Assassination Plot Wow Classic Novels & Stories

Antonio lifted two fingers and Ghost and Shade moved like unleashed hounds. Shade’s blade flashed—quick, brutal, quiet. Ghost’s silenced gun coughed death into the air. The assassins storming in barely got a chance to fire before three were dropped, and another had his throat slit open. The windows were shattered from the multiple rounds of shots fired by snipers. One of the assassins lunged at Antonio, but before he could pull the trigger, Antonio swiftly moved and caught his wrist mid-air, twisted and snapped his arm, causing the assassin to scream. He snatched his gun, drove it into the assassin’s mouth, and fired.

“The mastermind got everything ready for us. You don’t have any choice.” “Okay.” Olympias nodded and asked Goswin, “Are you sure?” “That assassin confessed in the early hours of this morning,” Goswin replied. “Someone secretly recorded Master Ansel’s and his accomplices’ conversation in his study yesterday. They were plotting how to assassinate you after they returned yesterday.”

“On a normal day, I’ll take offence to that, but I’m too excited, way too excited! I can’t wait till he drinks it!” “Your excitement is contagious, my friend. The poison is deadly; considering how strong he is, it'll kill him slowly. He'll die a prolonged and painful death. Now that would be worth all the wait.” "That’s true; we’ve waited long enough," a new voice said in agreement with the second voice. I was shocked beyond words. I stood, my ears pressed against the wall as I listened to the evil plot. Although I knew there would be an attempt to poison Ares, hearing the careful way the assassins planned, it made it feel more natural.

“What the f**ck is this?” “Answer me fast, lad. Here, let me refresh your memory with these.” Lorenzo pulls out a blurred picture and shows it to Antonio, whose eyes squint to gauze the image and comment on it. He stared at it for a few seconds, and then something flashed behind his eyes. It was an image of him and the other three assassins jumping into the black van, which was parked behind the resort, 15 minutes before the blast. He gulped and shook his head to clear if it were a dream. But no, neither the picture disappeared, nor the equally scary detective.

Wayne couldn't just accept defeat or let James slip away from him without fighting back,he decided to send assassins to kill Jason and James once and for all. He paid the assassins half of the money they demanded for and promised to pay the rest when they are through with the assassination.The assassins got to Jason's base and entered without getting caught or seen. James was working on his laptop when he heard strange footsteps outside his room,he took his gun and moved to his window to know what's going on.He saw five men dressed in black with sword in their hands entering Jason's quarters.

(Dead Assassin) One of the assassin that wanted to act gloriously died when a bullet blasted his skull right open. It was a simply like a scene of a fish that jumps out of water and got skewered by a harpoon. “……S.W.A.T unit! Boxed in!!..advance!!!….let no one escape!!..”.(Commissioner Layla)

Every strike, every dodge, every snap of fangs was a declaration: Blackwood would not fall, not today, not to assassins, not to traitors. Finally, with a coordinated lunge, Kade and Lena struck simultaneously, claws and fangs tearing into the master assassin. The cloak fell back, revealing a scarred face, eyes blazing with hatred and disbelief. The assassin’s body crumpled to the stone floor, defeated but alive—barely.

I huffed, kicking a patch of gravel like a petulant teenager. With that, we were in a silent standoff. Neither yielding their position. Lucien thinking I'm some kind of foolish patsy stung just as much as the idea that once we returned to Silver City he was out of my life. Of course, the mysterious assassin from the shadowlands wants to be rid of me as soon as possible. I just didn't expect that fact to hurt. We silently prepared to go to sleep, deadlock still in place. I lay on my back looking at the stars as the fire finally extinguished itself. As Lucien began his usual pain-ridden twisting, despite being angry at him my heart still melted in sympathy.

Mayari ignored Jim's remarks as she sat on the nearby chair and place her hand on the table that separated her from the elf. "I'm not here to say hi." she coldly stated. "Now start talking." "You're no fun." He sneered. "The truth is, I don't really know who's the mastermind of this case." "You're an assassin that is paid by an anonymous client." Mayari concluded. She knew the field very well. Jim was surprise that she was able to quickly grasp the situation. Nevertheless, she reached his expectation. "Yes." Jim nodded. "But judging by the amount of money he paid for the Royal Family's assassination and the very accurate information he have about the Royals, there is a high probability that