Speed Hunter Novels & Stories

Then, they turned around and ran away. Hunter quickly got on the Maserati and took out his gun. Seeing that the two opponents had run far away, he was too lazy to chase after them. He immediately drove to the direction where Isla and others were taken away. At the same time, he took out his mobile phone and reported the situation to Alex. The Maserati's performance was amazing. It caught up with the two target cars in minutes. But then, a new problem arose. Knowing that Hunter had caught up, the thin man changed his plan again. At a fork in the road, the two cars separated in the opposite direction.

I swear if she does, I will kill her. We finished gearing and went on our way. Hunter drove like a maniac, driving at full speed. It was as if he and the boys were in a race to whom it may concern would reach our destination first. My eyes widened as I saw a fallen tree stump in our way; there was no way we’d stop on time. We were headed straight to it. I braced myself, closing my eyes, but I heard a bang. I opened my eyes and saw a gorgeous woman with dark hair and beautiful gray eyes.

Hunter's running ability is unquestionable. He is a wolf. No matter how fast Jonea drives the scooter and how far she goes, Hunter can find her quickly with his running ability and sense of smell. Hunter cut his way through small alleys between shops and markets. Several times he saw the scooter speeding up at the end of the road. Hunter continues to hunt her. Until he arrived at an entertainment area filled with nightclubs, karaoke places, mini supermarkets, several small restaurants, and many ramen shops scattered there.

I can't say if there are more. "Who are they? Are they going to kill us? I didn't do anything wrong, and neither did you." I am panicking. The way they are running with that such speed is enough to scare any human. If they collide with us at such speed, it would be a disaster to our side. "Oh, trust me, they won't kill you, but for me, I can't say the same. They are Hunters." When she finishes telling me, I have my eyes flared. Hunters can run at this speed?

It was just after 3am in the morning when Hunter arrived at the address which Adrian had sent to him a few days ago. He had come prepared with a crowbar, gun, and sharp knife, leaving no room for errors. The house was on the outskirts of New-York city, hidden behind tall hedges. Hunter stepped out of his car and quietly made his way up the driveway. He tampered with the security camera that was outside and switched it off before he unlocked the closed door with a crowbar and opened it quietly, not wanting to wake up his opponent.

One of Victor’s soldiers opened fire. The sound shattered the tense morning. “Hold your line!” Victor shouted from the wall. More guns joined in. Heavy rounds struck the ground and tore through the trees. One Night Hunter jerked as bullets hit it, but it did not fall immediately. It twisted, leapt sideways and climbed over the burned remains of an armored vehicle with terrifying speed. Dax cursed. “They are faster in person.” “Formation!” Natasha ordered. Her team responded at once.

J flexed his knuckles, slowly but gradually picked his pace, moved steadily, and got ready to hunt his prey. After taking two steps, he abruptly halted. J looked at the departing figure, who soon becomes a blurry and dotted point from a distance, with an indescribable feeling. His heart is heavy. An unknown emotion suddenly erupted, making his restless heartbeat jump in erratic turmoil. A dull throbbing pain pulsed throughout his body and J found it hard to calm down.

I accelerated my running from 80 km/hr to 180 km/hr I don't know if I'm overspeeding and the police chase me. I'll kill anyone who dares to block my way. I am going to hunt a high-profile imbecile who just fucking killed a high-profile good man tch. Thinking bout all that had happened in the past days makes my blood boil steaming hot. They could have just target another person and not Sebastian’s father. "Estimated arrival time on the place 5 minutes" - my computer said and I grinned

"Name it." "Three million... and I never see any of your faces again." I test the waters. The money won't be a problem. Kuznetsoc will pay any price to find the person responsible for pulling the trigger of the gun who shot his son and Lilith is the only clue to his riddle. It is the leaving part. He has been running the streets for over ten years. New York is his territory. His home. "Half the money and you leave the country." The grip on the glass his holding beneath his lips tighten.

She stopped, her entire body shaking, and stared in horror at the technician. Her gaze lifted away from his smashed nose and mouth, to the kit. Blood smeared all over the side she’d used to bash him repeatedly. She dropped it on the floor, in shock, and eased her weight off the downed man. His chest wasn’t moving. “Oh God,” she gasped. She reached for his throat, a moan tearing from her parted lips, and felt for a pulse. She couldn’t find one. “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God,” she chanted, certain she’d killed him.