My Status As An Assassin Obviously Exceeds The Hero's Novels & Stories

He had no choice but to watch himself get dragged to the bathroom. Due to his special identity and the fact that he still had a gun on him, the assassin did not dare to call for help and turned his head to stare at Hunter. He muffled his curses and said, "You've got the wrong f*cking person, right? I don't even know you. If you know what's good for you, let go of me and don't seek your own death. If not, I'll shoot you!" Hunter just smiled calmly and said, "You'll put the gun down!"

A surge of satisfaction flooded my being as I surveyed my defeated opponent. Completing the mission was only the beginning. Now, faced with fragments of my own identity, I grappled with the task of unravelling the enigma that was my true self. Memories began to resurface, bit by bit, providing me with glimpses of my purpose. I was not merely an assassin, nor solely a seductress. I was Nemesis, a force to be reckoned with, and I vowed to let nothing stand in the way of my destiny.

(Dead Assassin) One of the assassin that wanted to act gloriously died when a bullet blasted his skull right open. It was a simply like a scene of a fish that jumps out of water and got skewered by a harpoon. “……S.W.A.T unit! Boxed in!!..advance!!!….let no one escape!!..”.(Commissioner Layla)

But if this man-boy, I hated calling him that, but I have yet to have him divulge a name, thinks he will live, he's sorely mistaken. Rule number one of being an assassin is to show no mercy. We learned, as kids, that if you show mercy, you get stabbed in the back. The weak get killed, and in our world, there is no time for weakness. That sounds totally laughable since we're both here pretending to basically be pussies. I hated this fucking shit. If it were up to me, I would've ended this all on the first night we were here. But oh no, Commander Rourke wanted us to play the long game.

Without skipping any of the difficult parts. "I'm not useful to you like this," I said. "You're more useful to me like this than dead." "I'm an assassin. I came here to kill you. Every day you keep me alive is another day I'm a liability." "You're many things," he said. "A liability is not one of them." I stared at him.

“You are doing something. None of this is on you. Just remember, no matter what happens, you did all you could for me.” His expression tightens as he tries to decipher my words. Fuck me if I missed the mark in reassuring him. Me and my big mouth. His hand rises as he gently caresses my cheek with his scarred knuckles. “One way or another, all of us assassins are fucked up, April. This is why we are what we are. You just need to prove to us all that you have the mental stability to do it. For now, promise me that you won’t give up. Promise me.”

I yelled back, shaking my head. The idiot has the habit of mentioning the exotic cars we both own. I'm not really proud of it. The organization we work for provided us with them because Lee and I are like the top officials or something. Well, that isn't a total lie. Lee and I are top major assassins in the organization. We all have ranks depending on the number of our successful missions. I have never had a failed mission but Lee has had a failed mission. It's really weird.

I said. "That's... unexpected" he mumbled. "That's why it's a secret" I added. "So, what kind of assasin, are you? You don't go about stealing from people and killing them, do you?" He asked. I winced. "That's actually what I do. I kill and steal. But, I leave innocent people out of it. I only deal with assholes who make other people to suffer and grieve" I told him. "That's a relief. Wow, an assassin? I never could have guessed. Are you a one-man squad or do you go as a team?" He asked.

He felt as if someone poured sizzling lava inside his body. ~Argghh,~ Creed couldn't help but shriek in agony. "Know your place, fool!! I am years ahead of you." Rain added with a dead-serious expression, "I drench this rapier in lethal poison so quit resisting." "…" Creed’s expression turned extremely ugly this time. Even though they both were assassins, he had to kneel before her experience. Her perception was nowhere as good as his own, however, she was remarkably unhesitant and fierce in her cruel movements. Being able to see her actions and able to avoid them were two different matters. Creed might have had an advantage in terms of strength, but she was packing refined specialization.

"After this week, it will be two of you going home, rather than one." Everyone stayed still, unsure of what to make of his statement. Having worse odds of staying in the competition wasn’t going to make anyone feel safer. Although, I was sure that was what Juan wanted. For everyone to get anxious, to step out of line, and to do something foolish. Or maybe even turn against each other. "Being an Assasin entails protecting an asset. This can be done in a variety of ways, that cannot be taught. They are instincts that only the best Assassins have," Juan informed us, pacing in front of everyone methodically, taking time to look us each in the eye.