Hitman With A Badass System Novels & Stories

It had purged the real Bryan once and for all. "Nice try," he said. His voice was cold, deep, and sounded like a thousand machines talking at once. "But the system has a firewall against empathy. You cannot win with feelings, Hazel. You can only win with force." He raised the gun again, but this time, he didn't point it at me. He pointed it at the ground beneath my feet. "If I cannot delete you," he said, "I will drop you into the core." The ground beneath me cracked. A massive, glowing hole opened up, revealing the inner workings of the city’s power grid—a swirling pit of pure, blue energy that looked like a hungry mouth.

“But there are levels to this game, Henrique.” I took a step forward. “Return the shipment you hijacked. Or be ready to be torn alive.” Henrique spat on the ground near my boot. He laughed, taunting me. “Go on. I dare you. Do your worst.” I tilted my head. “As you wish.” I didn’t even have to signal. The clearing erupted into a total disorder. Bodies collided; the sound of fists hitting the enemy’s flesh; the snarls of wolves filling the air.

Pulled out a small, black unit. The master drive. He held it between his fingers like a trophy. “I am the drive.” Savannah’s heart stopped. “No…” she whispered. “You linked it to yourself?” “Indeed,” Harrison purred. “My body is the encryption key. My heartbeat completes the circuit. My death is the only way to shut it all down.” Jackson froze. Savannah whispered, “You’re insane.” Harrison stepped closer, eyes glittering. “Insane? No. I’m inevitable. Kill me, and the entire system collapses you lose everything. Spare me, and I complete the purge anyway.”

"A hitman is someone employed to kill other people for credits. You're not cut out to do this." I don't recall how I did it but my persistence and stubbornness had Nash compromising to teach me the skills of a hitman with the promise that I would never take on a job to kill. In return, I was to pay my lesson fees in Pantiumite. "You're one stubborn little brat you know that?" I could only muster a silly smile. Nash shook his head at my goofy reaction. "So? What did you find out about me from the system so you nicely hacked?"

“I’m okay with either. You?” She narrowed her eyes. It was her thinking face.”Well, Deadpool one is a romance between two damaged people where one leaves the other because he’s embarrassed by his change of appearance due to a controversial cancer treatment, Deadpool two is about a messed up guy dealing with the death of his girlfriend, and Hitman’s Bodyguard has Samuel L. Jackson in a messed up but devoted relationship. Plus, Gary Oldman. I say we go with Hitman’s Bodyguard.”

It was a level of ruthless gameplay that terrified Noah to his core. "We bought ourselves seventy-two hours of invisibility," Jessica stated, checking the magazine of a backup weapon. "The system thinks Ethan’s right hand is dead, and that Ethan is spiraling into paranoid isolation. It will reallocate its predictive processing power to external threats. And while it looks outward..." "We gut it from the inside," Devon finished, a dark, bruised smile curving his lips. "Get up, Noah. The world is drowning in data. We’re going to be the ones who drop the match."

She curse in her breathe as the system told her the exact amount of Disastor that pursue them. “A thousand Disastor is here to murder us, a mere Player? This is insane! Really insane...” She realize her hands holding his hands, his fiery shot the highest heaven. “So insane!” Rojan contain his surprises when his hands flew harshly to the air. “W-what are you doing?” He thought his hands already leave his body, numb as put more pressure to flew in the air. He even almost to lose his footing, but the system notify him: “Want to activate Reflexes?” Rojan don't have time to think and immediately said, “Activate, please!”

“To dumb it down, everyone hates you so much. They would rather gush out their eyes than see you win this game." The system's voice was steady, calm, void of emotions, but to Melissa it felt a sharp iron rod to her chest. She knew she was hated, but for them to be willing to inflict pain on themselves just as not to see her victorious was just psychopathic. “As for your second question, why do you have to be the villain?" the system continued casually as though reading the weather. “Because being evil suits you, besides you had one of those most gruesome betrayals in your past life, so I am certain you can channel just enough anger to make this game the hottest thing on national television."