Japanese Assassin Crossword Novels & Stories

There's another name I recognise: Victoria Usheava, the name of a Russian/Italian Translator, which turned out to be another disguise for the assassin. The porter claps his hands together. "Yes, I remember. Beautiful and tall. She had one pink case." He measures the dimensions in the air. "And a smaller one. Very heavy. Made of metal." "Was she with anyone?" He shakes his head. "You have an excellent memory." He beams. I look at the computer screen again. I feel as though that there may be a clue there that no one else would recognise. But, of course, it's a stupid idea to imagine the dead leaving messages for the living—the arrogance of a retired spook.

The man came closer, he wore a short sleeve shirt, so I could see the tattoos on his neck and also on his arms. "Bloody hell, that's Yakuza." I was surprised by this show. "Yes, call me Daisuke." he said laughing. Right now, that row of white teeth and black hair looked absolutely terrifying. This man, one of the assassins of the Yakuza clan. Harry hadn't had time to pull out his gun yet, so I decided to pull out my gun first, then I pointed my gun at Daisuke. "This time I will protect you. We'll sort things out between us next time." I said to Harry. Then I stepped forward, approaching Daisuke.

(Sasu) Hearing their master shouted his order, whilst in pain, all 26 of the Spider Assassin’s jumps into action. At the same time, Aeternum Side also started to move into action, the first one to fall is the assassin that brave enough or so foolish enough to jump before, Sasu, and he accept the assassin rather stupid attempts with a shot straight at the Assassin forehead killing him instantly. That was the first criminal down. “We ARE The SPi......”.(Dead Assassin)

“You’re joking.” “Raina Robert Cole. Spill! Right fucking now.” I sighed. “I might’ve hired someone.” Cassie shrieked. “You did not! Again, I say someone bring back our Raina. This is definitely a clone” Katrina leaned so close to her camera that all I saw was her forehead. “Who’d you hire?” I hesitated and Katrina’s eyes sparked like she had made a huge discovery. “Oh my God, it’s that stripper from the club, right?”

"Who are you?" Shadow asked as he coughed loudly. The footsteps got closer until they stopped in front of him. He looked up and saw the man wearing a mask and wearing all white clothing, slightly visible inside the room because of the light coming inside the door. Daimon grabbed his chin and scanned his face from left to right. "You look familiar…" he murmured before getting closer to Shadow's fucked up face. "You do too." Shadow spat out blood as he coldly stared at him, realizing who he was. The assassin who attacked Keisha who wore white clothes to stain himself with the blood of the people he killed was standing in front of Shadow now.

Assess. The hands on me. They were firm, but… there was a difference. I’d spent years in a world of men; their grips, their shifts in weight, the way they manhandled you. All the people I’d put down had been men. These hands, even through gloves, lacked that… heft. The pressure was distributed differently. Softer bones. Women. An assassin? Doubtful. Their movements were clumsy and were fueled by nervous energy, not cold precision. No, this wasn’t professional. This was personal. They weren’t here to kill me; they wanted to scare me.

He should have seen that coming for daring to ask a question when Hades hadn’t given orders. “Now that I have everyone’s attention,” Hades stands in the middle so we can all see him—but strangely, his eyes are on me. “The assassin for this job is Viper.” Everyone stills. Blood slowly drains from Jake’s face. I drop to my knees. “Alpha Hades—” “You’ve always been curious about the killers of your parents, right?” He has a small smirk on his face as he stares at me, and I ball my hands into fists. “And you’ve always wanted to be a full member of the Nameless.”

••••••••• Lyph lifted her head as she stared at the seemingly normal company building and lamented herself. She took a step as she passed by the security guard who was shrouded by a dangerous aura indicating the fact that he is not an average person. In fact, almost every person working inside the company had an aura of a person who just killed someone. She took the elevator as she tapped the highest floor in which, the boss of the company resided. She glanced at the person on the secretary's desk as the person nodded back then continued the work he was doing. "Mission report."

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.

Leanunya countered, not budging an inch. Wolferan sighed, before speaking, “I am asking as it will give me a better understanding of why you chose to become an assassin, a criminal” Leanunya huffed, “alright you want to know? Well, I was left with an old woman who didn’t even know how to take care of herself ok?”