Hitman With A Badass System Novels & Stories

“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.

Hunter punched the guy who groaned in pain. Blood dripped from his lips as he wheezed. "We don't know anything. You can kill us. Beating us would get you nowhere," The bruised guy breathed. One of his eyes was fully swollen while the other was red with tears. There was no one in the slammers. Hunter had asked the guards on the watch to step outside and leave him alone with these f*ckers. Hunter has asked Rasmus to let him interrogate Alonso's men that he captured from the warehouse.

He answered simply and proceeded to leave. Ricci knew he was the most efficient hitman around, and that title did not come easy. Heck, if he wanted to take all of them and their families out, he knew he would be able to pull it off. “You can’t tell anyone about what we spoke about, or…” his voice trailed off, he looked down at himself, as if just realizing he was naked. He looked away from Orlando unable to look him in the eye, the stormy grey eyes were unsettling, “About us, what you saw here.”

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.

Guard 1: I don't believe you, Open the bag and offload the things inside it (The hitman anxiously opens the bag and the guards see sniper, rifle and many other types of shooting guns in it) Guard 1: (gasps) Young man, what on earth are you doing with these guns? Hitman: (stammers) Umm... I.... I... Guard 1: ANSWER ME! Hitman: (pleads) I'm sorry... I never meant to shoot her... Guard 1: Shoot her? Who are you... Hold up, Were you the one who shot Mr Smith's daughter earlier today?

— L' I sat back and waited. Twenty seconds. His reply came back through a completely different route than the one I had used. A route I hadn't identified. He had found a gap in my system I didn't know existed. I sat up very straight. 'B minus. I breached the most sophisticated private security system on the planet and you give me a B minus.' There was a pause in the code, deliberate. 'Let me be very clear about something, Luna. I have killed men without blinking. I have built an empire that makes governments nervous. I have never in my life begged for anything from anyone.'

My bad side was a place that nobody wished to be. “Normally, that’s true. However, Vittori Enterprises has probably one of the most secure systems on the planet. Security, all manners of it, is what they specialize in. Beyond that, they have Phantom on their side. He’s classified as a supergenius and probably the most talented hacker there is. That was how they were able to hack into the guild’s systems the night of the attack as well as how they got information that should’ve been impossible for them to get their hands on. I’ve been working on a couple of lures. If I can get him to snag on one, then it’s all I’ll need to get the upper hand.”

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

She drew in a breath that tasted of smoke and steel, looked directly into the camera, and spoke. “My name is Scarlett Hart.” A deliberate pause. “They told you I’m a terrorist.” Her voice held firm, no tremor left. “They lied.” Behind her, red lights screamed and alarms howled. The purge timer kept falling. But her words cut through it all, clear and unflinching. “They built a system called Genesis. A system designed to control minds.” Victor fed more data into the stream files, logs, proof,flooding the broadcast with raw evidence. Scarlett continued, eyes blazing.

Hugo said, tossing the brass. Dominic walked over, his eyes scanning the charred bodies of his men. "What do you see?" "Center mass, headshots. Clean," Hugo stood up, shoving the brass into his pocket. "Professional work. No hesitation. They didn't even give our boys a chance to scream." Dominic looked at the bullet holes in the wall, his jaw tight. "Tokyo standards," Dominic muttered, his voice dropping. "Yamaguchi-gumi," Hugo nodded. "Takahashi sent his top-tier hitters. He’s spitting right in your face, Dom."