Romans & histoires The Deadly Assassin Robin

“Normally, I would hand an assignment to whichever handler had the best suited assassin. This particular target calls for all hands-on deck.” I dropped the file onto the table, letting the image of Rory slide out just enough to be seen. The handlers were professional, they quickly replaced their confused glances with blank expressions. It wasn’t unusual that we would have to eliminate one of our own, but Rory was unique. “As some of you may be aware, one of our own was murdered.” I paused to gauge how my words were being received. “Selene was our top assassin.” “You can’t really be insinuating that Rory killed her.” One of the female handlers scoffed. “They were too close for something like

Blood sprayed across the stone. He released the body and before it had even finished falling, he rotated to meet the second attacker, catching its foreleg and snapping it with one brutal twist before slamming it into the ground and finishing it. The third and fourth rogues hesitated. That hesitation cost them. Robin didn’t wait for them to recover. He was already moving, his jaws locking around the neck of one of them—he slammed it repeatedly against the ground until it stopped moving entirely. The fourth turned to run. It didn’t make it three steps.

She looked him dead in the eye as she said the ‘shot’ part. She wanted to ask him so many questions. Why did he kill the man? Why was he helping her despite the fact he killed someone? What was Adrian's connection to this? From what she observed so far, Adrian seems to be the boss and he clearly ordered the hit using Nicholas. She was the most unfortunate to witness it, now he wants her dead.

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.

“Don't you want to kill him? Saul is the person who killed your sister. Did you forget?” “I understand. But, sir, it appears that it would be preferable if we punished him legally, as you suggested previously.” Robin sighed. “Do what you believe is right. Now, we need to find my wife quickly.” Antonio looked around for someone who should be with Robin. “Where's Rafael? Was he deceiving us by sending his father?” The suffocating feeling returned to Robin Luciano's chest. Robin paused, clenching his fists and wearing an unreadable expression. “I shot him. He fell into the sea. Tell everyone to look for his body. Anyway, we need to bury him properly.”

Rob turned his deadly gaze to Vael and Ruffus who shriveled at the piercing look "Sir...he was all alone and..." before Vael could finish talking blood splattered all over as he drowned to the ground.He coughed and sneezed trying his best to breath but his sliced neck would not let him.Xavier just watched from a distance in horror his hands shaking uncontrollably and to say he was more than scared would be an understatement.He was terrified.Ruffus seeing the fate of his fellow turned torwards the exit and ran for his life but Rob being,a proffesional assassin found that move rather stupid.He swiftly threw his sword at a running Ruffus piercing his back and coming out through his stomach.A gr

The bloods explodes it like a fountain. The Assassin hold his throat and widened his eyes, he can’t breath properly and he pointed his finger to Richard that says “bastard!” then Richard stabbed the assassins apical pulse that connected to his heart. Then the assassin fell in to the ground and died with his eyes opened and he bathed his own blood. Richard run to Rodulf even he is badly injured. He took out Rodulf phone when he heard someone is calling him. Richard answered the call “ hello, honey where are you now?” the woman in the other line was no other than Anne Vanlimz .

“They waited for the toast.” Raven leaned up just enough to scan the mezzanine. The assassin was there, not a Corsetti foot soldier but a professional. Compact frame, matte-black rifle, the movement too clean, too sure. She took aim and fired before he could reset. The bullet caught his shoulder, spinning him backward into the glass railing. He fell without a sound. Another shot cracked the far window, Viktor flinched as a bullet grazed his arm. “There’s more than two!”

"You are not my son. You are a monster. You don't deserve to live, you deserve to die. I won't let you do anything again. I'm going down with you, I'll warn Kevin and everyone about you. You are a betrayal." Robin paced around the room while his mother ranted. His eyes caught the syringe the doctor prescribed to be given to Annabelle. He picked it up, he looked back at her. She was trying to get out of bed. He took the syringe and stabbed her with it. "Robin... You're evil. You're not going to make it. I promise you... That." She fell on the ground. Robin sighed in relief. He took the remaining dose and poured it in her mouth. He carried her back to the bed.

I say, calmly, as I notice our assassin entering the mansion. Rowan frowned in confusion and turned around to look at where my eyes are focused and I can see the obvious shock on his face. "Rocco?" Rowan mumbled with acknowledgement as he walked to us with larger steps. Rocco is almost 24 years old and one of the most deadly assassin in Italy. He got into the business three years ago and have taken almost 38 missions till now, with no failure. He is best in his work for a reason.