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Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.

She was ranked as the second most efficient assassin, while the first was me. But not anymore. Since my little hiccup with Robert Jones and Victor Sans, my rank as an assassin has dropped embarrassingly. I am now ranked the third most efficient assassin in the world. That’s a shame to me, for I held the first place for years. Now Naomi is the one holding the first place slot, which means she would get more offers with massive cash prizes. “Now, what does she want?” I ask in an annoyed tone as we walk towards the automated gate.

"Or....better yet.....we make it look like a test. A trial. 'We're merely testing her worthiness,' we'll say. And if the test happens to be lethal....well, clearly she wasn't strong enough to rule." "Dangerous," Vex said. "If she survives and proves herself, we've just made a very powerful enemy." "And if she doesn't survive, the threat ends permanently," Malachai countered. "I'll take those odds." "Who do you send?" asked Commander Dross, the faction's military leader. "Zane," Malachai said immediately. "He's the best assassin we have. Ruthless, creative, capable of making deaths look natural. And he has no qualms about killing royalty....he helped execute Az

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.

Mathew reported. "Aser?" Cassie called out. "Babe, do you copy?" Aser couldn't have copied because he was deep in the fight. He didn't shift fully so he could use his hand to hold a gun and a claw to tear them apart. He moved faster than the mercenaries could track and would have ripped a man to pieces before they even knew what they were facing. One of the assassins observed that it was Aser doing the most damage, so he yelled for the others to cover him as he put a red laser on him for Target.

Instead of up to four henchmen in the car, there was only one man, wearing a black hooded sweatshirt, and he had a dragon tattoo on his left palm. “Where are your friends?” Caine asked, looking at the man's tattoo. He was sure he had seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where. Turning to look at Caine, the man smiled widely, showing his gold teeth as he replied. “Dead.” Caine and Isaac’s jaws dropped when they saw the man’s face. The man seated in the driver's seat was Austin Phillips. Austin Phillips was an assassin. Not only that, but he was one of the best assassins in Angeles City. Caine and Isaac recognized him because their dad hired him mu

said the leader. “No, no, no, stop, stop,” shouted Yoshiro when he saw one vigilante moving towards him to open his ropes. “Okay, okay, relax! Don’t fight me. Fight one of my people. Is that okay with you?” asked the leader. “Yeah, I can do that,” said Yoshiro with confidence. He finally gulped to catch his breath. After what the leader told him he knew he was never going to win. The leader outed himself as the world-famous assassin. The whole world was afraid of them. How could a mere mortal like Yoshiro fight against them?

Two powers just like her. Alessia whispered, “Y-You… you’re a dual-core…” The assassin stopped. Turned their silver mask toward her. “Yes,” the cold voice replied. “Because only a monster can kill a monster.” Alessia’s heart shattered into pieces. This was no ordinary assassin. This was someone trained like her. Someone with duality. Someone meant to destroy her fate. Seraphine screamed, “KAEL! KAEL HELP!” The assassin raised their hand. A Lux spear materialized—aimed directly at Alessia’s heart.

He should have seen that coming for daring to ask a question when Hades hadn’t given orders. “Now that I have everyone’s attention,” Hades stands in the middle so we can all see him—but strangely, his eyes are on me. “The assassin for this job is Viper.” Everyone stills. Blood slowly drains from Jake’s face. I drop to my knees. “Alpha Hades—” “You’ve always been curious about the killers of your parents, right?” He has a small smirk on his face as he stares at me, and I ball my hands into fists. “And you’ve always wanted to be a full member of the Nameless.”

How can someone who murders a person be capable of the greatest skill of all, healing? Lucien, I need to remember his name instead of just ‘the assassin’ softly knocking on the door late into the night. I sent Kyra to deal with him but even I had to admit he looked immaculate in a crisp white shirt. He was wearing one of Alexanders, but it was stretched to the max over his wider shoulders and muscles.