Hitman System Novels & Stories

Looking through the large window, she saw an hotel across the parking lot, which she could easily set up in, but the random movement of people in the room meant that there a likelyhood that she would be obstructed while trying to hit her mark. “We’re raising the entry f*e for the third round to three hundred dollars.” The commentator announced. Surprisingly, Kimberly was still in the game, despite paying little attention to what was going on in front of her. She counted an extra hundred dollars worth of chips and pushed it across the board, just as the other three players had done. If she was to do a perfect job, she’ll have to make her shot when her target was still in the parking lot, whic

He could feel how much I still wanted him, and he was getting high off it. “Sapphire, are you there?” Alessia’s voice hit me like a cold bucket of water, and I gasped before I could stop myself. Nico didn’t flinch. His grin deepened, and then he leaned in like he was about to finish what he started. His breath hit my skin and I shivered. I didn’t mean to. But my body still remembered him. Too well. I hated it. I hated how easy it was to react to him, to melt, even now.

“True. You’re the friends of Player 001. The ones hiding in the blind spots.” “What are you inside the system?” Daniel asked, watching Hawkins’s hands carefully. “A regular person can’t knock out someone like Ara with one hit. What’s your class?” Hawkins ignored the question and waved it away. He stood up and walked toward the wall. “Humans have always been afraid of change,” he said, sounding like he was giving a speech. “They fight it, they make laws against it, but they keep starting it anyway. The virus is just the system cleaning out old code. And I am the one who compiles it.”

“It obvious but not bad. Most die within the first ten minutes.” “Great pep talk,” I muttered. Her lips twitched. “You’ll need sarcasm where you’re going.” She reached behind her and grabbed something from a glowing locker a sleek, transparent phone that shimmered like glass. She handed it to me. “This is your link to the System,” she said. “Tracks your vitals, updates your missions, and connects you with your assigned squad. Don’t lose it. It can’t be replaced.” I turned it over in my hand. “It’s see-through.” i muttered in amazement.

Completely put her entire system to work, work hard so she can finish this mission up earlier than what most people or things living on Earth or in Mysterious force had expected. 'Dip! Male Lead Hostility decrease to 100%. Strive to blank (0%) the Male Lead Hostile Host 019. Good luck Host' The Hostility turned into normal numbers where beginners had to have once again, completely made the system speechless and dumbfounded. The system again "..." system was silent for a while and soon gave out a sigh like an old man disappointed but suppressed to be straight at the point. ''Um, this thing that you called is suddenly formatting Host 019" system 019 coldly replied.

One good stab would send him right back to where he wanted to be. Closing his eyes, Zen aimed for the neck and plunged the dagger deeply with both hands. However, nothing happened. “Huh?” Damian blinked. “Did you miss?” Looking at the dagger, Zen tilted his head in confusion. However, the system notification helped to clarify his questions. “I think you’d have to exercise those legs and head back to town,” he informed Damian. “You might as well do it while I prepare dinner early. Friendly fire is disabled.” Hearing how murder in the game was also prohibited, more forcefully than the school rules, Damian protested.

From my peripheral vision, I saw one of the guys earlier pointing a gun at Julian. “No…no… Not Julian, please… Not him," I pleaded as the tears pooled from the corner of my irises, “P-please don’t kill him, he’s already old. Please spare him,” I added while trying to struggle so hard from my nanny whom I once trusted so much. My visions are getting blurry from crying as the drug that was put on the handkerchief was taking effect on me. Before I passed out, my eyes widened as I saw a black-haired guy appeared out of nowhere and whispered something to the bad guy pointing a gun at Julian that made him pull the trigger.

“Please don’t.” He looked at her. She was braced against the refrigerator, one hand pressed to her stomach, her face streaked red, her eyes on him. “He would have killed you.” “Please.” He held Tanner’s gaze for one more second — the man was still conscious, still fighting the grip, eyes wild — and then shifted his hand to the carotid and applied pressure with the precision of someone who knew exactly what he was doing. Tanner’s eyes rolled back. His body went slack.

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

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken from at the age of 19. Well known