Novel & Cerita Hitman: Blood Money Missions

Now the most expensive quarry in the shadow trade. Victor stood at the top of his tower. Hudson River below him, placid and indifferent. A glass of scotch in his hand—left to sweat, untouched. His mind dragged him back to that blood-soaked night. The night he’d been certain had burned every trace of his sin to ash. It turned out one thread had never caught fire. The phone barked. “Status?” “Twelve teams in motion. Boston, Philadelphia, Baltimore—all active. Every informant, every street rat. All hunting the Moretti girl.”

the driver retorted as the returned smile morphed into a grin. "Take us back to the office," Black Hound ordered as he relaxed on the chair. Vixen sped through the night street. "Killed anyone yet?" Vixen playfully asked. "You just missed the victim, he took a wet drive," Black Hound said. Vixen shook her head in amusement. She could not tell whether Black Hound was joking or not. "There is a new mission for you," Black Hound said, looking ahead. Vixen perked up excitedly as she drove.

The misdeeds of the humans would instead become food for the vampires who could not control their bloodlust. Alex turned his attention back to his surroundings. His sharp gaze searched every face present. He knew that in this dark gathering, every word and gesture had a deeper meaning than what met the eye. And if Alex had lost his way, there was no guarantee that he would leave this place alive. Alex's eyes were now fixed on the two central figures that dominated the atmosphere - Lucius Bloodthorn, the leader of the Rival Vampire Clan, and Damian Nightshade, the leader of the Ancient Vampire Clan. Alex knew this familiar atmosphere by heart, where the presence of the two central figures alw

The night echoed with the muffled sounds of the struggle, a symphony of conflict playing out in the shadows. As we approached the main entrance, Yaz's voice came through the earpiece. "The path is clear. Moving inside." The warehouse loomed before us, a fortress of secrets guarded by Mikhail's loyal enforcers. The real battle lay ahead. The doors creaked open, revealing the dimly lit expanse within. Crates and barrels, the currency of the underworld, stood as silent witnesses to the imminent clash. Suddenly, shots rang out, breaking the silence. The firefight erupted, each gunshot a note in the clashing melody of battle. We moved with practiced precision, cutting through Mikhail's defenses l

The hitman answered. "Oh! That's such a great news." Debbie exclaimed, excited. "Good, now I need my complete payment immediately." The hitman said. "I want us to meet so I can give you the money don't want anything that will link us together that will lead the Police to start investigating me," Debbie replied. "Okay, I will text you an address. Meet me there and come with the full money." The hitman warned. "Money is not the problem." Debbie sat and ended the call.

"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.

After several more minutes, Axel returned to the driver’s seat and revved the engine. “Let’s get you home,” He said, momentarily swaying his gaze over to stare at me in the mirror. I notice Amy shift in her seat, her eyes focused on the road even as the car hit the road. HUNTER The man's eyes traveled from mine to Scarlet's. "Scarlet, get up" he commanded. She does what she's told, and I shoot her a dangerous glare to say I'm about to punish her for what she did. What does she think she's doing? Trying to frame me a rapist?

The blonde man frowned as he said, "Please, Sir—our men in Japan are still MIA. All we have left are logistics and support, who can't fight to save their own skin. We need someone who can actually get the job done if we are to try a second time, and that means strong outsourcing." The white-haired geezer nodded. "In that case, start looking! Where there's money, there's a way. Post a fat bounty, and people will die for it if they have to! Let's call the yakuza or whatever assassin guilds they have over there… I don't know about the latter, but we can go for the Yamaguchi-gai, can't we? They're quite the formidable force over there, aren't they? So, tell them that if they can take Tanya Sweet

John replied wiping his lips of the blood stained on it. "250 kills...Never missed his target...He is cold...he is heartless... top Hitman...Vladmir Ditri." Kim elucidated. "The only match for Abel" "Then bring him over!!" "Bringing a top assassin from Russia involves more than a million dollars" Kim scoffed. "Name your price...The inevitable 5 is rich" John replied with a bit of pride, working for such powerful people. "10 million" "Deal!" John replied. "Fly him over tomorrow. Abel's head must roll by next tomorrow!"...

And since he was bald and shaved off all his facial hair, he didn't look a day over fifty. Hunter took a seat opposite Hector and Joe took the seat next to Hunter. Hector regarded them for a few seconds before speaking. “So, what happened?” Hector was asking the both of them but in actual fact, Hunter was the one being addressed. Hunter cleared his throat and said, “The mission was successful, sir.” “I know. But there were two gunshots. Did you kill the kid too?” “No, sir.” “So what happened?" Joe and Hunter exchanged looks. "Well, the boy came downstairs while you were still talking to Grayman and then Grayman pulled out a gun and aimed it at me.”