Hitman With A Badass System Novels & Stories

The act was complete, or so she thought. With his brows furrowed, the inspector said, ‘You know Jyoti, even the most poisonous cobra should be wary of the honey badger.’ He asked her to leave with an imperious wave. The glow in her eyes disappeared instantly, she turned and left the room. ‘She lied to us all the way,’ the inspector said irritably. ‘What makes you think that?’ Rishabh inquired. ‘Experience, my friend. No superstar, however big a heart they have, gifts a flat to a housekeeper.’

“Hey, if I called you little and you looked like that, then I would have an image in my head that I do not want there. Now stop distracting me.” “Colton, I don’t think I will ever be the, but what I have, can you not remember?” “Yes, but once makes it self-defense, twice is what starts to make you a killer.” “If it needs to be done, then I will not back from it.” And that there makes me even more fucking horny, just thinking about badass Trinity standing over a man, with one stiletto on his chest and pumping a bullet in his head. Now that is something I would fucking pay to see.

Steel-Fist Predator said calmly but mocked him internally “Steel-fist while what you say makes sense I think Sword-saint still has a point, killing a child just because of such trivialities seems utterly absurd.” Flame-heart predator replied Steel-fist predator with a sneer “It seems Flame-heart has forgotten the history lessons we got when we were still basic Hunters, the only times glass-eyed Hunters appeared, they almost destroyed the entire race single handedly, unless you want a replay of the Great Massacre I’d advise we end the kid to avoid future troubles.” White-haired predator said grimly

He is meeting someone he will finish with tonight. Apart from being a bodyguard, Oliver also has another job. As a hitman, his target this time is a famously successful businessman in America. His client asked him to finish off the man, and he was also promised considerable money from his client if the job was completed without leaving the slightest trace. By the task of his client, Oliver, assisted by several of his client's men, brought the man to him. Once the man was in front of him, Oliver smiled slyly. "Mr. Pattison, welcome to my hell," said Oliver with a killer smile.

My vision blurred for a second, but then it cleared just enough to see the man standing over me—calm, composed, and victorious. Behind him, Jade screamed as another masked figure twisted his arm and yanked his hair back. Mike was on his knees, his gun kicked away. The others… were on the floor. Motionless or moaning. We’ve been destroyed. My jaw clenched, fury burning through the fear. No one had ever outplayed me before. No one. I’m Alexander. The planner. The hunter. The one who always stayed two steps ahead. And now, I was staring straight into the eyes of the people who had just outsmarted me completely.

# Bonus Chapter 21: Closure The trial had taken eighteen months. Eighteen months of postponements, motions, evidence hearings—the slow grinding machinery of the justice system handling a case with explosives, attempted murder, kidnapping, and arson all stacked together. Eighteen months in which Valentina had testified twice, sat through hours of Marcus's lawyer trying to paint him as a man undone by love rather than a predator who'd nearly killed her. She'd taken a leave from the bookstore the weeks she testified. Duke had gone with her every single day, sitting in the gallery, his presence a steady weight she could feel even when she wasn't looking at him.

Betty paused, “Oh, I remember, you are an experienced murderer.” Hilton couldn’t take it; after all she did, she still pretended. Slap! Hilton couldn’t control himself; his hand landed on Betty’s cheeks leaving everyone startled. He was happy that Wendy wasn’t with him so he could do as he pleased. “I have all the power you can think of! Years ago, I was scared but not any longer. You all will be punished for your sins, I advise you don’t make it happen very fast.” Hilton said and left.

This is worse than it sounds. Note: Host currently has no weapons. The System finds this extremely on-brand. --- "I don't have a weapon," I inform the System. --- The System is aware. The System suggests Host use the quarry environment creatively. The System also suggests Host not die, as this would be administratively inconvenient. --- "Good advice. Really comprehensive." I drop into the quarry.

His expression was grim, his eyes scanning the ruins with the same tactical assessment he'd used in the field. I didn't even have to ask. I knew exactly what he was thinking, and it was exactly what I was thinking. A fire like this didn't just happen. Not with our systems and protocols. Someone had wanted this facility to burn.

If one day the System's sophisticated AI turned crazy, entire star systems might get embroiled into war. The System in fact always addressed him as a user, not an owner. It acted as if Ves was just one client who conveniently picked it on the ground. If Ves' father hadn't given him the data chip, the System might have found a way to get its chip transported to some other person with the traits it preferred. This insecurity made Ves question if the System was using him rather than the other way around.