Mrs Assassin นิยาย & เรื่องราว

With that she removed her masks and Jessica was shocked to see the person in front of her "You? Why you are doing this?" "Shhhh.. You know who really I am ?.. let me tell you.. I am the most beautiful and merciless assassin in whole Russia." Jessica shivered. She than heard her sinister voice. "Good bye Jessica. Rest well there." She pulled knife from under her boots and stabbed it on her throat. Blood oozed out of her neck and Jessica died at the spot. At the same time Margaret entered the house and run towards Jessica's room.

Madam Lee said as she took one step closer to where three of the were standing. “Enough of these baseless accusations. The punishment has been set and all three of you will receive it so the rest of them can see this is not child’s play. This is a gah damn establishment of assassins I don’t expect this to become a playground.” Master Carlos shouted as he banged his desk with his hand.

"Mission report." With cold glacier eyes, the woman placed a folder towards the man sitting at the front of her. "Oh its done, well that was early." "I know." She simply responded before turning her back towards him and walked towards the door but before she could even get the chance to turn the handle she felt something cold piercing her stomach making it numb, looking down only to find a sword pierced from her back to her front and that's not all the weapon that pierced her was none other than her most beloved weapon which accompanied her from her thousands of massacres.

We locked the dungeon’s door and walked back toward the bedroom, making sure to walk in the shadows as we did, careful not to be seen. We entered the bedroom and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when we did, wrapping my arms around Iris and pulling her in for a hug. The two of us were yet to grieve over who was once the best assassin of her time. She was known for her strength, power, and purity. The idea of her betraying the way she did would have never occurred to my mind had we not lived through it, and seeing that she tried hitting two birds with one stone, and that one of those birds was Iris and I didn’t come as pleasing to me.

I demanded an explanation for what had occurred aggressively. "According to my own findings, there was a third person involved who murdered our assassin while saving Mr. Dhruv Ugo Mace," he said again. "The task was so easy to murder that bastard but you can't do it correctly!!" I flung away the glass I was drinking in front of the man next to me. " I chastised him for his poor performance. “It wasn’t me who fail-“I didn’t let him finish his words and stood up in front of him,

I put on my black shiny brogues and finally don my suit which smartly concealed my weapon. I oiled my hair and slicked it all back with a comb and left the room in a hurry. There was much to be done. I took the white spiraling marble stairs to the ground floor of the mansion and came across Georgia, the head maid. Truth be told, Georgia Wilson was a retired assassin and former head of the all-female killer crew. She was part of my inheritance according to the will. 'The Unkindness of Ravens is to be a perpetual ally to the Delmundo House'

She is overly impressed by them but also sees their flaws. "Brent and Jordan are the only assassins in the country to have triple-ten ratings. Jordan is tiny but ruthless, and I expect her to show you all what it means to be without guilt. Every kill that we make weeds the world of evil. She doesn't think about their families or kids, she just wants to get the job done.” "How can I follow that introduction?" A short, strikingly beautiful Asian woman steps into the room as her stats are read aloud. Her petite frame only seems to amplify the intensity of her presence. A tiny red dress is poured on to her athletic figure.

She rose before the sound finished echoing, already moving, already hunting. She didn’t see the first assassin until he was on her. Camouflage. Masked. Knife in hand. They crashed against a column with a sickening thud, his blade scraping her side as she twisted, kicked, flipped him over her shoulder. The second came from behind, but she’d already dropped and rolled, firing twice into his abdomen, feeling the recoil in her ribs. Tomaso got the third—barely—before it reached the inner vault stairwell. Alessio found the last one near the war room, standing above one of the analysts, gun raised. He didn’t hesitate. One shot. Between the eyes.

Warm blood splattered across Serena’s face. The assassin slowly looked downward as a blade protruded clean through their chest. Silence. Absolute silence fell. Then— …the blade ripped out of his body violently backward and the assassin collapsed into the mud. Dead. Serena dropped to her knees coughing violently. Heavy footsteps approached slowly through the rain. A young woman emerged from the darkness. She had long dark hair soaked by rain and sharp green eyes. Twin blades in her hands. She looked young and beautiful, but just as deadly…

It would be a disaster to kick away the latest discovery that could lead to finding the one who murdered his mother or that was the perpetrator behind the door. He only had the new assumption that a single assassin carried out the job because he got to meet the mysterious Linda. The Lamborghini Mrs Antonio was attacked in had bullet holes all over and a normal person should believe there was more than one attacker who opened fire on the vehicle killing her and the escorts. The perpetrator then proceeds to destroy her face with bullets making her body unrecognizable. It was a gruesome murder and the sight of her body in the mortuary still haunts him to date. Why her?