My Status As An Assassin Obviously Exceeds The Heros Novels & Stories

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.

Maybe her will-power and strength were not par from honey bone, the former top one Assassin in the world. “Lesly hunter , how’s was the situation there?” asked the man to her over the phone. Yes, the beautiful woman was no another than, Lesly hunter the top one high class assassin in the world. “Yes, Mr. Young master of Luckser. he was guarded by the woman, but don’t worry I’ll find enough time to assassinate him. It was just a piece of cake.” Said Lesly hunter to him.

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

The diversity of immigrants in American sure had done their menus favor. I wasn’t picky, Assassins were trained to live on the edge, in rags, with crumbs in slums. Status, money, or kindred all melted away when you were on training to be a first-class murderer. This is one of my most exuberant covers so far.

“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.”

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

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

I arched an eyebrow in response, sensing the lingering reluctance of my proud pack members to accept outsiders, particularly those who attacked them, guiding their training. Blake remained stoic, unperturbed by my pack member's blatant disapproval. On the other hand, Idris couldn't hide his irritation, his features marred by annoyance. "I will first give you a simple introduction before going to the demonstrations." "The art of assassination takes on a mysterious and fascinating form. It's not merely about stealthily ending someone's life, it's a complex blend of cunning, precision, and the harnessing of supernatural abilities," although he was irritated, Idris religiously explained.

Since it was inevitable that he had to pay, the least he could do was get Jada to pay half of the fee. Jada smiled and understood what Easton was trying to say. She replied, "Sure. Let's toast!" They raised their glasses and made a toast. After that, Edward continued, "Severin is not weak. A normal assassin is not going to be able to kill him. We need to hire at least a higher rank assassin. I know the assassin in the killer organization is ranked by their stars. Those who have more stars are more powerful. Of course, more expensive too!"

I released a sigh of relief and settled on the driver's seat but then the car turned silent. "Can I ask you a question?" Leonardo broke the silence after a while. "Go ahead." I answered. "Why did you decide to become an assassin? I mean you have all your life right in front of you and you could have literally been anything else." "I didn't have the option to be anything else. I didn't even get to choose to become this, it was forced on me. He stayed silent like he was ushering me to continue with what I was saying.