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he replied after a short pause. She blinked slowly and smiled. "Do you think I fear anything?" she asked and he chuckled lightly. This felt so wrong, she felt weird toward this man. (Just because he's acting like this doesn't mean he's not a man who killed thousands of people), she needed to remind herself. She's an assassin, and he's her target. Maybe this is why he's so dangerous. He can play with emotions like how he plays with guns. Killing him grants her freedom.

I never hid anything from Alessio, he was my brother and I knew that I could trust him. "You're The assassin? The deadly?" He asked, unable to believe what he just heard. I nodded. I was waiting for him to snap at me or tell me that what I do isn't good but on the contrary, he smiled brightly at me. "I'm proud of you." He said, "My sister is the best assassin in the world. I can't be prouder." "My brother is the best sniper in the world. I can't be prouder." I mimicked making him laugh.

And Dimitrios was stubborn as hell whenever the discussion of letting go of Iris came to the table. Dimitrios returned to his room and sat on the bed after the entire day's work. He was tired as hell because of all the incidents that were happening. He had to take care of Derek. Because keeping him alive was no longer needed. But Iris's sudden outburst made him stunned today. He could never believe that the girl could just run and snatch the gun to kill another one. Who was he kidding actually? The same girl tried to kill him two years back when she had lost her parents. Derek might be right to some certain extent that an Assassin would always remain an Assassin. Because that is what runs in

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ten years later, the headquarters of the assassin and intelligence organization M are in London, England. "What's going on?!!" More than three hundred assassins looked at the organization's annual assassin rankings in amazement. Their faces were all incredulous. The number 1 position naturally belongs to a very strange name: Fire. “No way! There must be a mistake!” Rich, an assassin who has been active for more than fifteen years and is always in the top five disgruntled. Apparently this year, he had c

“Then I guess we better give him what he wants. Rogue, take out the needles.” Rogue gives me a knowing smile before he opens up a satchel and removes several six-inch needles. The needles look like knitting needles, but instead of hooks at the end, they’re sharp and extremely painful. Rogue was the first Assassin that I brought on when I became the South American Board Director. The first thing I taught Rogue was how to use the needles for the purpose of torture. I use the needles to dig them into vital organs, which causes slow, excruciating pain to run through my victim’s nervous systems. It’s a very painful way to die. Rogue prefers to use a gun, but I enjoy my needles.

“Tell her to eliminate the target that can let SWAT barged in and carry out their assignment. If she can find her next shot, let her take. Just make sure she gets them all correctly.” He could hear Gavin ordering Alex, who he could hear arguing over the background. “You wait for my order before letting her take the shot,” Zach added tersely over the radio. “Have her in position already. I’ll signal SWAT to get ready as well.” The hostage incident was finally over after fifteen minutes. Zach was surprised that Alex was able to hit two of the four men, shotting them on center mass, the men’s upper torso accurately. He knew that it was the bigger target and when Malcolm relayed to him where the

He took out the medicine kit he carried with him, then applied medicine and bandaged it to stop the bleeding. Jay bypassed the guards in the library and sneaked inside. After entering the 48 Stronghold compartment, Jay began searching for the register on the shelf. Suddenly, a tinge of crimson on a page of a book caught Jay's attention. He touched the crimson spot on the page with his finger and could feel the moisture on it. Jay was on his guard immediately. A wounded assassin was hiding up above. This was his speculation. In an instant, a ball of lightning flashed in Jay's mind. He exerted strength and smacked his hand on the bookshelf suddenly. An overwhelming murderous aura started beari

It's possible this guy already knows my plan and I’ll no doubt have to take him down before I even get close to Gideon. "There's no way she can find her way back; it's just not possible for a human to track like that.” I have to bite my tongue to keep myself from laughing; the fact that I’m human and not a shifter is making the guy in charge underestimate me and I’m happy for him to do that. Most guys underestimate me and don’t realise their mistake until I have my knife buried in their chest. I’m confident enough in my abilities and training that I don’t feel the need to peacock myself around like most males do when they’re at the top of their field. I understand why I’ve been taken; one as

I furrowed my brows at him. “I meant, good that he wasn’t your boyfriend…not that he was a fucking moron that got himself killed.” I tilted my head at him. He ran a hand through his hair. He looked nervous. “Please disregard what I just said.” I scoffed. “Yeah, sure.” “Good.” He let out a breath. “How many people have you taken out?” Most assassins didn’t keep count; after the first few years, they all blended together. But I knew the exact number of people I had taken out for the last decade. “Three hundred and fifty-seven.”

She was just about to do the same when another intruder came in, interrupting her again! A fight between a notorious assassin against a former military man occurred. Both did not want to lose from one another. Brianna did not waste her time watching them, but she remained cautious. She was too alert that she noticed when the one-eyed man tried to throw a fixed blade knife in Wesley's direction. She was aware of why the guy would do such a thing. If his superior dies, he automatically succeeds the position if he makes it here alive and returns to their camp or organization.