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I didn't get a chance to take the mask off. Cassian retorted, "You didn't run out of time. You were just waiting for the arms dealer to arrive first. You planned to complete the business deal before removing the mask, didn't you?" Marty narrowed his eyes. "How did you know that?" Scoffing, Cassian fired back, "Never mind how. I can tell you one thing for certain—I won't be letting you meet up with that arms dealer." "Oh. I figured it out!" Marty said with a look of realization. "The Shadow Aegis must've told you about it, huh? It's said that the Shadow Aegis is Charmya's most mysterious and capable organization. But from the looks of it now, they're nothing special.

The target's daily routine continued for three days, so for the next four days, Azrael will continue the assassination of his target. The day has come when Azrael will carry out his mission. Azrael had already prepared his guns and knife. Azrael placed the Coharie Arms MP-10 Using a duffle bag, and his pistols were in his pistol holster. He has already left his condo unit. He left all his feelings as he left his home. He knew this mission would not be easy so he needed to be more self-confident. He drove in his black Camaro.

Chapter 24: The Butcher of Life Nine ​The rain didn't just fall on Julian; it seemed to avoid him, parting around his frame as if afraid to touch the darkness radiating from his skin. The "Cleanup Team"—six men in tactical grey ceramic armor, wielding high-frequency pulse rifles—halted ten yards from the wreckage. They were professionals, trained to bag supernatural anomalies, but they weren't prepared for the ancient pressure now flattening the grass around the car. ​"Target identified," the lead mercenary barked into his comms. "Dr. Valerius is non-compliant. Engaging with stasis rounds."

I THOUGHT I WAS PREPARED TO SEE THAT, BUT IT WASN'T THE CASE. I should have seen it coming. It wasn't as shocking as Avy's death, but still. Daisuke Maël Maximillian. The great Prince between the greatest. It was his dagger that killed me. I don't know exactly how it happened. How I got attacked, but it was his dagger and pretty much his doing. But the worst part is: I'll die in two years.

"Go ahead, he's right there." Aria's eyes followed my gesture, and she erupted, her eyes bulging with fury. "Noelle, that's a hearse! It's meant for the dead. How could you put my son in there? "Have you no humanity? After all the kindness my son showed you!" Feigning confusion, I met Aria's gaze. "Mom, what are you talking about? Hearses are for the dead, and isn't your son, well, dead? I don't see the issue."

He was doing this. His one arm was extended. Palms towards Elora as he looked at Alexandria. With eyes that no one has seen before. They were silver. Pure silver. And Thora felt a shiver run down her spine. No! This is not possible! No! This has happened in the history. It can't happen now. It's the death wolf taking full control of Thaneos. He will loose his humanity if this happens. He will go on a rampage killing everyone. Friends or foe.

Declan grabbed my arm. "Noble. Stupid, but noble." Marcus aimed at my chest. "Step aside or I shoot through you to get to him." "Then shoot through me." For a moment, I thought he would. Saw his finger tighten on the trigger. Saw the calculation in his eyes. Then the door burst open. Agent Morrison and a dozen federal agents flooded the room, weapons drawn. "Marcus Hale, drop the weapon!" Morrison shouted. Marcus spun, gun swinging toward the agents. "This is not over. I have evidence. I have proof—"

I say, chugging half of my beer. My gut flips thinking about Hazel riding in a car with drugs. With a loaded gun that isn’t in capable hands. There’s no way Hector knows his way around any real weapons, let alone how to protect her. It’ll only take one junkie who doesn’t know who he is, or they’re too high to care. “There’s this too,” he says, waving at the bartender who brings a newspaper. My gut fully sinks as I take in the headline: “Drug Dealers Robbing Drug Dealers, Five Dead.”

Like it just happened yesterday. They made me who I am now, and I don’t have any regret for killing Kevin, Alex, and Gin and there are two more. It’s Alvin Ross who is now Ervin Ross and no matter how he hides, who he is...is who he is. Yeah right! I remember that quotation from Mother Conqueror. It says…

Cause of death, dismemberment and excessive blood loss. Keith's hands began to shake. He stared at that name for a very long time. Then he shook his head. "No." His voice was very soft. "That's impossible. She's not dead. She can't be dead." "Alpha!" Elliott tried to say something, but Keith wasn't listening. He turned and ran out of the conference room. He headed straight for the autopsy room. He yanked the white sheet away and stared at the unrecognizable face beneath it. He reached out before stopping halfway.