Romans & histoires My Status As An Assassin Obviously Exceeds The Hero's

“I told you I was not aware of her marital status until you mentioned it. Moreover it was just sex. She doesn’t want me like that. I also remember telling you it was…” I interrupted saying,“Because you were going through something.” I completed, the taste of jealousy and annoyance were acrid on my tongue. His expression morphed into that same one of pain and anger. “Tell me why you killed her.” His tone was all businesslike. “I’m an assassin, okay? It’s what I’m paid to do. It’s nothing personal, just business” I told him. I took my own beer from the table and chugged. “Yes, I know and that would not have mattered if…if…” He erupted into a short, bitter chortle. “Life’s fucked up.”

In all honesty, he had a valid point and I’ve definitely learnt my lesson. “You idiot! Is the mission more important than your life? It’s meaningless to take on a mission if you can’t see it to the end!” Now that was a low blow. It wasn’t as if I never tried. “What’s the point?” I stared into forest green eyes. “It’s going to be the same at the end. I’m not a hero. I’m an assassin, a murderer. Even if I succeed in taking down the Parliament, there is no way I’m going to be accepted for what I’ve done. I’ve always known that the day I bring the Parliament down, I will go down with them. In order for a better future that isn’t built on the blood of others, the cycle must end and it ends with m

He lost grip on his dagger due to the immense pain. Sheer fear arose in his heart. He didn’t expect this young girl to be such a terrifying being. He himself was an Advanced-Royal rank fighter and one of the top fifty assassins in America. Despite this, he couldn’t even handle one attack from this young girl. “I have to escape!” The assassin was starting to regret not investigating the targets more thoroughly beforehand. He felt scornful towards the other assassin as well. That assassin was in charge of collecting data before the operation. All of them thought that this was just free cash, that capturing the target would be as easy as pie, yet they finally realized that they were up against

“What are you so riled about?!” Zach tossed his phone to Malcolm and let him see the video. It was the video at one café inside the mall where one of the two would-be terrorists was immediately killed with a single shot to the head. “She was the sniper!” He confirmed angrily, balling his fists and slammed it on the table angrily. “That woman had led us on trying to pretend that she’s just a good shooter from all the practice she has done. I never did believe her story during those hostage incidents that had happened where she was holding a rifle.”

“What, you’re gonna talk now?” “Depends on what you ask. There are some things I’m not allowed to say.” The assassin sat down. “Who wants to kill me?” She shook her head. “Dunno.” “You don’t know? Then why did you try and kill me?” “I got the job off the dark web. There are bounties on you all over the world. They’ve all accumulated to ten billion in total.” James rubbed his nose. Was he only worth ten billion? “Who are you? Which power do you belong to? When did this country get assassins like you?” James looked at the assassin. She was extremely powerful, yet she was not vulgar. Her strength was even on par with the 28-nation martial arts gurus.

He looked quite beaten. “My Liege, a sovereign grade fighter appeared. He was a really difficult opponent. Both of us were severely injured…” Drake said grimly. If Drake was admitting something like that, the assassin sent here must have been extraordinary. “I was incompetent and could not capture him. Please punish me as you see fit,” said Drake apologetically. He felt ashamed. Dustin waved him off. “He was a top assassin from a global assassination organization. That’s all there is to it. It’s not your fault,” he said indifferently.

The Assassin huffed, walking up the steps like he owned the place. "Who the hell is he?" I asked, sitting with Rowan. Rowan sighed, sitting on the steps while the Assassin's back faded into the distance. "Don't know, don't care. He scared the shit out of me when I walked out of my bathroom and told me what was going on," he chuckled "He's here to help, and that's all that matters. He's stronger than any of us here, and I don't want to get in the way of his mission. You don't mess with his kind. They take oaths to protect the innocent and keep the darkness from invading the worlds, but I'm guessing they are few and far between. I thought they were extinct." Rowan pulled off his shirt, the blo

Sometimes I envy others because they had a childhood while I never did. I have enough time to wait for the moment we attack the shifters, so I set the cloak aside and shake my head. "It's been a while since I last had the chance to join the others. I'm not really a hunter anymore, I've been labelled an assassin, and this is the job I do. If you want me to be honest - you are lucky. You are lucky because you get to fight each other and show off your skills while getting little to no injury. My case is a little different. You'd be surprised to see the battle scars I have under these clothes. As an assassin, I can no longer train with humans. I have to keep my senses alert at all times, and for

It had sent them to their deaths! At once, the remaining assassins from the third zone backed away, looked at each other, and dared not step forward. Only a few assassins had reached the peak of the fourth zone. At this moment, their expressions were indifferent as they glanced at their dead companion on the floor with a disdainful smile. One of them was a tall, dark disciple with muscles all over his body, just like a gorilla. He stepped forward, squeezed his fists tightly together, laughed disdainfully, and said, “Very good. I didn't expect to meet my match. Your next opponent is me, and the 50 million bounty will be mine!”