Novelas y relatos de Hitman: Blood Money Missions

“What kind of life is this? Being hunted until death finally catches you.” He leaned back against the couch tiredly before reaching for the pack of cigarettes beside him. He pulled one out slowly and placed it between his lips. A second later, the lighter clicked softly. The tip of the cigarette glowed orange as Ethan inhaled deeply. Smoke filled his lungs almost immediately. Still, it did nothing to ease his mind. This mission would not be easy. Not at all. “When are we going for the mission?” Ethan did not bother turning around. He already knew the voice. Luis.

Her chest heaved breathlessly to exert strength over her whole body so as not to make a sound. [The mission in question has already been received from another client for 100 million and is currently in progress.] Such a crazy thing. Was a person killing a person a thing that could be requested so easily and insignificantly if only money was handed over? Hyeon-sin's body began to tremble softly with anger and fear. Hermann standing beside pressed down heavily on Hyeon-sin's shoulder and calmed her. “Hmm, is that so? Then my mind just changed. Save Inspector Yeo-ren.”

"Where is my money? Three of my men are gone because of your selfish and stupid plan." "They pulled the trigger. That wasn't the plan." "I need my balance. If Deon should find out about the reason of their death, I will be dead as well" "Better. If he doesn't, ill do it myself for putting me through this.Your men failed the mission, So tell me, what money are you even talking about? I'm giving you nothing." He replied calmly with a voice of whisper. "I see. You are going into a lion's Den. Pay me my balance or else…"

My mind is racing through possibilities, each one worse than the last, and I force myself to type another message instead of spiraling. ‘Miles please just tell me you’re safe.’ Still nothing. I try calling again even though I know he’s not going to answer, and this time it only rings once before going to voicemail, which means he’s declining the calls on purpose. I’m sitting here thinking please just pick up, please just tell me what’s happening, but the phone stays silent in my hand. I type another message, then stop and read it back before sending. “I can’t send money right now but I can help you another way. Just tell me where you are.”

The entire horde followed right behind it, a twisting, writhing mountain of pale flesh and flashing fangs ascending toward the ridge. "Fire!" the mercenary commander screamed in absolute panic. The night exploded with muzzle flashes. High-caliber, silver-tipped ammunition tore into the ascending horde, but the blood-born didn't even slow down. The bullets sank into their pale, rubbery flesh with wet thuds, the wounds closing instantly as the black, ancient blood in their veins rejected the metal. A pale hand reached over the lip of the cliff. Before the commander could scream again, he was snatched by the throat, his heavy tactical armor snapping like plastic as he was dragged violently over

However, someone came into mind, who would be the perfect team for the mission. “Daxton has someone on his team who has a unique talent for detecting danger. I will have Ethan on my team, and I already expect Ethan to fail. With this kind of high-profile mission, I wouldn’t feel comfortable putting him anywhere near it. However, that does give me an idea for a mission that could help.” “What?”

It was only fuel to the already burning fire within. Without a word, my hand flung out and my fingers wrapped tightly around his throat, my eyes flashing pitch black...just like the night sky. "No, everything is not okay," I told him, my voice gravely from the wolf within, "First of all," I started as I backed him against a tree trunk, "Where's the money from last week? Hmmm? Don't tell me you don't have the money or the dope." His eyes widened as he realized this night was going to end badly for him. He knows he'll be lucky if he makes it out alive. I loosened my grip slightly, giving him just barely enough space to speak.

“Who’s there?” A figure stepped from the mist—young, lean, with short black hair and eyes like chipped ice. He wore a leather jacket, scuffed from use, with a silver knife strapped to his belt and a crossbow slung over his shoulder. His stance was casual, but his gaze was sharp, locking on her like she was a puzzle he wanted to solve. “You’re Alice Ashford,” he said, his voice smooth but edged with curiosity. “The hunter’s daughter who’s not quite a hunter.”

“Copy that. We’re moving into position on the south side. Don’t be a hero, kid. You get the girl, we get the drive. That’s the deal.” Toby had made a deal with the devil. To get the resources he needed—the thermal goggles, the signal jammers, the inside information—he’d reached out to a group of “private security contractors” who were actually a team of ex-cons and mercenaries hired by a rival of Laredo’s. They didn’t care about Lisa. They wanted the drive so they could blackmail Laredo’s clients. It was a suicide mission, and Toby knew it. But he also knew that he couldn’t do this alone.

He still can't get over what happened, and he wonders who that person is? And where are his men? “SH*T!” he suddenly got mad when he remembered the money he had lost. “I have to find out who they are! I have to get that money back!” he said to himself. ********** When we were in Manila, I called Mr. Dark because it was Lie's order. “Yes, Cod015?” he immediately answered my call. “Mr. Dark, we are here in Manila. Our mission was successful.” I'm happy to announce the end of our mission.