Hitman Cartoon Novels & Stories

They do not fear God nor man. Me Hitman had invited me to his office and that was how I came to see the sadist. I braced up because I have heard a lot about him, moreover, I was ready to fight him with everything I have. He has never missed his mark but he will miss this one I said to myself. There is always a first time for everything. Let It be on the record, I told myself that I, Comfort will resist the son of a bitch.

Hanging up, he then told Hanson and his group coldly, “I don’t care who you guys are. You dare rock up here and cause trouble? My men are coming right now!” Hanson laughed. “Old man Carter, did you call someone for rescue? You don’t even know who these people in front of you are!” Every member of the Carter family cried suddenly with a finger at Hanson, “I remember who this fella is! He’s the guy who Zayn beat with like two punches at the opening ceremony of Siren Security! He’s clearly overestimating himself to be seeking trouble here.” The other Carters who were reminded of the incident began to mock the man. “And I was wondering who this is. A loser beaten by Zayn, I see. How shameless of

The gunman paused for a second, admiring his words again, and waiting for the time to seize his moment. Amy’s back was close to the door. She had both of her hands guarding her baby bump. Something was wrong, and Amy could sense it. “I put myself in the game. Did you know that?” The gunman raised his eyebrows while smirking. “My character inside the game was a transgender hitman who had a female personality named Christina. I’m not a transgender man, but I thought it would be fun to put a transgender hitman inside the game and model him after myself.” The gunman’s throat went dry for a minute when he saw Amy was trying to leave the room. He went back to rambling, hoping that his talking woul

one of his accomplices spoke up. "Oh, please, be my guest," I taunted, extending my arms in a challenging gesture. The man seemed provoked by my words and pulled the trigger. With expert precision, I evaded the bullets as they seemed to glide towards me in slow motion, my eyes keenly tracking their rotation. The remaining two men launched an attack. Both of them were towering figures capable of passing for giants. "The boss says we can't kill you, but he didn't say we can't hurt you," another henchman declared, punctuating his words with a forceful punch.

The hitman raised his gun, and a shootout erupted. Bullets flew through the air, hitting the crates and the walls, sending splinters of wood and metal flying everywhere. Liam and Mr. Park ducked behind the crates, returning fire. The hitman was a skilled shooter, and he managed to hit Mr. Park in the arm, but Mr. Park didn’t stop. He kept firing, his eyes fixed on Victor, on the man who’d taken his niece.

“That’s how I like it. Quiet…” Janet’s voice was sharp. “The main thing is we need to be sure this never leads back to us.” The hitman smiled. “You’re talking to the right guy. I leave no trails and I make no mistakes.” Mandy’s fingers tapped the table. “I heard your payment has to be untraceable?” The hitman smirked. “You heard right. Cash only. No digital footprints. You get the money, I get the job done.” Jessica scoffed. “Money is not an issue.”

Pinto asked in his mind worrying that he would end up on a plate with soya sauce on his grilled and juicy body. The battle begins. Alfi and Boss Hen looks so serious hitting their Fighting Stick to win the duel. Bos Hen controls Jin well, meanwhile that Alfi carelessly hits the buttons that Asuka just keeps jumping and punching and kicking carelessly. (Why the hell I made a protagonist with such hyper idiocy like him anyway?) Boss Hen wins the first round. “Oh no! If Boss Hen wins again then....” Herman said in worry. “I”m sure that Alfi will win it,” Kartika said so sure.

He looked down panting profusely trying to balance his breath and gratefully, he finally attained himself. Huntman smiled and crouched few feets before him "You're starving yourself, I can see that." He smiled "and that makes you weak." He added but before he could breath under his statement, Rapidfire launched forward using the ground he stood as a propeller but Huntman stood upright to deliver a punch to retain him back to his former position but Rapidfire slides sideway before impact and snapped his left hand ready to deliver another jab. THOOM! A concussive force came adruptively that separated the duo asunder like a wind wave snapping trees like they were made of bricks.

I asked eagerly, not phased at all which I should have been. “The Hamstons. When we got here the Hamston cartel was in charge. It was the eldest, passed from generation to generation. They were powerful and well-connected. Instead of working our way up, my brother and I decided to shoot down the head and all would crumble. We eliminated the cartel leader first. The whole cartel turned to chaos. They blamed and turned on each other while we eliminated them one by one. By the time they realized it was us, it was too late…..We killed every single member, every single person with Hamston blood and ties. It was a massacre.” Elio drew in a breath, shaking his head as if shaking the memory away. My

A better man would be wracked by how many times he had schemed a man's murder to his last gasp of a strangled breath, the sheer number of men he'd sent along on their way to Saint Peter—though more accurately it could be said he'd sent them along on their merry way to meet with Hades. He wasn't a better man. And it didn't fucking bother him. He was a VENETI. A hitman for the KASH MANCHESTER. The greatest hitman, damn it. Feelings and guilt didn't have any place in his life. Least of all over this fucker. He should have been more careful about who he tried to roll. The smooth of his tongue was pushed against his teeth as he shoved his gun into the back of his waistband, resting MIRO'S fucking