Assassination Plot Wow Classic Novels & Stories

Ezio and I hid by the door, waiting for the maid to come before I grabbed her from the back, snapping her neck before she could make a sound. The maid dropped the tray that she had with her, falling limp on the ground as she took her last breath, her eyes falling open as her body became void of life. “Impressive” Cassandra said, looking at the dead woman’s body. I looked at Ezio, who nodded in satisfaction, taking my hand in his as the three of us walked out of the room, leaving the maid’s body on the ground. “We would eventually need to get this body out of here, you do realize that?” I asked, looking at Cassandra who shrugged.

It looked devastating and divine at the same time. He felt its considerable heft in his hands, yet it simply didn’t feel right in his grip. “This is a bit much.” He went back to the screen and tapped on a few buttons and filtered out everything but the smart and nimble classes. He scrolled through what was left until he came on Assassin. It looked sleek and deadly, with all-black armor and access to a variety of razor-sharp weapons. Not only that, but the skills and powers it came with sounded pretty awesome and insane. Tornado Attack, Shadowblade, Triple Assassinate… Just their names drew him towards it.

I said. Dante opened the case with shaking hands, blood still dripping from multiple wounds. He pulled out documents and photographs, spreading them across the war room table. What we saw made my blood run cold. The assassination plot was real. But it was bigger than we imagined. Not just killing moderate Council members. Killing every Alpha who had ever spoken for reform. Including Marcus. Including Freya. Including every ally who had ever helped us. Hundreds of names on a death list. And the attack was scheduled for tomorrow night.

Would be use as an evidence. Back then as an assassin, I always made sure I destroy every proof that I have. Every single one of them, I don't ever leave any trail or something that could stand as a weapon against me. I am always careful. There was this particular book that caught my eye, is actually the title that piqued my interest... The book title is, *The kidnapping of five kids.* This is so gross, killing people wasn't enough, he actually... Kidnapped kids! My father is a real psycho.

Number five on the assassin leaderboard, Midnight Wind. Number six on the assassin leaderboard, Savage. Number seven on the assassin leaderboard, Grim Reaper. Number nine on the assassin leaderboard, Scorpion. Number ten on the assassin leaderboard, Death Dance. Apart from the deceased Black Snake and the first on the assassin leaderboard, the Assassin King, James had recruited almost all of the top ten assassins. “Black Dragon, you promised to give us ten billion dollars.” The Wanderer ranked fourth on the assassin leaderboard requested the 10 billion dollars promised by James.

I strolled down to my throne, each step bore heavy burden. Time was ticking, people had began talking to my face. I needed to shut them up alongside the mastermind of these vicious acts. Again, I opened the laptop and rewound to the engagement party, the part Madre was shot to be precise. Taking a greedy swig, I held back from shedding a tear. Mama wouldn't approve of it. I pressed closer, watching each movement. The assassin's hand was to my mother, his gun stretched forward… behind him, a hand also had a gun stretched. He was on their uniform black sleeves.

The windows, the open spaces, the lack of cover, the private security firm – it was all designed to be a perfect setup for an assassination. The details of the location and the security vulnerabilities were a chilling testament to the strategic brilliance of Alessandro and Lucia. They had not just planned a trap; they had planned a perfect, beautiful, and inescapable end. The false summit, a symbol of peace, was in fact a stage for a final, brutal, and terrifying act of violence. The clock was ticking, and the game was afoot. And Amara knew, with a chilling certainty, that this was one trap they could not escape.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

Even more blood fell with the rain. Just like that, 20 assassins from the Shadow Blade had all been wiped out. They didn't even manage to keep Ashton occupied for ten minutes. The deadly array trapping Ashton naturally dissipated. Ashton turned his gaze toward the direction of the Apex Arena and sneered. "It's finally time for the show to begin. This time, I'll be sure to make an even bigger killing." Wild ferocity and bloodlust surged through his eyes as he formed an even more flawless plan.

If news of this incident were to spread, it would alarm countless people. Zayn smiled in disdain toward The Fool’s corpse then lifted it with one hand as he walked in Marissa’s direction. … Time traveled back to a minute ago when Zayn had killed Satan and the Scarlet Witch using an extremely swift and violent method then chased after The Fool. The remaining dozen of A-class assassins lost their mainstay all at once. Stunned, they were at a loss of what to do.