Blood Money Hitman Walkthrough Novels & Stories

In his hand was an ornate goblet filled with a dark red liquid. I took the glass and immediately sensed the subtle, yet lethal, trace of silver dust within. The plan was a success. In full view of everyone, I slowly raised my glass, a graceful smile on my lips. “Thank you all for being here tonight. To the glory of the Nightshade Clan, and to peace and prosperity for the entire vampire world—cheers!” I drained the glass. A few seconds later, I gave a theatrical stagger, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and collapsed heavily onto the floor.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

"What is it?" I grab his arm, lowering my voice. "There's a hitman here. We're his targets." Understanding dawns in his eyes, followed by a grim determination. He throws some bills on the table and steers me toward the exit. The hitman's gaze follows our movement, hand slipping under his jacket. My heart leaps to my throat as Anthony shoves me through the door, locking it from outside as we exit. Gunshots ring out behind us, the sharp cracks of sound spurring us into a run.

"So, be careful about accepting your next job." He was so exhausted that he could not answer. He lay on his back with his breath catching. His face was soaked with the blood that came out through his nose and mouth. Where did Fairchild get this hitman from? So weak. I got out of the cage and walked to the dressing room. I unbuttoned and took off my shirt. That man's blood got on my clothes, so I had to change them so Heather wouldn't get suspicious. Jericho came out of the monitor room and walked by my side.

"Teach his bloodline a real lesson." With that flat directive, I turn my wheelchair toward the Bentley, clearing the ruins alongside Tobin. The mafia bodyguard, understanding the exact lethal intent behind my words, immediately delivers a final, bone-crushing punch straight into Bianca's chest. The boy feels his remaining ribs crack under the force, and before his throat can release a singular scream, a thick spray of blood spews from his mouth, and his consciousness passes out completely.

The glass vial shattered against the floor, splashing clear, deadly liquid over the floor. The hitman grunted, driving a heavy elbow straight into Harrison’s ribs. Harrison gasped as the impact knocked the wind out of him, but he held on, wrestling the man away from Marcus’s bed. They crashed into a tray of medical supplies, sending steel bowls and scissors clattering across the floor. The heart monitor’s steady *beep-beep-beep* accelerated into a frantic alarm as the bed was jostled. The hitman yanked his arm free, sweeping a heavy right hook that caught Harrison across the jaw.Harrison stumbled back, his boots slipping on the wet floor, and the masked man bolted for the door.

she said confused while looking at me. "Maybe it's not working?" I said to her, questioningly. "That's impossible. I mean, I've treated many people whose wounds were deeper than yours, but they disappeared immediately," she said. "How did that happen?" I asked, confused. "I do not know. I'll just ask Grandma later, the important thing is that your blood is no longer flowing," she answered. We turned to Knox's when we heard someone shout. My eyes widened when I see the two vampires lying on the ground and slowly turning into ashes. Knox grabbed the neck of the vampire who was already up in the air and trying to get out of Knox's grip.

The middle aged one, walked over to the wallet, purse and the expensive Jewelry, bent over and picked them up while the other one made sure Liam and Kimberly didn't move by pointing his gun at them. "We are getting paid handsomely to take your life, sir." The young hitman bragged, grinning like a Cheshire cat behind the mask. Liam was shocked for a moment, but he didn't show it, instead he just remained calm as he asked, "Oh, is that so? Who is paying you?" Liam asked, glancing at Kimberly. "Now, why would we tell you about that?" The older one asked, as he opened Kimberly's purse and took out everything he could find valuable while he just threw the things he didn't find valuable away.

“Why not come with me and find out? Maybe if he pities you enough, he won’t kill you and just let you walk, without the money, of course.” That does sound better than dying, and Harken never planned to steal the money, to begin with. He just needs to see the man who runs this place and get his face seared into his memory before he makes his grand escape to the entrance and sends the message to Scott to send the police in to clear the place out. Harken follows the guy back down the narrow hallway, twisting through a few more until they arrive at a set of double doors. He pushes them open and stands aside to let Harken walk in first.

Soon she noticed our position, hastily she got off me I got up, opened the opposite door which led to the gym, we entered and hid behind the door, and after a while, a masked guy entered, silencer first I held his wrist and turned it getting the gun from him then punched him as he fell on the floor “Must be a rookie” I muttered I pulled the trigger to his forehead, and he laid dead Carefully I walked back into the janitor's closet, To ensure this guy was the only hitman around, once I confirmed there wasn't, also hoping there wasn't another person hiding elsewhere I walked up to Roseline and said