Novel & Cerita Bounty Hunters Salary

Matt yelled. “Yes, sir, I know. I got Ghost on a twenty-four-hour watch; two men per shift in lockup with him. The bounty hunter and his team will be taking some of those shifts for at least a week. I deputized them. They are some bad motherfuckers if I do say so myself.” “Hell, they have to be to catch Ghost. Were they paid the $5000 reward?” “Yes, Sheriff. I cut the leader a check before he left. They needed a day of rest. Two of them will be here fresh in the morning for watch duty.”

The suspicion that had just surged up in his heart suddenly disappeared. "I'm fine. But I need you to help me find out where these two killers came from." "Hold on." While speaking, Donnie Randall switched on the computer, checked the web page, and said, "Just as I took that quick shower, someone offered a bounty to assassinate you on the Deep Web. The bounty is 100 million dollars. By far, more than a dozen killers have taken this task." Qin Haodong asked, "Do you know who offered the bounty?"

The principalities had problems bringing those criminals to justice, so a unique profession was born—the bounty hunter. Although the bounty hunters belonged to social groups, they were recognized by various principalities. Furthermore, if they managed to catch a criminal, the principalities would reward them for their effort. With that practice in place, the profession prospered, and finally, the Bounty Alliance was formed. Their headquarters was in Alandis. Darryl was moved by Dominic's help. He took the recommendation letter and smiled gratefully at the man. "Thank you!" Darryl knew that Dominic had been helping him because of his relationship with Master Franklin. Then again, Darryl knew

She had to go to ORLE—Other-races Law Enforcement, to receive a bounty reward. Last week, she had taken out an infamous ghoul that tricked ten people to their death; waited till their corpses were rotten; and then feasted on them. She was supposed to receive a decent reward for that, as the ghoul’s head had been bountied. That’s how she made her living, hunting down bounty heads. As a licensed hunter, she was allowed to arm within premises of multiple establishments and she could kill dangerous other-races but the evidence was essential in any case and the risk for the jail time was always there.

A chance encounter with a bloodsucker had put me squarely in the crosshairs of Absinthe Raynes and he’d offered me the job of being his bounty hunter. While they were deadly creatures at night; they could not hunt during the day and a human hunter would be able to kill a rogue while they were in hibernate. At first, I had told Absinthe to shove his job and his salary of one-million-dollars a year, up his ass. I did not want anything to do with him, especially after finding out he had been creeping into my past. I had left the mansion with the knowledge of what he was, but also with the threat to keep my mouth shut, or there would be ramifications.

The news has been spread across all the dark networks for anyone interested. Isabela nodded, her fingers tapping patiently on the small table beside Alejandro’s bed. — How much are we offering for each traitor? — It depends on the rank — Ramiro replied. — Fifty thousand euros for each hitman, one hundred thousand for trusted bodyguards, and half a million euros for any lieutenant or right-hand man who brings in their boss's head. Isabela took a sip of her water and gently twirled the glass in her hands, a cold and calculating smile on her lips.

I guess she must be tired from all the running. I sat there watching the news, as the presenter reported the events happening in town, as different groups of people prepared themselves for the man hunt they were about to embark on. The military, bounty hunters, policemen, even the locals... Everybody wanted to get in on this search that could change their lives. Then I also noticed that the reward had been increased to 40 million. As the camera panned and landed on a different of people, suddenly I noticed a familiar face in the background behind the reporter.

"Over the fighting. Over bodies piling up. Over cops watching us constantly. This ends two ways. You pay. Or you bleed. Pick one." "Pay what?" Maya asked. "Fifty thousand," Garrett said. "Twenty for you. Fifty for Dominic. Minus thirty percent we spent on intel. Fifty clears the debt. We walk away. Done." "Don't have that kind of money," Maya said. "Find it," Garrett said. "Daddy Blackwood's rich. Get it from him. You got two weeks." "What if I don't?" Maya asked. "Then bounty stays active," Garrett said. "People come looking. Not me. Won't be me. But others will. And they won't be nice as I am right now."

These agents were the ears and eyes of the usurper's regime, their loyalty secured through a potent cocktail of fear, reward, and the insidious promise of power. Bounty hunters, men and women whose reputations were forged in blood and shadow, scoured the farthest reaches of the kingdom and beyond. Their quarry was Elara, and the price on her head was astronomical, enough to tempt even the most scrupulous. These were individuals who dealt in secrets and swift deaths, who understood the value of information and the finality of a well-placed blade. They were equipped with the latest in tracking tools, both mundane and arcane, and their methods were often as ruthless as the rulers they served. T

Bounty hunters? "I may have placed a bounty on you." - In a secretive location, a group of men in black readied their guns and other deadly weapons. The one who seemed to be their leader puffed smoke from his dark lips. "Let's roll, guys. Maximus Wallington, our target, must be dead. That twenty million will be ours." Many other deadly hunters, disguised on the streets, saw the job on the secretive dark platforms. Twenty million dollars for whoever kills... Maximus Wallington.