Nick Carter Killmaster Books Novels & Stories

As for saying to Carl that Karter contacted Russell after Kristian's death, it was to establish the truth of Kristian's death and bring out another mastermind behind the scenes. Carl, a person like him, was very unwilling to accept his arrest. He would definitely not confess to being the mastermind and instead placed his hope on the other person. Of course, this was also anticipated by Russell and Kristian long ago. Russell pulled Zoey into his arms and sat her on his lap. "Do you know who Karter reminds me of?" Zoey looked at him suspiciously. Russell did not deliberately avoid talking and mentioned the names of two people, "Gilberto and Derrick."

Pressured by circumstances, Clark reluctantly listened to his potential client's request, only to discover it was the Young Master who had once slandered him, nearly taking his life. Renamed Agent C, Clark recognized the face despite the Young Master's aging. Today marked their first meeting in ten years. "So, whom do you want me to eliminate?" The Young Master revealed his target: Arrendice Hart, his cousin, a significant obstacle since her mother's demise. Clark, now aware of the family's intricate turmoil, faced a moral dilemma.

Sylvia's hand inexplicably shook. She looked down again. The next two lines did not contain business terminology and were written in plain terms. "According to insiders, the Carter Corporation crisis was a part of Master Carter’s plan. He allowed public opinion to flare up so that he could smoke out the shareholders who were kneeling in the picture. This is both shocking and amazing. I believe that in the future, the management of Carter Corporation will only go further under the hands of the young and promising Master Carter!"

I stop breathing and grip his fingers so tightly I cut off blood circulation. “A few weeks ago, Dimitri Carmichael, another family head, found his long-term submissive hanging in her apartment. At the time they thought it was suicide, but it’s looking a little too coincidental. Going after the mistresses of the most powerful men in New York. Add your attempted abduction as a possibility, and it looks a little less random and more premeditated and specific.” I choke on a cough while trying to inhale and panic as I try to breathe, words tumbling out painfully.

I have been friends with the president since college. Sherly couldn't help but worry. "Dad, it's not the president." "Then who?" "The target? The president's wife." Hideous' breath caught in his throat at the revelation, his mind racing with the implications of such a dire threat. "How did you come by this information, Sherly? Are you certain?" he inquired, his voice laced with concern. Sherly's response was swift and resolute. "There's a ledger in the underworld, Dad. It contains the names of those seeking to hire hitmen," she explained. "I traced it back to Joseph Santos. He's behind this."

All the ways he had to force himself not to simply destroy those around him. His instincts had been honed to ruthlessness. And a part of him embraced that. It was terrifying. Cazz nodded. “Now you’re getting it,” he muttered. Then he stepped right up, standing over me, staring right into my eyes with his jaw clenched. “When I was nineteen, I killed my eldest brother, and my girlfriend,” he said quietly, toneless. “When I was twenty, I killed my other sister and brother in strategic moves to clear the path to the throne.”

Amber, chocolate, flecks of gold, and in the center a rust-like color. “Why would the death of one of the Killing Corps demand a cleaning?” I asked, staring deep into his eyes. The ticking of the intricate clockworks of his brain could almost be seen as he thought about not only answering the question, but how much to give away if he did. “We’re the sadistic children even the CIA doesn’t want to admit are theirs. Nothing to tie us to them so they can have full deniability.” My heart stopped, and I froze. CIA?

He had no idea why a warlord would show so much respect to a grandmaster. “I’ll make the call at once!” Rickard immediately pulled out his phone and called Beckham. He said, “Mr. Yoder, Royce and Livia Shore are dead. I killed them.” Beckham said in an indifferent tone, “Ah, I didn’t expect that you’d be so powerful. I wonder if you encountered any difficulty along the way?” Rickard said, “Yes. Two peak-level grandmasters actually protected Royce, and I almost got myself killed here.”

“ And according to grandma, you hunted all those that were involved in mom's death and killed them, right? ” “ Where is this heading to, Carter? ”. “ I was doing an investigation about something else, and I stumbled upon some information about someone called Vladimir Mikhail, does the name ring a bell to you? ”. Cornell's eyes widened, he opened his mouth but quickly placed his hand to cover his mouth, but he quickly composed himself with a forced smile as he spoke. “ Never heard of him before, am I supposed to know him? ”. “ He is a Russian cartel and was involved in the death of Mom”.

"I know you'll kill me. But don't forget—we have Daisy. After I'm gone, the world will know your true colors, both of you. Your intentions. The Carter family will make you pay when they learn you murdered Grandpa." "How did you both kill Grandpa?" Charlotte spat, blood flecking her lips, her voice a whipcrack of defiance. "You think I don't know? You stole from the Carters together—embezzled every cent—and Daisy will expose it all. She'll tell everything."