Novel & Cerita Eren Yeager Kill Count

Mick was enraged. All he wanted was to destroy Ozark's Yorels Organization. He could not let his men die for nothing. This is even after they had killed all of the Yorels Organization members who attacked them. However, the sudden attack from dozens of men from Yorels Organization killed almost 200 people from Sonar Organization. That was equivalent to four people from Sonar Organization dying for every one person dead from Yorels Organization. Mick could not accept such a result.

The daggers constricted the air as they swung downward, moving quickly and hardly visible to the naked eye. The entire hall was filled at once with rampant spirit energy, causing the crowd to feel suffocated as sweat beaded on their foreheads. Asher's expression was positively murderous. If Wilbur did not die today, the Yves family would be done for. It did not matter who Wilbur was, he was going down for sure. There was nothing Justin Yaegar could not take care of in Eagle City, so he was not worried about that. The rest of the Yves family members were practically praying for Wilbur's death so that Justin's rage would finally end, and they would be saved.

She glanced back and froze for half a heartbeat. Marvin, teeth gritted, shoving every last student forward while turning himself into a shield. Hayley's eyes sharpened. Her blades moved faster, and her speed kicked up another level. "Die!" [Nine thousand nine hundred and fifty-one. [Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-seven. [Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine. [Ten thousand!] As she sprinted and cut through zombies in a relentless flow, the mission counter in her mind ticked over. Ten thousand kills, complete!

The assassin had to muster every last ounce of strength in his body to scream, "It… It was the Yeagers! The Yeagers sent us! Please… Please make this stop…" Before he could even finish, however, he turned and grabbed a dagger lying on the ground next to him, then plunged it into his own chest. Even as his blood spilled and his limp body fell to the ground with a thump, he was wearing a look of sheer relief on his face. He had finally been put out of his misery.

Who would dare hit Wilson—or be able to hit him—nowadays? Yeager confirmed it and showed her the video. “I don’t know what he was here for, but he chose a blind spot in surveillance, so there isn’t much captured. “I’m not too sure who did it in particular. By the time I got there, I didn’t see anyone…” Sadie nodded. “I understand. You can head back to work, Yeager.” “As you wish!” Yeager got up and left.

They deserve better than this version of me. A knock sounds at the door, soft but hesitant. “Come in,” I say quietly. It’s my Delta, Hayes. His usually calm face looks drawn, eyes shadowed with exhaustion. “We’ve finished counting. Sixty-eight dead. Twenty-one missing. And most were from the safe site.” The number hits me like a punch. Sixty-eight. I don’t even try to hide the pain that crosses my face. “Fuck!” I yell in my Alpha tone, making Hayes bow cautiously. “You can go.”

“Yes. If you kill Eric, it will be over once and for all, right?” Clayton’s eyes shrank slightly. He was a little surprised by Cindy’s viciousness. He smiled slowly. “Kill him? Ms. Yeager, you must be joking. We’re in public, so I’ll pretend I haven’t heard what you said. I’m a law-abiding citizen, and I’m about to get permanent status in Mediana. I won’t do anything outrageous. My father-in-law is going to introduce me to politics, so don’t scare my kid by saying these words.”

"Wasn't the Carver ranked #12?" She nodded. "But now, Belle's name along side Butch's has disappeared from the list" Max's eyes widened. "Butch the player killer?!" Anna nodded. "That means both of them should have joined forces" I laughed a bit. Everyone knew once you make a pact with someone both names disappear from the player killer list. Group kills aren't counted. "How many kill did we have last week?" Anna was like our information house. "Sixteen". She paused before giving the breakdown. "Kendrick two, Chris three, Max one, me.. two, then you killed eight"

AZRIEL "I don't..." I repeated, clenching my jaw. "Remember." The woman—Dr. Voss, as her badge indicated—tilted her head, clearly skeptical of my words. But it didn't matter whether she believed me or not. I wasn’t going to give them anything. "Mr. Zephyrion," her pen tapped steadily on the table, "Bogotá resulted in eighteen casualties. Eighteen. And you were the only survivor. We need to understand what really happened."

Grayson continued to speak solemnly, "Yes, the first time it happened was 50 years ago. He was killed by the Mystics' powerful shots from above. The second time he was killed was 45 years ago by top martial arts experts. Sir Lawson killed him the third time. He shouldn't be alive." Chad was surprised. "If that's the case, this should be the sixth time." Grayson asked incredulously, "Why six?" "I killed him once not too long ago. Then, Riker Gerd and Koi Hadachi fought in a big battle 80 years ago. Then today, on Mount Gentleman, Riker reduced this guy to ashes." Grayson was shocked by Chad's words. He said gravely, "Then things aren't that simple. I need to report to the Special Operations D