Romans & histoires The Deadly Assassin Robin

“Ruby Vermillion is a nineteen-year-old woman raised in the Northerneast mountains. She is believed to be working for the King of Hezel to neutralize us with our plans to expand our territory.” I smirk. Interesting. “And? Ah, yes, by the way. Is she somehow involved by a man named Robyn?” “Yes, correct. She seems to be affiliated with Robyn Winchester. The Hooded Archer in Green of Hezel.” Now, that makes her even more interesting. Robyn Winchester. A sharpshooter. Tenacious with his bow and arrow. One-shot, one kill. A man who formulated a quick poison to immobilize us, Weres. I still remember the day when I crossed paths with him. So that’s why Ruby’s attacks seemed familiar.

"I'm so curious how you're able to reach this level. I've been training since the day I was born, yet there's still a gap between you and me. This doesn't make sense! Are there really those who are more talented than the prodigies from the Sacred Martial Art Training Ground?" The slender young man pulled out a mobile and crushed it. Shortly, dozens of assassins appeared around him. All of them were wearing black skin suits and blocked Harvey's route out of the alley. It was as if they were going to kill Harvey even if they had to do it in a gauntlet. Harvey narrowed his eyes when he saw this and said, "Frederick Robbins, you're one of the four kings of the Alliance. Are you really fine with

"And he kept calling me little girlie." Evil Eyes is in the passenger seat examining where I stabbed him to death. He looks at me with respect in those disturbing eyes. "Little girlie, huh? Looks like the joke is on him." Alessandro takes my hand and gently removes the knife. "You just killed Ivan Popov, the deadliest assassin in the Russian mafia."

They always left room for the other party in their dealings. I thought for a long time, but I couldn't think of any suspicious characters. Russell arrived at the hospital and carefully recounted the events. Royce discovered that the person behind the scenes had used someone else to assassinate Madeleine, and the actor thought he was holding a prop, but it was actually a real gun. Whenever there was no precision, hitting the head or the heart, Madeleine would instantly die. If hitting other parts, without immediate death, there would be subsequent targeted explosions.

Though the steam and moisture cleared the sand mist, it only heightened everyone's unease. "Only... only one person?!" *stab!* An escort soldier sent to protect the VIP gasped, his voice laced with disbelief, just moments before a swift blade pierced his throat, silencing him forever. Clad in a mysterious dark blue robe and concealed face, the assassin struck with such precision and ferocity that it left the remaining bodyguards and soldiers in a state of shock. The swift and calculated movements executed by this singular figure were solely responsible for neutralizing the trained personnel and the two top AB trainees in the sand maze. Yet, upon being exposed to the open air, they swiftly re

As long as she was human, she couldn't withstand damage to the soul. Rosie watched him speak to empty air. Her eyes widened as she muttered, "Has this man gone crazy?" The assassin couldn't comprehend what was happening, but she had never feared death, so she feared this even less. She sneered, "You want to know? Maybe in your next life." Dominic wasted no words. He bit his finger and flicked his hand sharply. Several drops of blood landed on the assassin, and her body instantly became visible. Rosie froze in shock again, her mouth hanging open wide enough to fit two eggs.

She rose, her robe brushing against her skin, she glanced once at her sleeping child before walking to the door. When she opened it, a shadow waited. Her personal assassin stood there, dressed in black, his face half-hidden beneath his hood. Mira stepped aside. “Enter.” He bowed low as he stepped in. “You have the bows?” she asked, her voice calm but sharp. “I do, my Luna,” he said, his tone respectful yet edged with pride. “Each one dipped in the deadliest poison known to mankind. A single graze… and death follows before the heart finishes its next beat.”

"Don't worry. I won't kill you. As long as you serve me well and be my woman, you will get wealth and power in the future." Lukas untied the rope around Robin's hands and feet when he finished the last word. He thought she was weak and posed no threat to him. Robin said expressionlessly, "General, you're thinking too much. Since I'm an assassin, I won't marry anyone, let alone serve men." When she said that, her eyes were as cold as ice. She did not even look at Lukas. 'Damn it, pretending to be a pure and innocent girl now?'

But since he was the head of the family, what other course of action did they have? In the end. Robin Wright had hired the infamous assasin Lucas Stephens to carry out the mission. He was known all over the country for killing businessmen who had offended the elite of the business world. But his fame was more because he was never caught. Everyone knew what he had done, but no one was able to pin it on him. Nor had he ever disclosed who had hired him. This was his main attribute. Otherwise, he knew that the first rule of assasination was, kill the assasin. As long as he kept his mouth shut, he was safe.

How pathetic. I remember the first time I made her kill someone. A smirk forms on my lips as I recall the details of the encounter. It was a life or death situation, a kill or be killed. I felt my d**k twitch threatening to bust through my zipper. The sight of her being covered in blood with scratches and bruises all over her had me rock hard. I saw her innocence leave from her eyes as she cut the man's throat and began stabbing him repeatedly. That's when I found the perfect job for her, something that would actually make her useful. Since that day, she's become my personal assassin. A great one, too.