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

Anyone who reached that level of skill was likely capable of making her father fall to his knees in a desperate attempt to please, befriend, and to never offend. The only reason why she believed Horton was because of her father—he had always been very respectful to him. He lavished Horton with cordiality and wealth before asking him to be Marissa’s bodyguardy, and Horton was only a 2S-class fighter. The Rheasian agent in front of her, however, was an omnipotently powerful 4S-fighter who could kill Horton in a matter of seconds. Even Marissa was capable of recognizing the prestige and power he possessed. What was more, she had never seen a man so powerful, especially when Zayn was standing be

She said and I wasn't surprised. I knew she was wasn't a regular person. I knew she was up to something. I knew she knew too much for her own good. "I am a free assassin," She said and it all made sense. Free assassin never worked or belonged to a clan, they get hired to work for an important mission and after that they are discarded even if the Mission failed. They had an immortality card. "I would not kill Mason if you tell me where my child is," I said and she nodded her head slightly.

I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I prepared to face the threat head-on. And then, it happened. The assassin emerged from the shadows, a figure cloaked in darkness. Their steps were calculated, their movements precise. But they were no match for the trap we had set. Victor sprang into action, his skills honed by years of navigating treacherous waters. A battle ensued, the clash of steel against steel, a dance of life and death. Each move was a calculated risk, every second a fight for survival. I watched in awe as Victor fought with a ferocity I had never witnessed before. His love for me, his determination to protect me, fueled his every strike. In that moment, I saw

“Back then, you had the opportunity to take Secret, but you didn’t cherish it. Do you regret it now?” Blair put the pendant around Mable’s neck. “I do regret it a bit, but not for not getting Secret. I regret not cherishing you well enough.” Mable’s lips curled up, and she reopened the photo sent by Solomon. “This brooch is the identification mark of A-level subordinates of Secret. Thus, this assassin must be from Secret. There’s no way Solomon can make him talk!” An A-level assassin meant passing the most rigorous training. Their willpower was far beyond that of an ordinary person. Even if a truth serum was used, it was impossible to force him to talk.

In a small dark alley, a young man clutching his wound tried to run away. His face was now pale. Looking carefully, he also had a cobra-shaped badge attached to his shirt, indicating he was part of an assassin organization. He was once a top-level super assassin, completing tons of difficult missions and holding an extremely high status within the organization. Again, an assassin like him has a very high ability to adapt to any situation. But today, it was true that he could not adapt to this situation.

“He’s the kingpin of global flesh trade. Those pups? Inventory. And he was my original mark when I first came here.” Three sets of eyes blinked at me. I arched a brow at my mates. You never briefed them? Their shrugs said priorities. “Seems our fearless leaders omitted a detail,” I drawled. “I’m not just your Luna. I’m a trained assassin. Interrogation specialist.” Sighing, I turned back. “Seems our Alphas left out a detail. I’m an assassin. A master torturer.” Silence. Then— Marcus barked a laugh. “Fuck me, that’s good. Almost sold it too. Seriously though—” He froze at our stone-faced expressions. “…No way. You’re actually—holy shit! No wonder you’re a badass.” His grin could’ve powered a

I was so pissed and angry at his stupid pretense. “I promise, I had nothing to do with the shootings or anything like that. And also, I am not a mafia boss, I—” He hesitated, looking away from my eyes, his gaze drifting to the window. Taking a deep breath, he returned his gaze to mine, his expression more serious. “I’m an assassin—more like a murderer. I do the dirty work for people so they don’t have to pay the price. And as for me, I never get caught. Just betting on clean cash,” he said, and I narrowed my eyes in disbelief.

He wasn't going to kill her… at least not yet, not until he's gotten reasonable answers from her. “I-I don't know, but it was instinct.” She stammered before gaining her voice back. “Instinct? What kind of maid instinctively knows how to handle a glock?” he asked suspiciously. His eyes raked her body from top to bottom. Alina was undeniably beautiful. Even with her hair cut into a bobbed hairstyle, it matched her sharp features more. Her lips, cheeks and nose had this permanent flush that made her look innocent — completely hiding the fact that she's a bred assassin.

“Second, I want to kill bastards like the men who put Hugo through so much pain.” He walked up to me, that stupid smirk on his face. “I see... so that's what this is about? Playing heroin?” “Either ways I still get to kill don't I? ,” I said. He was silent for a long moment. Then he walked back to where his blade was. “An Assassin's job is not about playing hero Isabella, it's about wits, and also risking your life.” he said. “Did I mention the bloodlust? You're not strong enough.”

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.