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she added. Saying this with all seriousness while hitting the right mark, Aoi chuckled once more. “You never failed to make me laugh. I'm honored to be known wholeheartedly by you– the most infamous assassin of the Dark World.” to him being busted with his acting was funny. It was a rare event that makes him felt thrilling.

The rifle was already raised. The assassin hadn’t even noticed him. “Patience is impressive,” Dmitri said lightly. “But you chose the wrong playground.” Dmitri saluted at the camera, teasing Alessio with a smirk. Then pulled the trigger. The gunshot exploded through the hallway. The assassin collapsed. For a moment… silence returned. I exhaled slowly. “Guess that’s over.” Alessio didn’t move. His eyes were still on the screen. Cold and focused. Then the body on the floor moved.

She said and I wasn't surprised. I knew she was wasn't a regular person. I knew she was up to something. I knew she knew too much for her own good. "I am a free assassin," She said and it all made sense. Free assassin never worked or belonged to a clan, they get hired to work for an important mission and after that they are discarded even if the Mission failed. They had an immortality card. "I would not kill Mason if you tell me where my child is," I said and she nodded her head slightly.

"Listen up, boy!" "You're right. I'm a monster, and the Pearl mentioned in all those books. Yes, I killed Diego Corry, but there's one small detail every single book has forgotten to mention." I was grinning wickedly. I threw him down on the ground with force. I could hear him murmuring something to himself under his breath as he said, "I'm an assassin. People hire me when they can't fix their own problems. They hire me because I don't ask questions, and I'm the best at what I do." I could see that he was saying, "I'm an assassin."

he praised, then released his grip. The two daggers immediately sliced straight into the concrete pavement like it was nothing. Behind him, the trench coat assassins stiffened for a breath before collapsing one by one, their faces frozen in terror even in death. From the other side of the alley, the braided assassin among the two remaining men began applauding. "Beautiful. Truly beautiful. 23 of the Cunningham family's elite, all wiped out just like that. Do you realize those 23 men were worth twenty-three billion? And you butchered them without blinking. Such a waste of money, don't you think?"

“What if I told you I didn’t bring any company?” He looks unfazed. “Perfect,” he stares down at the dagger on his neck. “I’ll get to finish my wine before it gets hot, but before I make you pay for barging in here, care to tell me who sent you?” I laugh coldly, pressing the dagger against his throat. “One cut and you’ll be dead in minutes.” “Oh,” he smirks. “You didn’t do your research well. Poison doesn’t work on me.” It catches me off guard, so I don’t realize when he grabs my throat and slams me against his door. “From your sloppy actions, you’re either a terrible assassin or you didn’t come here to kill me.”

Her back arched into him and his skin on her skin dissolved the thoughts from her head. “Be still!” He snarled. Was it her imagination or was his voice gruffer than it was before? He yanked up the sleeve of her dress and exposed her tattoo. “A spider.” He spat, reviled. Yes, she was. Every assassin in The Den was called a Spider and damn him, she was the best at what she did!

Each word dripped with venom and thrill. “Yes,” the assassin confirmed, a faint smile hidden beneath his hood. Mira’s dark smile deepened. The air around her seemed to thicken as she whispered, “Perfect.” Her tone was soft, yet the room seemed to darken with the sound of it. She shut the case with a quiet click and straightened. “Leave me,” she said finally, her tone smooth but heavy with command. The assassin bowed once more deep, silent and final, then he turned. Within seconds, his form melted into the shadows, dissolving as if he’d never been there at all.

Only then would I find true peace. After all, what could possibly be that hard about it? From what Shawn had revealed last night before passing out, this assassin was a legendary professional who used a high-caliber sniper rifle for his missions. The man could sit from a comfortable, mile-long distance on a rooftop and effortlessly gun Elara down in broad daylight, and no one would ever suspect a thing! I hissed. Let me see how that bitch’s precious tech knowledge and cybersecurity empire would save her from a bullet tearing through her skull.

I slam into one of them and kick the other in the head, then twirl before the one with the knife can stab me in the neck. A gun cocking behind my head makes me stiffen. Nostrils flaring, I raise my hands and get ready to attack, but before I can, the man behind me falls unconscious onto the floor. Turning quickly, I spot one of my fellow Assassins, Phoenix, finishing off the last two men. The hallway looks like a war zone with unconscious bodies lying in various spots on the floor. As soon as the last man is down, we both face each other. “What are you doing here?” We both ask in unison.