Assassination Training Mga Nobela at Kwento

Conditioning me almost. They'd continue bringing animals for me to kill until I became numb to guilt. It took quite a while and a lot of torture might I add. Not caring for the death of the animals and at that point they brought people. And then if I refused they took away my water and I was whipped and beaten for it, just like with the animals. I became numb to all killing, feeling no kind of remorse for anyone and for anything, to save my skin. They trained me to be skilled at killing and combat in all forms. Assassinating several people and royalty of all ages and genders, becoming feared amongst people.

" remember you are going there as a spy, you must be undetected. You will certainly get the physical training you need, where you are going is very dangerous that why you are not going alone, you will concentrate more on killing by knife, or strangulation. Learn the game of submission combat submission wrestling, Brazilian jiu-jitsu, or similar. Read novels involving spice and assassins it will give you mental stimulation, learn some tricks and get you to live your life through imagination while reading. That all, for now, your training starts now and I will be your teacher, go get dress, and don't keep me waiting." He said as he walk away with Damon stealing glances at me. She walked away s

“Well, Ancalagon, it seems that your dear mother is willing to do just about anything to save your life, even destroy her own.” The girl is quietly strapping my second shoulder down, making sure that I have some space to at least move a little bit. “I’m pretty sure that after today, your mother will be completely mad. Well, if what I understand about mate bonds is correct. You see, I made sure that your mother would kill her mate in order to save your life. You live, she dies. She’s served her purpose and you’re getting close enough to the size and age that I need to begin training you.”

And I believed them. After losing my consciousness as a child and winding up here a couple of hours after my abduction from my mother's back, I've learned a lot and strived. Now we're getting dressed up in white dresses, getting lined up in a waiting room as we waited our turns to get fucked by the dirty pigs on this place. We were trained to be assasins and after the final combat which took place in the fighting ring last night, there's only a few numbers of us left. And we'd be dispatched tomorrow.

I stood up and sighed. "My nanu made sure that I am very well trained. He got me trained in four forms of martial arts including kickboxing, judo, kung fu and mixed martial arts. He made sure that I get trained with arms and ammunition. Be it archery, handling pistols and revolvers, or huge ones like rifles and ak-47. I am trained in all. I went through extensive mental training to control my mind so that no one dares to play brain games with me. I'm a trained assassin who can take down five men at once and I am not a weak woman who would tolerate anyone's shit," I proudly spoke about my achievements. I was proud of my nanu, the girl he made me. And I would remain ever thankful to him for th

He said before turning around himself and looking at each of the members behind him. “Cain and Abel back here are the lead trainers in combatives. They will teach you the most up-to-date ways to not only kill your opponent, but will also train you in how to detain your opponent. Their mates, Remington and Reign, are your instructions in modern weapons and homeopathic medicine.” He said, and the four stepped forward and watched as the very pregnant women were tucked in tightly to each of them men. After a couple of seconds, they stepped back into line.

The echoes of punches and kicks reverberated through the room as two assassins engaged in a fierce duel, their movements fluid and precise. Adjacent to the sparring ring, there was a section dedicated to agility and stealth training. An obstacle course challenged assassins to navigate through a maze of laser beams, pressure-sensitive floors, and hidden traps. Emine watched as a young recruit stealthily weaved her way through the obstacles, her movements almost ethereal, her body a silhouette in the shadows.

Albert’s men came strapped with weapons, most importantly, bombs we very much needed. My eyes ran through them. They bowed their heads in greeting and I did the same. When here, they were under my leadership, my rules. I stood, Malik moving to join them and waited for further instructions. My years teaching in Lurther’s training camp, heading the assassin’s group, attending events and negotiating on his behalf gave me the skills to gather all these men, address them and command them. I lay the plan for them and let them know they would likely die. Last option pills were given to them. They all had to take the pill in case they got captured.

There's a part of me that feels like that's where I belong, that's what I'm made for. Being a trained assassin for the government's undercover organization. Even though the boys and I burnt it to the ground after our escape, we've always known that wasn't the end of B2O. It would have taken them literally an hour to get up and restart in other facilities that they had around the world, but with the damage we left them in, who knows? We burnt the facility Roman and I were trained in, along with the one the rest of us were trained in and the other ones we heard of over radio chatter.

My heartbeat accelerated by the second until he said it: “assassins.” “A-assassins?” I stuttered, my belly twisting with dread and surprise. “A-as in….” “Yes, S-summer. All I had to do was travel to Siberia for at least one year for training by some of his best-trained soldiers. If I passed their tests, I would earn as little as a million for each successful kill. I couldn’t dare say no. Not with my siblings barely a few doors down, fast asleep after yet another full meal.” “You accepted it?”