Assassination Classroom Karasuma Novels & Stories

They both look like dictators reigning above everyone. Keeping my eye on both of them, I signal Connor and gesture to the two targets. Connor moves close and nudges me forward. Just as we’re about to move, a shot rings out across the room, and pandemonium ensues. I glance back to see our assassins fighting and then look back up and rush forward when I see that the Senator and Kennedy Lynch are running away. As I’m nearing the stairs, a man appears and takes a swing at me, but I’m ready. Gripping his wrist with both hands, I kick him in the kneecap, twist his arm behind his back and put pressure until I hear the sound of bone breaking. The man cries out in agony as his body slumps to the grou

They hadn’t found anything nor had encountered anyone. “Still, this feels unreal. He wouldn’t just ask for help and ditch us. At least he didn’t seem like that… Damn you Seirei! Where are you?” and Ayame looks outside the window in the classroom they were in. The classroom they were in was the same one where Seirei had murdered the kappa. When they entered the classroom only the blood remained. It was almost as if someone had carried away the dead kappa outside the window from the second floor. After an hour or so, Makimi wakes up and tells Ayame to take rest.

But he dissapeared in the morning and since then they never meet each other again and she didn't even know the man she had saved from drowning is the same men she saved from died because of the bullet . Twenty minutes later , all the first year students students from class one and class two takes their seats in the auditorium while they can see a corpse covered by a white cloth on the stretcher place on the stage . Suddenly Shushu who had been focused her eyes on the corpse become pale . She just looking at the corpse without looking at her classmates. Then they heard a female student from the class two screams loudly while pointing at the corpse on the stage . Then few of the male students

Meanwhile, the mood at Nasso Martial Arts School was incredibly sad. Rain was sitting in the middle of the room, listening to the reports from his subordinates with a sullen face. He frowned especially after he heard Torsten and the ten elite students from his school were killed in Drunham City and slammed the table furiously. At the sound of a loud bang, the coffee table next to his chair shattered.

"That’s what Cane wants. He wants us to stop, so we don't. There are only two more floors. Let's go!' Thankfully, they reached the 40th floor without any incident. Cassie plugged into the lock, her hands shaking from just watching a man die and exhaustion. Still, she didn't fumble. The light turned green in seconds. Aser kicked the door open and swept the room. "Clear!" They piled inside, and Aser slammed the door shut while Matthew jammed a heavy steel chair under the handle. The armory was a windowless concrete room lined with neat rows of equipment. "We’re safe for a minute." Aser said, leaning against a locker. "Jax, watch the door. Matthew, get the weapons." Cassie slid down the wall, s

Pov Samantha *** The assassination of Victor Tarrant inside Cassandra's secure warehouse was the final, brutal piece of intelligence: Maxim Kovacs wasn't just reacting to us; he was anticipating us. He had allowed us to capture Tarrant precisely so he could eliminate the asset the moment Tarrant became useful, ensuring we knew his reach was absolute. The warehouse was now a death trap. With Tarrant’s body still slumped in the chair, Benjamin made the command decision. "We leave the Marshals to clean up their mess," he commanded, his voice cold and sharp, echoing through the emergency smoke.

Nonetheless, they listened and none of them made a sound. "Go on the left," Ares spoke up, nodding to the left of the door to the dining room which was closed. I nodded my head as we slowly made our way towards the door, each of us taking one side. We were waiting when the door was slowly and cautiously pushed open. Ares and I made no movements an stayed hidden beside the door. As soon as one of the men stepped in, I shot him dead with my silencer. Another one entered just after the one I killed. He was about to shoot me but I was quick to react. I quickly kicked the gun out of his hand while Ares shot him right in his forehead. He fell on the ground, dead.

The way those eyes dulled and how the body becomes a corpse was not missed by me as I watched every moment of life drain from Juma West. In a minute, Juma was no more. I promptly passed out at the most convenient time from the horrible experience. Raoul’s murder had been gruesome but Juma’s murder had been grotesque art. >>Xxx Destiny Aitsuji xxX<< “Welcome back. How are you feeling?” Chestnut brown hair greeted me and I groaned. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with the soon-to-be leader of Luna Services. “It wasn’t how I expected it to be.”

Without a second of hesitation, Karlo threw his body forward, slamming into me, wrapping his massive arms around my shoulders as he rotated us in mid-air. THUD. The bullet tore into Karlo’s torso, right below his chest. A choked, violent gasp tore from his throat as the force of the impact drove us both to the wet concrete floor. BANG. A second gunshot rang out almost instantly, a clean, sniper shot from Cain’s position near the entrance. The bullet caught Lorenzo straight between the eyes. Lorenzo Moretti fell limply over the railing, crashing onto the lower floor like a broken ragdoll, stone dead.

“Where’s Rosa?” “In the inner vault,” he said. “With Sofia.” “How many?” “At least five. Silent class. Ex-military. Vitale must’ve bought himself a specialist crew.” “They’re not soldiers,” Emilia said, her voice steady now. “They’re ghosts.” He nodded. “That’s why we kill them loud.” --- The plan was simple because it had to be: draw the assassins into the main hall where there was space, visibility, and crossfire potential. Seal off the secondary exits. Use fire and sound to disorient them. Then eliminate.