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When I went through the statements of the victims and offenders in the murder case of my brother, I realised something shocking. That my eldest brother, Olivier, has run away from home and joined the DarZ group as enforcer. He never returned home and soon got promoted as Underboss by Alden Mcadam. However when Alden found out that his trusted man, Olivier, was the elder son of his enemy, he ordered his assassination without knowing anyone. Even my father found out after years of his secret investigation on Oliver's death. My mother is still not aware of the truth and thinks that she died during the mission.

As though she did it for that reason, she tried to sound tough and inapprehensive. William chugged the beer, without looking at Iris he answered, “I was the one who ordered that officer killed.” “What!?” Iris exclaimed, her heart dropped to the floor and quickly realizing she overreacted a bit but William didn’t seem to be surprised. “He was getting at you,” he answered, throwing a glance with a sly smile. “I ordered him to be killed not by the name of the police, but by the name of your fucking lover, Detective Anderson.”

"We'd never have met, Mr. Bloodbane, but your continued delays of your mission triggered this encounter." Short answer, but it told Kaldor a lot. His gaze sharpened. "You're the employer?" He was stunned. An employer never met with the hired killer. That was the rule borne from the conflict of interest. The Black Sun had a rule that the killers were not to meet up with the employer without permission. Yet now his employer showed up like it was nothing. The Madam didn't answer his question. She continued, "Time is not an infinite resource. Your focus should be on your task at hand. And I know of the matter that convinced you to set your mission aside time and time again."

When so much money was offered, some excellent killers would definitely sign up. That was the truth. Less than half a day after the kill order was announced, a large number of killers had made their way to Art Trading Corporation. Some came from East Ocean, some came from West Ocean, some were professional hitmen, and others were just normal individuals. There were various kinds of people. Anyone who was a ranked killer in the world had basically arrived. Naturally, it was unrealistic to let so many people go out there and kill Thomas. It was about assassinating him, not directly attacking him by force. If such a large group of people rushed out, they might be suppressed before they could ev

The assassin lifted his head and looked at her, then lowered his head in dismay. “The Night King is the supreme overlord of the entire black market. We black-market assassins regard him with deep respect. I guess you could say that it was just our dumb luck, Miss Green. If we had known that you were Night King’s friend, we would never have accepted this job, no matter how much money the employer offered. We’re doomed now.” ‘Okay! Looks like the person who wants me dead hired the assassins from the black market.’ “You told the Night King that you’d give the identity of your employer to the police. Who’s your employer?” Charlotte persisted in asking. “Is she Lorraine Larson?”

He took the oath before sitting. Dylan walked closer. "State your name." "Viktor Schneider." "Your occupation?" "I own The Velvet Room." "Were you acquainted with Marcus Kuntz?" "Yes." "In what capacity?" "He was one of our regular clients." "Were you working on the evening of his death?" "Yes." "Did Dr. Karma Kuntz visit your establishment that evening?" "She did." "What did she do there?" "She met with one of the dancers." "Who?" "I don't know her real name, but she goes by Mia."

Annoyed that he belittled me to a contract killer, and requested I kill the mother fucker with a kitchen knife instead of my newly launched gun. I almost blatantly declined the contract but on hearing his pay, I wouldn't hesitate. What I wanted more than any other thing. He offered to use his connection and find out about what happened 11 years ago at my pack. I have killed hundreds of humans for this information, I couldn't afford to miss the deal. The venue was biviclub and the target was Mr. Christopher. A famous billionaire womanizer CEO. Just then , my phone buzzed. The caller identity was showing Mr. Anderson. I clicked on the blue botton and fixed the phone to my ear.

She walked over to sit next to Alex, though she and Richard still shot each other one last glare. “What did you uncover in the investigation?” Richard uncrossed his legs, his expression turning serious. “The car used in the attack had fake plates, and it’s already been scrapped. We checked recent contract killings from the past year, but neither ‘Haley’ nor ‘Emily Yates’ showed up in any records. “That means the hit wasn’t ordered through any major organization. It was likely carried out by an unaffiliated, rogue assassin—a freelancer with no loyalty or discipline. They’ll take on anything, from murder to robbery. In the industry, we call them ‘guns-for-hire.’

Thane explained. ‘That explains why he didn't cover his face when he took Aria.’ Alessa thought. “Who are you?” Alessa asked. He looked up at her and slowly laughed. “Alessa. The killer who took out thirty men in two minutes without a scratch, she pulls the trigger faster than anyone. Smart, pretty.” “Sexy,” he added and laughed out loud. He doesn't look Russian, Mexican, or Italian, he was an American which confused her more. No American has ever been after her.

When he looked up, the gun was already pressed against his sweaty forehead. "I-I’ll tell you, Young Master Lorenzo. I’ll tell you everything," The man pleaded desperately. His eyes widened in terror as he gazed up at Regis, whose expression showed no hint of mercy. As Regis was about to pull the trigger, the man quickly blurted out, "M-Mr. Volker! It was Mr. Volker who gave the order!" But it was too late for Regis. There would be no second chances for an opponent who, in his eyes, was as worthless as an insect.