything he knows." "He would deny that." "He would." Elif smiled. "But he would be lying." The assassins came on a moonless night.

"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.

They had stepped into a trap. Alina stood beside the car, adrenaline surging through her veins. This was different from anything she had experienced before. This wasn’t politics. This wasn’t manipulation. This was war. Real war. A bullet slammed into the pavement inches from her foot. “Down,” Arun said calmly. He pulled her slightly behind the car door as another burst of gunfire split the air. One of the assassins sprinted toward them, raising his weapon. Arun didn’t even hesitate. His pistol appeared in his hand almost lazily.

As the realization dawned that she was under Satan's influence, a palpable sense of dread settled over the assembled assassins. The subsequent events unfolded in agonizing slow motion. The lady's movements seemed to defy time itself as she revealed the bomb strapped to her chest. The faint beeping of the device filled the chamber, creating a dissonant symphony of impending destruction. The assassins, caught in a paralyzing moment of disbelief, scrambled to react, but their efforts were futile.

Morry called him as he suddenly entered the room where Assi was. He immediately stood up when he saw him. "What happened? Do you know who those people are who want to kill me?" he immediately asked him. Morry nodded softly. "It was Prince Karim's men who attacked us, Your Majesty. Only one of those assassins that we caught confessed and the other committed suicide by swallowing the poison under their tongues. Those assassins are sacrificial," Morry explained to him.

Yigor complains in a low voice, as they move within the shadows. "I have the remote control for two, but those I will use in the auditorium." Vladimir casually remarks as he finishes planting the bomb on the last 5th floor. Immediately, the three assassins sense someone heading toward the corridor where they were hidden in. They heard the distinct conversation between two men. "I suhhhwore...I mean such wear I saw innnntruderrrrs." Hiccups an intoxicated male's voice. "Cameras don't lay, I mean to lie!"

In a scythe road, the car fell on the cliff and a huge cloud of dark smoke rose to the sky, and there appeared Klauss who followed them carrying Sumire in his arms, Mort and Bjorn hovering in the air watching how the car exploded and engulfed by flames. "Ah, now Narco's innocence has been proven. I mean there is no history of where black and white wolves get along. So, it's impossible the boy is an accomplice. Maybe it's just a coincidence that he's there on Sumire's campus. You should visit him and apologize." Bjorn said. He could smell the burning flesh in the air. Klauss, on the other hand, twitched his face in disgust.