Assassination On Mustafar 소설 & 이야기

"Aren't they connected to any of the past attacks you have faced?" "No," I shook my head, my mind racing through the terrifying pattern that had been following Larry. "Help me think about it, Calvin. The first attack happened to Larry in a hotel room on my wedding day to Sasha. Those were human assassins, and they were intent on brutally murdering Larry on the spot. If I hadn't intervened, Larry would have died that day. But I have a good suspicion of who sent those Assasins. But then.... "

“And thank God for that.” Nero’s mouth pressed into a thin line. He knew better than to push me when my mood was like this. Instead, he slid a folder across the table. “The Moretti syndicate took out one of our assassins last night,” he said flatly. “Our best one. Left him bleeding in an alley before he could even make it to Naples. It’s a message.” I opened the folder, skimming the photos. Blood. A crumpled body. Clean work. A warning.

With complete confidence and a remarkably calm demeanor, Arash stood face to face with the FBI agents who came to Nancy and Mehram’s house that afternoon. From what Arash’s sharp eyes could discern, there were still traces of blood on their bodies—presumably the blood of Colonel Hastings, who had just been executed by Arash with his own hands. The man then adjusted the clear glasses perched on his face while casting a piercing gaze at them. “May we come inside and ask a few questions?” one of them asked Nancy and Arash.

Her eyes began to fill with tears. “Is that so? So my father has…” However, Inori brushed it off. "No. Most likely your father is still alive, Alisa." “Eh?” Alisa turned to Inori with puffy eyes. “Nine years ago, spies assigned by my brother Malaka Fatir received information that the kidnapping and assassination attempt on Sirius failed miserably because he was not in Kavko when the incident occurred. Sirius most likely managed to escape. But unfortunately, we do not know his whereabouts now,” said Inori.

said Frank. “I agreed. With Alejandro and Matasia, we killed more people than he did after our jailbreak and it didn’t land us top 3. Whazk was with us that night, leading the mission. They could have pinned our rampage on him, but Andrew is now 3rd, ahead of Whazk. Elders Romula and Xhama must be more important than we think or there is something the reporters aren’t telling us yet. Watching this, it seems to me he acted out of rage. Something set him off.”

His gaze remained on the grave; his promise meant not for her, but for those who came before her. Far away, inside the cold and quiet halls of Page Mansion, the atmosphere was completely different. Damian and Edgar sat in tense silence, waiting for what they believed would be good news, waiting for confirmation that their plan had succeeded. But instead, the doors suddenly burst open, and a man stumbled inside. One of the assassins. His body was covered in blood, his breathing uneven, his strength barely holding on. “They… failed…” he gasped, his voice trembling. “She’s not… normal… Zogo Walton… he’s there…”

I cry out, thinking it’s one of the attackers, but when I twist around, I see Gianna’s face—pale and terrified. “Get up!” she screams over the chaos. “Aurora, get up!” I stagger to my feet, my whole body shaking. I see flashes of men in black suits—guns being drawn right before they let loose—firing across the room at each other. More bodies hit the floor. I realize, dimly, that this wasn’t a clean assassination, this wasn’t the quiet, surgical strike Dominic had planned for. This is a massacre.

He sat down on a chair and crossed his legs as he stared at the lowest-ranking leader who had been sweating and fidgeting the entire time they were inside the interrogation room. He tapped his finger on the table three times to get the man's attention. "Who told you to assassinate us?" Eros asked with a small smirk. He was led here after confessing that he was the one who tried to do such a thing. Dylan, the first name of the lowest-ranking leader, looked up while his lips shivered. He tried his best to answer Eros' question. "I-I did it on my own," he answered as he gripped what was left of his finger.

Anastasia didn't return to Young Estate and instead stayed at the hotel. "Ms. Young, a few bodyguards have just headed to the parking lot and left in their cars." She intentionally bribed the hotel staff to receive Jonathan's real-time updates. This explains why she received a call when Jonathan left the presidential suite. Anastasia didn't pay much attention upon hearing it was just a few bodyguards leaving. The same news also reached Lucas at the hospital. "Was it just the bodyguards who left?" Clad in hospital attire, Lucas, having been shot alongside Jonathan by the assassin's two bullets, fell into the exact scenario Finley had predicted—the gunshot wound was merely a ploy to evade resp

He barely made it a few steps before an overwhelming force, like that of a near-godly warrior, slammed into him, catapulting him skyward. Crash! He plummeted to the ground after a 50-meter flight, a third of his ribs shattered. A gush of blood spilled from his lips before darkness claimed him. "Round up every Dark Shady Cartel member!" Lukas ordered, his hand cutting through the air. "Yes, sir!" came the chorus from 3000 voices. "Mr. Sidney, this is goodbye," Lukas said, turning to Alec with a grave tone. "Oh, and one more thing I forgot to mention. Just two days ago, the Dark Shady Cartel tried to assassinate Master Howard in Mendorra, and let's just say Ciolara is not pleased.