Novel & Cerita Benimaru Death

Dafasi stood frozen as he understood this, and every one of the hairs on his body remained on end. The person who was much more scared was really Marcellus. He was likewise associated with Bentham's passing! On the off chance that he had not kicked the foot stool away, Bentham would have crushed his head. But since he had done as such, he was dead! This wasn't intelligent. This was totally nonsensical. It was generally excessively bizarre! Would the Death Inquisitor be able to foresee what's to come?

Marco's POV He tried to use that opportunity to kill me. Too bad for him, I’d never put myself in an unprotected situation—it’s basically suicide for a mafia boss. Elena fired immediately, the bullet going right through his head. After that, I found out who was backing him—it was none other than Ito Hiro, the son of Kenji Ito, the leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi in Japan.

"Mort Dmitriv Aslanov is confirmed dead." The news brought her gaze now far off, Sumire was engulfed in darkness and fell on the ground, losing consciousness. "Is this even possible?"

Spark Written by Victor Olusa Episode 23 . . Death Note laid on the roof of a nearby skyscraper with a long range sniper in his hands, his right index finger on the trigger and the other hand supporting the heavy gun. He smirked as he watched through the lens, the way the copy of him got shot on the head by Tom and his body was dragged out. "I knew you will eliminate me" Death Note said and pulled the trigger, and the bullet left the Gun mouth and headed so fast and broke through the glass of the skyscraper and it hit Tom on his side head.

Suddenly, I receive a phone call from Marius. I try to control my sobs, but it doesn’t work. Marius easily senses my distress, making him distress too. -[“What’s going on?! Did Adriano do something to you?!”]- I choke out, “I killed Mei Zhou.” Silence is what Marius responds to me. And when he speaks again, he sounds extremely regretful. -[“Come home already. Let me handle the rest from here on out. Please.”]- As I close my eyes, papa’s image springs up. His untimely death reminds me why I shouldn’t be remorseful about what I did.

It had long reached the state where both sides were fighting each other to death. Simultaneously, in the deck of a large ship. A white-haired man in a samurai uniform, two swords hanging from his waist, and clogs on his feet, stood at the bow of the ship. He was staring at the battle on the opposite deck with unblinking eyes. His eyes were tracing the movement of a man on the deck. That man was none other than Ash. “Kenzo-Kun, the most outstanding disciple of your Harusame family, Maru Harusame, died in the hands of that man.”

"What happened, Madame Ais? Maru asked when he was forced to awake from his slumber. "The target has been eliminated, Maru." Madame Ais replied. "Is he dead?" Maru asked in horror when he saw the grotesque figure of the ugly looking man. He couldn't believe that this strong guy who had oppressed him from the start would have a terrible ending like this. Blood was everywhere and his chest appeared to have been ripped apart completely. Maru could feel a lump come up his throat. He knew what would come next. "Affirmative, Maru." Madame Ais responded dispassionately.

"Carmen. What's this about?" Carmen cleared her throat. "I've been meaning to ask, I haven't been seeing Marco anywhere. Did he go on a private assignment?" Mason shook his head. "It seems you didn't hear. Marco is dead." Carmen's jaw dropped. "What?" Mason nodded. "He's dead. He was a snitch, so we killed him off. That's what we do to betrayals." Carmen blinked, completely shocked by the news. "So...so what's next?"

“I have been invited to a drinking-bout by Midzuno Jiurozayémon. I know full well that this is but a stratagem to requite me for having fooled him and maybe his hatred will go the length of killing me. However, I shall go and take my chance; and if I detect any sign of foul play, I'll try to serve the world by ridding it of a tyrant, who passes his life in oppressing the helpless farmers and wardsmen. Now as, even if I succeed in killing him in his own house, my life must pay forfeit for the deed, you come tomorrow night with a burying-tub, and fetch my corpse from this Jiurozayémon's house.” Tôken Gombei, when he heard the “Father” speak thus, was horrified, and tried to dissuade him from o