Eren Yeager Kill Count Mga Nobela at Kwento

"How many what?" "How many people died while I was unconscious?" "Elena, you need to focus on recovering…" "How many, Anna?" She exchanged a glance with Kieran, who nodded slightly. "Seventeen. We lost seventeen people in four days. Another thirty are critical right now." The bread turned to ash in my mouth. Seventeen people. Dead because I had pushed too hard, given too much, collapsed before I could… "Stop." Kieran's voice was firm. "I can see what you are thinking, and you are wrong. Those deaths aren't on you. You saved dozens before you collapsed. Hundreds, if we count everyone who recovered because of you."

Jonathan rolled his eyes and then looked at the old man on the ground. "Take him" he said and kicked Victor's body out of his way. He walked out and saw a pile of dead bodies infront of the door. He darted his eyes to Jackson who winked at him. "I didn't forget the body count JK." Jonathan smirked and looked back at the pile of dead bodies. "What was it last time? Ummm 230/270 right, well mine is now 460 and yours?" Jonathan said proudly. "Never mind." Jackson said and was about to walk when Jonathan stopped him.

She leaned a shoulder on the door frame. "You sure about that?" Logan lifted his gaze to hers. "We shot people tonight." She shifted, but didn't shy away from looking at him. "Yeah. I have to go in, talk to people tomorrow, but they said they'd work around what we needed to do here." "You okay with it?" "Shooting at people?" She lifted a shoulder and grimaced. "It's gotten easier over time." "How many?" Kelsey licked her lips and crossed her arms loosely over her chest. "Before the Task Force? I was involved with nine shootings. Seven deaths. I used to know every one of their names. But, now it's blurring."

It would also allow us to call out our progress to the others on the wall. Abel and I had a sick tradition. With each kill, we call out our ‘kill count’. This is even true when killing the undead in our video games. It was a contest of a sort to see who the better fighter was. Even Sam, Levi, and, surprisingly, Alec all joined in. We just laughed as we heard the numbers that were called out. It was all fine, it only spurred Abel and I to catch up with them and stay above them all. It wasn’t hard. That was until we heard the small feminine voices that sounded so much like my Remmie and Reign.

Nadine Johnson (8) - deceased Rudolf Hessman - deceased Wendy Hessman - deceased Maxwell and Samantha Hessman (17) Roger Hessman (11) - deceased Frank Ronalds Helen Ronalds Gregory Ronalds (12) - deceased Lucille Ronalds (9) Jeff Smith China and India Smith (6) Carl Winters Brenda Winters Michaela Winters (15) - deceased Connor Winters (10) Charles Woods Darlene Woods - deceased Christine Woods (16) - deceased Andy Woods (1) Patrick Black Jenifer Black Phillip Jeffreys - deceased Mary Jeffreys - deceased Christian Jeffreys (4) Travis Michaels Lisa Michaels Lionell Young Rosie Young JC Young (17) - deceased Carly Young (15) - deceased Richard Gardner Annette Gardner – deceased. Our pack had g

“It was surgical. Like they were trained by us.” “They weren’t trained by us,” I growled. They were trained by me. Felix met my eyes. “That’s the problem.” Let me pause here. I don’t believe in coincidence. Istanbul didn’t just happen. It was made. Made by someone who thinks Antonioni can win this. He can’t. I turned back to Scales. “How many did we lose?” “Nine confirmed dead,” he said. “Five MIA. One escaped. Two wounded.” I nodded slightly.

In less than a second, at least 20 members of the Eastern Divine Eagles had their heads blown up. Everyone was caught off guard. Yang Xiao also did not expect that they would be assassinated!

“I’m sure they are.” “You’re a little bit of a celebrity among the ranks. A one-mile kill shot is… Well, I don’t need to tell you how rare that is.” Fewer than fifteen people in the world had ever actually managed one, but he wasn’t here to discuss that. “Any further contact from Bryant or the gunman? Does he have a name?”

Even as Eiger's eyes widened at his sunken chest, he kept rasping but could not manage a single word. Then, he dropped to the floor resoundingly—one of Sage Lake Sect's top five had been killed with immeasurable ease. Quinn was left watching as Eiger died for a long while before coming to her senses. "You killed Uncle Eiger! You're a dead man, Frank!" she screamed before turning toward the black-clad men around them. "You incompetent fools! Are you just going to watch and do nothing?! Kill him!" The black-clad men traded glances, none of them taking a step forward.

“Because I’m old enough. Because kids at school keep talking. And I don’t want to hear it from them. I want to hear it from you.” “What specifically do you want to know?” “How many people did he kill?” The question hung heavy. “I don’t know the exact number.” “Guess.” “Ellie—” “Mom. Please. I need to know what I’m defending. What I’m living with.” Amelia sat down. “Five. Maybe six. That he was directly responsible for. More if you count people who died because of his operations. But he wasn’t the one who actually. Who pulled the trigger or whatever.”