Best Assassin In History Novels & Stories

Everyone present looked as though they had just seen a ghost. They knew Evan was strong. But they had never imagined he was this strong. Those four assassins had been the Black Sun's top operatives, elite killers sent only after repeated mission failures. There was no doubt they were of high-level combat power. And yet, they were killed instantly. It was no different from the last batch of assassins. Come to think of it, this was the first time they had truly witnessed Evan make a move. Every other time, it ended too quickly. By the time anyone arrived, it was already over.

Right, I killed one of their teammates. Drip. The human impaled on the sword in the dungeon ceiling was lifeless, his blood slowly staining the walls. From the beginning, he was the assassin I found irritating. Because I couldn't get his exact location while he was moving, I stopped everyone's time in a certain radius by using time stop. Only three seconds were stopped, but that was enough time for me to impale the assassin on the roof with the sword that was on my body. The brute strength of this new body is incredible after evolution...How was the man an assassin if he was using a bow? Well, he might be like a sniper in my world so that also counts as an assassin, doesn't it?

I slam into one of them and kick the other in the head, then twirl before the one with the knife can stab me in the neck. A gun cocking behind my head makes me stiffen. Nostrils flaring, I raise my hands and get ready to attack, but before I can, the man behind me falls unconscious onto the floor. Turning quickly, I spot one of my fellow Assassins, Phoenix, finishing off the last two men. The hallway looks like a war zone with unconscious bodies lying in various spots on the floor. As soon as the last man is down, we both face each other. “What are you doing here?” We both ask in unison.

He cringes in pain, almost reopening his stitches. Nixon on the floor of the roof, rolls to the other side of the switch box, quickly getting up and calculating the strength of the wind and distance like the others. This time, only aiming above, not needing to move it again. He fires, again, falling to the floor, army crawling across it and rolling onto his back. "Looks like I win." The snipers that were pointing at the building were all killed. Nixon Driver, also known as the Jackal. The greatest marksman to have ever lived.

"They probably even helped her kill those assassins." Kelvin had a puzzled look on his face. "Judging by the injuries on those men, they died from one shot. It was one against three, so this person must have great marksmanship. "Since when has Mrs. Miller gotten to know such an amazing person?" Ethan said, "This person has great aim, will kill someone without hesitation, and doesn't pose a threat to Liv. Only one person comes to mind." He thought of that man he encountered on the ship some time ago.

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

We locked the dungeon’s door and walked back toward the bedroom, making sure to walk in the shadows as we did, careful not to be seen. We entered the bedroom and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when we did, wrapping my arms around Iris and pulling her in for a hug. The two of us were yet to grieve over who was once the best assassin of her time. She was known for her strength, power, and purity. The idea of her betraying the way she did would have never occurred to my mind had we not lived through it, and seeing that she tried hitting two birds with one stone, and that one of those birds was Iris and I didn’t come as pleasing to me.

“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

Leanunya countered, not budging an inch. Wolferan sighed, before speaking, “I am asking as it will give me a better understanding of why you chose to become an assassin, a criminal” Leanunya huffed, “alright you want to know? Well, I was left with an old woman who didn’t even know how to take care of herself ok?”

Trevor was once Jekyll's best hitman, regarded as Metropolis' best assassin due to his dynamic headshots and eagle eye accuracy. Along with Trevor, there is another Hitman, an extraordinary assassin known as the best sniper in Metropolis. According to Tales, "Dagon's tickle is what tickles your soul when you opened your eyes and found yourself being dragged by the reaper." Together, Kelvin and Trevor become the most feared and dangerous assassins in New York because they are bloodthirsty, strong, and like-minded.