Hitman Cartoon 소설 & 이야기

I wiped the sweat from my forehead and glared at him. Snapping at me, I muttered. "Finally, I didn’t come here to watch you get your dick sucked. Tell me the plan. And it better be good this time. I’m not paying you another cent if you fuck it up like last time.” The hitman chuckled darkly, flicking ash onto the floor. “Relax, Master Fred. This one’s solid. Damien is still digging around, but I’ve found a way to point him in the wrong direction. We’re going to feed him a nice, juicy lie.”

I'd have to commend him on his vigilance later. But for now, it was time to showcase my skills as a hitman. The men's momentary shock at the bullets' inability to penetrate the car's armor gave me the opening I needed. I seized a firearm from the car and aimed it at them. With calculated precision, I took out two of the shooters. The remaining men scrambled for cover behind their car, returning fire in an attempt to catch me off guard. However, I was quicker on the trigger, and I successfully eliminated three more of them.

A cartoon villain? This guy was getting on my last nerve. “Which one are you?” I sneered. “The Gumslinger? Sheriff Tightass? Tell me, what does Diamond call you when she wants you to come beg at her feet like a dog?” His eyes narrowed. “Listen, Gumby,” I snorted, “Tell your boss my legal team is coming for her.” Done speaking with me, the White Hat ignores my last statement. Slapping the top of the car, he signals for the driver to get going as he hops into the back seat.

I mean if you’re going to hire someone to kill me at least hire someone of my own calibre, this is just insulting. Deciding to make quick work of things, I pull Crimson from my ankle strap, tilt his head forward and run the blade across his jugular. This fucker isn’t worth my time. I discard his body to the side and with a knife in one hand and a gun in the other, I get up and turn my attention to Lowell. He looks like he’s shitting bricks. I move closer as I hear the sounds of Mr Hitman choking on his own blood. He’ll be dead soon. “I don’t know who you are, or who he is. Just please don’t kill me. I won’t say anything I swear,” he pleads. Using the butt of my gun I land a couple hard hits

"You know why I call him Bitch? Do you know what he was sent to Sin Pack for? For killing people, and he killed over twenty people at once." I was shocked, and not only a little scared thinking that I had just had a problem with him. But soon Madman's words allayed my fears. "Do you know how he killed people? He's a trainer, the kind that specializes in teaching people to lift weights. He doesn't play music in his gym, he plays 'Tom and Jerry'. One time during training just put on the funniest episode, more than twenty trainees laughed until they smashed themselves to death, and he came in."

I shouted so loud. I put my hand on my chest to check if my heart is still there. I looked at Dhaxzy who is laughing so loud while his hands are both on his tummy. Fuck, I got fooled by their cuteness. I shouted since the opening was so decent and then, suddenly a fucking nail fell and the sign of their cart fell on the pink character. Her face got wiped away and bloods were all dripping. It also happened to her friend but so much trouble. I stopped the video I could not watch this kind of cartoons. "Baby, this is not a cartoon for children. It could make you psychopath." I stated to him. He calms himself down and looked at me.

And the way he made me feel, like I wasn’t just a shadow or a ghost passing through. I cursed under my breath, pulling my eye away from the scope. “This is ridiculous,” I hissed. I steadied myself, tried again. Through the scope, Rafa leaned forward, gesturing with his hand, lips moving as he spoke to the men around him. The perfect opportunity. The shot lined up. My finger twitched. And I still couldn’t do it. “Fuck it.” I shoved the rifle down, rage bubbling up in my chest. Never in my life had I hesitated. Not once. My reputation existed because I was cold. Detached. Professional. Emotionless. That’s why I picked this path because nothing touched me. Nothing mattered. I didn’t become the

“Ah, shit.” “You really don’t know her but you’re up against her. That’s a bold move, Luciano.” The red-haired guy got up from his seat and storm out of the room furiously. Cayne could feel they were wavering. He couldn’t understand why he would take revenge without preparing himself thoroughly. Cayne sighed and drop his head back on the chair. He wished that she would just warn him beforehand, so he wouldn’t feel too pressured and surprised. He put up a fight at first but gave up when they knocked him up.

Hitman: Maybe we CAN get out of here Tiana: How? Hitman: By escaping, The guards will be here anytime soon to give us food, then we'll knock him out and take the keys to the dungeon and then run out of the castle and leave Azrael Tiana: Wow... That's brilliant (Later) (A guard brings them their food) Guard: It's turkey Tuesday Tiana: You call this turkey? Yuck! Hitman: (To Tiana) NOW! (Tiana hits the guard in the knees which makes him lose balance, The hitman uses the opportunity to hit him in his pressure point which knocks him out)

Damon drew a smirk that never quite reached his eyes, leaned forward, and rested a gloved hand on his shoulder. "You know," he mused, "we don't usually waste our time on old scum like you. But…" He sighed, shaking his head in mock disappointment. "You made the colossal mistake of laying your old, filthy hands on her." Carter's eyes widened. "Her? Who is she? I… I am confused… I have no idea who you are talking about. Please let me go." Mr. Carter stuttered. A slap landed at the back of his head, followed by a punch in his gut—which almost knocked him out again. But instead, it made him nauseous, and he vomited the whole drink he had taken a few minutes ago.