Novel & Cerita Assassination Note

Her eyes bulged out in fright at the sight of the gun. " Shush, " Snipper said gesturing with his finger to his lips and lead the old woman back to her apartment. He tied up the woman before going to the window to set up his equipment. The agency has a policy on not drawing attention to their existence and so every assassin must make sure that the body count is kept to a minimum and will not be traced back to the agency. He set up his Barret. 50 Cal and with the bullet loaded and ready. He took a peep through the long-range scope and waited with a silent breath, a steady hand, and focused intensity.

My knife was in my hand before I even stood. “Yeah?” I called out. No answer. I moved to the door, pressed my ear to it. Another knock. Slightly louder this time. I flung the door open. No one there. Just the hallway. Empty. Silent. I stepped out, looked both ways. Nothing. Then I glanced down. A small note, folded neatly, weighted by a single bullet casing. I picked it up. The note was typed, not written. “If you’re reading this, you’ve already seen the files.

Alyssa quickly read it. Her eyes widened. The note contained only one sentence. I acted alone. That was all. Nothing else. No explanation. Just three simple words. The more Alyssa looked at it, the more suspicious it became. "That's impossible." Harrison nodded. "Very." Vanessa had spent weeks poisoning Alyssa. Someone willing to commit murder repeatedly would not suddenly grow a conscience and leave behind such a pathetic confession. The note wasn't meant to explain anything. It was meant to end the investigation.

Selina forces her mind to switch to creating a new plan while her hand is actively walking through the pocket underneath her waist in search of something. A small black-colored note, with "Poison" engraved on it, was taken. She took it back then; in a moment, she stags a trap in Lia Chen’s room. "My initial plan to push all the blame concerning the deaths of two administrators has crumbled. Hopefully, the content of this note could make up for that failure and deliver a little assistance to continue my assassinations." Selina scrupulously flips through each page one by one, making sure nothing is evading her eyes. She was repeatedly flipping other pages until a description of a traditional p

“Hello, yeah, I’m still outside. I’ll be back soon. “ the mans calm voice was getting farther and farther away, until it disappeared completely. Ten minutes later, the door was pushed open. A person walked in. It was the expressionless Anne. She saw the assassin lying in a pool of blood on the ground. She was not surprised that the man was dead. He could shoot, but nothing else. It was a normal for him to die like that. Anne stared at the corpse for a few seconds and began to check the place. An hour later, she found no traces of evidence. It was too clean. Anne sighed. She took out her phone and looked at the phone number she had dialled just moment ago. It was Rodulf ...

"Don't die yet. We haven't captured your leader, eh?" The mysterious guards left a note to the captain. It was written that the target of this group was Sydnee Mondragon. The captain's expression changed and he kicked the assassin. "You tried to assassinate the First Princess?! Are you done with your life?!" He kicked the assassin again and again. The assassin's face was dark while he was cowering on the ground. He was not the only one who tried to assassinate the First Princess. Why was he the only one who received the beating?

Well, whit if I found somehing like this, I don’t think I’d be staying silent, father. I glance back at the corner of the room where the thing was. A note accompanied the . . . hand which flew right on my feet when I threw it, close enough to get without moving too close to the freaking body part. I can’t believe something like this passed through security. “Will you marry me?” I read the note written in blood aloud. Sometthing bubbled within me. It was almost comical, but then again, I wouldn’t expect anything normal from that guy.

I ask, looking at the frown on his face. He lets out a slow breath before standing up. “Don Meyo has been assassinated,” he says, making me gasp. “What? When?” “He was found dead in his house, his throat cut off.” I take a seat beside him. “Where were his guards?” He shrugs. “Nobody knows — they only left him for a second and the next thing we knew he was gone,” he answers. I lean on the couch, “do you think these are the Morettis?”

He looked grim as he confessed, “Annabel may have been murdered. Her whereabouts are still unknown as of now.” “What?” Charmine’s head buzzed, and her expression faltered. Why did this happen at this time?! She looked at Anthony and said, “Did you manage to find out anything? Or is your search showing up blank as of now?” “Yeah,” said Anthony. “The assassin is highly skilled, and he didn’t leave any evidence behind. All of the cameras in the hospital were destroyed.” Charmine frowned and said, “I’ll ask Kay to investigate this, then.”

Or did he perhaps leave? Maybe he did. I turned to go when I noticed an open note which lay carelessly on his table, next to the huge pile of work files. I slowly walked towards it and picked it up , reading its contents. The moment my eyes landed on what was written inside it, the air seized around me and my mouth flew open in shock. "You will die soon Luciano. I promise you. Watch your back" the note read thus. My hands shook with trepidation and I quickly dropped the note, my pulse racing to its summit. Who wants to kill Luciano?