Monkey Mask Anbu Novels & Stories

Ethan, who usually stuck to the shadows, was out here sunbathing as though it were no big deal. However, The sunny vibe did not quite fit with his dark, edgy aura. He swiveled around, his wild streak tinged with brooding and a dash of crazy. "Caught red-handed?" he drawled. Monkey hung his head. "Yeah." Ethan let out a cold, mocking laugh. Monkey was not at his assigned spot, which could only mean one thing: he had been busted. Monkey was slick, a real ninja when it came to disguises and stealth. Not many could spot him when he did not want to be seen.

This time, the rabbit was wearing a blue hoodie. “Correct, Blue Bunny.” But, another man raised his hand. This time, he was wearing a different hoodie. It seemed to be the ear of some kind of monkey. “Yes, Mandrill.” Mandrill Monkey. The intellectual group was exceptional in terms of their brain and their work ethics and execution. Mandrill Monkey had several members and none of them had special gifts like the rest. They were the only group that was full of normal people. They were the center of the information and good at doing any investigation. They were a special force and the one who was responsible to approve or release any kind of information related to SQE and anything beyond SO.

Anubis clicked his fingers and a few masked men seemed to materialize out of the shadows. “We have what we want, gentleman.” . . TBC

Many gangs operated, but only three truly held the reins. The third group, the Monkey Group, wasn’t the loudest or the flashiest, but they were known for being ruthlessly effective and incredibly quiet. They moved vast sums of illicit wealth and made problems—or people—vanish without a ripple. “They require an acquisition,” the voice went on. “And they think I’m the tool for the job?” “You are more than capable.” A small buzz signaled a text message in my hand. “Call the number we just sent you. They will talk to you directly.”

Kara pushed Andre further, picked the gun up and wiped the blood that tainted her torn lip. “Go ahead and call your fellow corrupt officers on us, ” Maria spat, “eres todo lo Mismo (you're all the same) you're all the same.” “No, we are not, ” Kara tossed the gun back to her, “I had to make it look convincing else they would have spotted it,” she picked a mug and tossed it at Maria, who dodged on seeing the mug travel through the air. “I’m taking, you believe us?” Andre asked.

This group of hoodlums was able to silently poison the military intelligence divisions’ sisters, which showed that they not only had extremely high martial arts capabilities but strong poisoning ability as well. This reminded Jens of a certain someone—Monster. Monster, from the military intelligence division, was Baby Robbie’s foster father. However, after the military intelligence division was destroyed, Monster had been imprisoned in Yorks Stronghold. These people must be what was left of Monster’s organization? Jens’ gaze swept across the sisters’ faces. Looking at their clear and bright eyes, it was clear that they had come to realize something. One after another, they turned into lambs

Someone was holding a syringe to my neck. "Don't move Gwen, it is loaded with Monkshood," he pleaded with me. "Come with us quietly, and we let your b*tch live," One of the men said, their faces were covered in masks. "Don't listen to them, they will kill me either way," I told Marcus through the mind link.

He stood near Naman and looked straight at the king, "I will give you the evidence." Charan and Yuvan suddenly tried to pull their sword, but a masked man came to the front, "Don't try to use your force. You are poisoned. All your muscles and veins are weakened." That voice... It was a known one. They looked at him in uneasiness. A fear and thought that they never pictured. "You..." Yuvan slowly pointed at him and he removed his mask. "Ashok!!???" "Yes, the sub-captain of Cobra in Amai."

The guard at the front spun around, only to witness his comrade clutching his bleeding nose, while Anom, arms raised in a mock pursuit, raced towards him. Reacting swiftly, the vigilant guard raised his gun, preparing to take action. However, before he could respond, Anom closed the distance. He seized the guard's arm, diverting its aim, while simultaneously striking his nose with a powerful punch. The guard, disoriented by the blow to his head, lost his grip on the gun, which Anom swiftly seized. Moving behind the guard, he swung the weapon, forcefully striking the back of the guard's head. Wide-eyed, the guard emitted a silent scream, but before he could crumple to the ground, Anom exerted