Blood Money Hitman Walkthrough Novels & Stories

Victor ordered. He stepped out of the vehicle and made his way though the corpses. He turned over those that lay face down and in the process recognised one of the men sent to retrieve the cargo among them. But the other was nowhere to be found. One gunman saw a trail of blood from behind one of Octavio's team vehicle and alerted Victor who followed it into the empty office and behold his prize was there, much more than he expected; both the cash and the cargo. Octavio's hitman bled from a fatal bullet wound at the upper part of his belly and another bullet had pierced his lungs which caused him to wheeze with each breathe.

The latches pop open on impact, spilling thick stacks of hundred-dollar bills across the blood-soaked stainless steel. “And tell him that debt is now paid in full,” I command. “Alright!” Vinnie yells, sobbing into the raw meat, soaked in his own cold sweat. “Whatever you say, man! It's done!” I toss the bloody tenderizer onto the pile of cash and turn on my heel, leading the team back out to the waiting SUV. As we load into the dark car, the adrenaline begins to fade. Max clears his throat, signaling for me to stay back by the open door.

ller) Anita: Are you the hitman my friend told me about? Hitman: Yes Anita: In that case, I need you to do one simple job Hitman: What is it? Anita: (she shows him a picture of Paris) I want you to ki!l this woman Hitman: Paris Smith? Anita: You know her as well? Hitman: Yeah, the daughter of Mr Smith, a popular baker here in Azrael Anita: Yes, I want you to shoot her d€ad, Infact I don't even care what you do, Just make sure you k!ll her, I want her DEAD, I'll pay you any amount, Just do what you know how to do best.

Then “Again.” The word lands like a sentence. The man steps forward. Another hit. This one across my face. My head snaps to the side again, pain exploding through my jaw, my vision blurring instantly. I taste blood again, sharper this time. I don’t cry out. Not fully. Just a breath. Just enough. “Where does he keep his money?” the man continues, like we’re discussing business. “I don’t know,” I whisper. Another hit. Ribs. I choke on the air that won’t come.

With nowhere left to turn, I went to the rival capo, Victor. I knelt at the feet of this man who had long tried to possess me, sold what was left of my dignity, and begged him for the hundred thousand dollars. But I was too late. When I arrived at the drop point with the blood money, all I received was a pile of freshly butchered flesh. After the funeral, I erased every trace of myself. I had to pay back Victor's loan shark debt, I had to hide from assassins, I had to survive in this gutter.

“So, what’s it gonna be, huh? Three million dollars or your funeral?” He said it like he was asking someone to pick between coffee or tea. The assassin grinned widely, exposing a chipped tooth. “I’ll settle for the money—” Bang! The sound shattered through the room like a plane crash. My ears rang and my heart dropped. I screamed and shoved the bed cover over my head. “Open your eyes, sweetheart,” Denver's voice drawled. My hands shook vigorously as I pulled the cover down. My eyelids fluttered open and I was greeted by the sight of the assassin’s body dropped to the floor like a ragdoll. A pool of blood spread fast across the tiles, staining everything in red.

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

The coppery smell blood of the young man I had punched and pinned to the ground filled my nose. One way in, several ways out, and I chose the easiest way to get back to Rose's apartment, in her bathroom, so I could wash myself off that fucker’s blood. She might be back from her date. I could see her collected step as she walked into her bedroom and then her bathroom. She took me by surprise by showing up in here naked; it was nice to see her in her birthday suit, but it wasn't what I needed to see right now; it could spark up the portion of my brain that had her name engraved on it.

I felt the detonator fly from his hand, skidding across the floor toward the vault. He was stronger than I was, his hands finding my throat, his thumbs digging into my windpipe. I saw stars, the room fading into a grey haze. “You fool,” he hissed. “You’ve killed them all.” I reached out, my fingers searching the floor, searching for anything. They found the heavy, tarnished key to the vault. I swung it with everything I had left, the metal biting into the side of Silas’s head. He grunted, his grip loosening for a split second. I rolled, gasping for air, and lunged for the detonator.

It should be enough to get rid of the men hiding in here. I walk back to the door and sink my hand into the pool of blood spreading outside the door. I get up and begin to walk into the maze, my blood-covered palm on the wall. As I walk deeper, I rub the blood against the white walls as a means to trace my way back. I stop at the path winding into a different direction and pull out the gun. A figure jumps out immediately, and I pull the trigger, shooting him right in the chest. He drops down to the ground, vomiting blood before going pale.