Killer Croc Suicide Squad Novels & Stories

The herd had dispersed as Elder Marcus went to drag the kill. A crocodile snapped, out of the river running towards Elder Marcus, on the verge of biting off the right leg of Elder Marcus. Marcus shot the on the end of its mouth pinning it to the ground. "I'll handle this, more meat for it" Simon chuckles as he stabs the crocodile until it stops shaking. "I guess it's over we need to go get the truck and pack this up" Simon divulged, "I'll keep an eye on the kills, go get the truck," Simon divulged as Elder Marcus got to the truck at that time he met Alpha Alan.

“Mountain Crocodiles are ferocious beasts! Even Agiles will have trouble with it! It’s big, it’s fast, it’s strong!” With a great roar, the four escaping fighters were killed in one vicious swipe. It then turned its gaze to Samson and his team. “We’re in trouble now!” Samson thought out loud. “Are you ready?” the Agile asked, after hearing the worry in his master’s voice, he wanted to be assured of the following choices. “I guess the royals will have to wait! We’ll use it now!” Samson spoke calmly, not wanting to further show any weaknesses.

I held on to the knife, using all my strength to keep it embedded in the crocodile's side. The warrior with me emerged from the water, his eyes fixed on the second crocodile. He grasped the knife in his hand, his face set in a determined expression. With a swift and deadly motion, he plunged the knife into the crocodile's side, just like I had done. The crocodile let out a screech, its body thrashing about in agony. I pulled out the knife from the first crocodile, its body sinking slowly into the water. The warrior did the same, and together we watched as the two crocodiles sank to the bottom of the river, defeated.

But we were in the middle of a battle, and I just needed her to be taken prisoner so we could finish the job and get out of there. At the bottom of the stairs, two guards stand at attention, both of them a bit pale. I pause to address them. “Are you all right, Creed? Gibbons?” “Yes, Alpha,” they both say. But then Creed continues, “We were here when they carried Hines away. He looked… awful.” Gibbons adds, “Nester didn’t look much better.” “It’s fine,” I tell them. “She’ll calm down in a day or two. Besides, she won’t ever get down here.”

The fact that he was here now struck them as a surprise. "Taking up the mission quickly doesn't mean that they can accomplish it." Scorpion was unbothered by the eyes on him and sniggered. "It can't be a regular mission given the reward of 100 million dollars. Jackal and Wolf, those two weaklings probably wouldn't be able to accomplish it." Black Jackal and Gray Wolf were called The Lupus Duo. They had been partners for years and had a high rapport. Among the assassins, they were rather famous. But Scorpion made them sound like trash.

Wolf wasn't weak, but now Creed was no bug either, so he waited patiently to deal with him later with his element of surprise. There was a total of 10 teams who were taking part in this year's JETs, each with around 10-12 members. As Creed predicted, authorities had assigned him to squad-5, which comprised 11 members, including him. They were a balanced team. The place which authorities decided squad-5 to explore was called 'Tomb of Cerberus', a newly discovered labyrinth.

Sandro shouted something — a command, maybe a curse — before charging forward. It ended with one clean shot. Rico’s bullet tore through Sandro’s chest. The Cartel man collapsed, his eyes wide with disbelief, crimson soaking his shirt. The silence after the gunfire was louder than the battle itself. Rico hadn’t known the full weight of what he’d done. Not until Kroos’s reaction. When he staggered back to Kroos’s hideout, blood splattered across his shirt, Kroos’s face turned from satisfaction to sudden calculation. “You idiot,” Kroos spat. “Do you have any idea who you just killed?”

To the right was a boy whose very outline seemed to glitch and tear, his physical form constantly dissolving into dense, black smoke and re-solidifying. "Target acquired," the vibrating behemoth ground out, his voice trembling with a mixture of terror and forced compliance. He locked eyes with Baraka. "Patient Zero. We are ordered to incapacitate and extract. Do not resist." "You don't have to do this," Baraka said, stepping forward, placing himself squarely between the Suicide Squad and the fleeing refugees. The violet sparks ignited across his knuckles, casting harsh purple shadows across the damp bricks. "I can disable the collars. I did it for the last squad. Let me break the leash."

Will you be staying here or . "Here's fine," the Croc said. He grinned. He liked pushing peoples' buttons, and these folks were edgy already. He could tell that no one could figure what to make of him. They knew that he killed people for a living, so his generosity was causing hell on their mental models. He wasn't an easy man to entertain, and this group looked like they could be fun. Tarloh measured the man up. He seemed to be almost brutally open. The Croc didn't appear to holding anything back. Whether or not that was a good thing or a bad thing, he couldn't quite decide. He turned to Robbie.

Because my heart was cold and seemed to be wrapped in thick ice. The death of my family was the reason why I chose to join the Black Assassin’s Squad. A non-government organization led by top officials of the country. The organization is paid by wealthy people to remove the thorn in their throats. Whether the customers are good or bad as long as they pay the right amount we do what they want. And I use to build my house from the millions that they paid to me for the people that I killed. While I donated the other money to organizations that care for orphaned children.