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Leanunya countered, not budging an inch. Wolferan sighed, before speaking, “I am asking as it will give me a better understanding of why you chose to become an assassin, a criminal” Leanunya huffed, “alright you want to know? Well, I was left with an old woman who didn’t even know how to take care of herself ok?”

“His track record speaks for itself. He has had over a hundred missions, all against elite targets, and not a single failure. He has even slain a Transcendent Martial King!” Lord Barbenheim felt very confident. “Dustin, I know your strength is remarkable, but even you should tremble before the world’s top assassin!” Jonah was a force Lord Barbenheim had spared no expense to hire. He wanted to make sure that Dustin would not survive this encounter. Jonah was the strongest assassin from Death Hall and the top assassin in the world. Lord Barbenheim was confident that Jonah could eliminate Dustin.

“Someone explain to me why that name sounds like the apocalypse.” Lena studied her. “You’ve never heard of him?” “No.” “That’s actually impressive,” Lena said. Then she turned back to Arun. “He’s careful with his reputation.” Arun exhaled slowly. “Yes. He is.” Alina’s patience snapped. “Okay, enough mysterious silence. Who the hell is he?” Lena answered. “He’s the best assassin alive.” Alina frowned. “There are plenty of those.” Lena shook her head. “Not like him.” She stepped closer, her boots echoing softly on the concrete.

I retorted. “There are many ways to kill. Brute force doesn’t equate to all of them, not even many. Death was my job, and I found it worked best when you had the element of surprise. Assassins prefer a silent, clean kill. Blood and gore is extra.” He tried a smile, but his eyes were far away and hollow.

Alex took her gaze off the scope of the rifle she is holding after taking the shot that hit straightly towards the felon’s head. She then stood up and handed the rifle to Damon, who stood guard as she took her shot through the clerestory window at the empty utility deck of the building.

He scaled the rocks with the precision of a ghost moving through the shadows like water. I watched from my private satellite feed , the high-resolution images flickering across my laptop like a cursed movie. He entered through the back—exactly as I planned. He was good. Ex-KGB. Disavowed and disillusioned. Just how I liked them. And he had been paid and tipped too because money wasn't the problem and I had gotten the best. Sarian appeared near the window, her silhouette etched against the soft island light. She looked peaceful, vulnerable and fucking . Maybe that was why Don Julio had loved her because he loves his women vulnerable and perfect.The assassin raised his silenced pistol took aim

Of average height, but lean, and handsome, with his blonde hair falling across his forehead. But his eyes. They were dead eyes. Grey blue. Hard. Piers flicked a cigarette aside, exhaled smoke. “You’re not taking her. Not tonight.” The lead assassin didn’t speak. He just moved fast. The alley erupted into violence. Muzzle flashes lit up the dusk. The assassins were precise, surgical — trained killers. One of the Don’s men dropped, a crimson arc spraying across the wall behind him. Another took a round to the thigh but didn’t fall — he lunged with a switchblade, slashing at one assassin’s neck, narrowly missing.

Though the steam and moisture cleared the sand mist, it only heightened everyone's unease. "Only... only one person?!" *stab!* An escort soldier sent to protect the VIP gasped, his voice laced with disbelief, just moments before a swift blade pierced his throat, silencing him forever. Clad in a mysterious dark blue robe and concealed face, the assassin struck with such precision and ferocity that it left the remaining bodyguards and soldiers in a state of shock. The swift and calculated movements executed by this singular figure were solely responsible for neutralizing the trained personnel and the two top AB trainees in the sand maze. Yet, upon being exposed to the open air, they swiftly re

However, as soon as her blue eyes locked with the assassin’s eyes, something happened. The assassin froze. His eyes were wide in fear as he stared at Faline. The only visible movement was the twitch of his fingers. He slowly turned blue and white, his skin cracked. “W-what-?” Such infidelity to your loyalty to General Dana Rein, Faline's mind mocked. Anger surged within her, and she willed the frozen form of the assassin to break his own leg. He fell forward with a panicked scream. The knife dropped uselessly from his hand.

he chuckled. "And it's Niccolò Savellini and Christopher Morris who are against him," he stood up, walking into the kitchen to get more alcohol. "The world's best assassin and leader of the Italian mafia as well as," he walked back in the living room, holding two glasses of tequila, "the second-best fighter or should I say killer and business giant," he handed one to me and sat back down on the couch. "he won't stand a chance, principessa," my eyes slightly widened at the nickname. My eyes went back to her. "Archer can get the Russians on his side. And as far as I know, they're the most powerful in the underworld, am I right?" I nodded slightly.