Assassination On Mustafar Novels & Stories

Well all the assasins he had in the room at the moment were all psychopaths who takes joy in their trade. The appearance of Freckles at the weapon room where Lightning was about to exist startled the both assassins but it was Lightning who was the first to react and before the scrawny killer with a lot of freckles could react his throw was slit and left to fall to the ground with a fixed shock expression.

March 20, 2022. She leaned closer. Private acquisition facilitated under threat. Buyer: St. Trinity Syndicate. Nirvana's heart slowed. No. Transaction witnessed and sealed by Clement Holt. Threats extended to Mr. Jordan Castillo. Prison manipulation authorized. Agreement signed under duress. Her hands shook as she turned the page. Assassination protocol carried out inside solitary. Targets: Castillo, J. Correctional officers compensated. Executed by G. Vincent and M. Kale. Ordered by St. Trinity Mafia.

She didn't want to be surpassed by Laina. At this moment, Camden had already walked up the steps of the residence. He was ready to enter through the gate. Macy no longer hesitated. She immediately aimed at his head and pulled the trigger. The same suppressed gunshot rang out, and a bullet flew from above, hitting Camden's head. Blood splattered on the spot, shocking the soldiers around. The King of Filren was also assassinated in front of his residence. Seeing Camden fall, Macy was overjoyed. She had also completed the mission excellently.

​Before Sylus could leap into action, hurried footfalls filled the corridor as guards ran toward us, their faces ashen with shock. ​The first one reached us, panting. “Alpha Zander has been assassinated. Silver bullets to the head.”

Or maybe Arya was getting the responses through another secure channel. Either way, I didn't need anyone to spell out who the "target" was. It was clear now, painfully clear. Leonard’s death had been a mistake—a tragic, unnecessary loss of life. The real target for the assassination was Marc, and I was the ‘Target’. The thought of it made my blood boil.

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

One of the men jerks up on hearing something and the two run away, dropping his weapon but not returning for it. “This wasn’t an accident,” I say, my blood going cold as I straighten up. “This was a planned assassination. On our territory.”

I took another step and saw the source of the blood… Alim Nassar lay dead on the floor. It was an execution—a single bullet in the head.

Occasionally, when my convoy passed through the harbor, he would stop whatever he was doing and look from a distance. Just one glance. I lowered the blinds. Late that night, three surviving members of an old assassination crew infiltrated the docks, planning to plant explosives along the route I was scheduled to take the following morning. Leon noticed something was wrong. He drove the tip of his crutch through one man's throat, strangled another with wire, then fought the third barehanded in the mud until the man shattered Leon's remaining good leg. Leon collapsed into the filthy rainwater and rammed the broken end of the crutch into the assassin's neck.