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“She’s not going to escape the justice I bring for what she did to Victor. She’s going to beg me for mercy, but I won’t listen to her and shoot her.” “Miss Minerva,” she softly called me and sighed, “Helen Palma is known to be the best assassin of their organization. Aside from being the daughter of their king and queen, she worked hard training and accumulating missions that honed her to where she is now. Several assassins from the other organizations have fought her, but they never won. You must be careful and not be impulsive when we get to their mansion, alright?”

" He reprimanded me and told me to get out of the car as soon as possible. “Ah sorry sir!” I said and immediately got of the car and went back to get inside the driver seat. I instantly started the car and drove away from the hospital parking lot. Unknown POV "Wait, what did you say?! " I pestered him again, hoping to confirm that what I had heard was correct. "The assassin failed to assassinate Mr. Dhruv Ugo Mace, and our assassin was also slain in the operation," he reported to me again. “What?! You said the assassin you hired was the greatest, but instead of executing that jerk, he was the one who died?! " I demanded an explanation for what had occurred aggressively.

The echoes of punches and kicks reverberated through the room as two assassins engaged in a fierce duel, their movements fluid and precise. Adjacent to the sparring ring, there was a section dedicated to agility and stealth training. An obstacle course challenged assassins to navigate through a maze of laser beams, pressure-sensitive floors, and hidden traps. Emine watched as a young recruit stealthily weaved her way through the obstacles, her movements almost ethereal, her body a silhouette in the shadows.

“You’ve done it. You have finally done it!” I shifted on to find the eyesore there. Locking onto the man I had dragged here, who was now propped against a rusted column. He was observed at the embrace, the sight, at the blood, at the look in Kristine’s eyes. He laughed. Motherfucker was laughing like it was the funniest thing he had ever seen. "Oh, what a beautiful sight," Edric wheezed, wiping blood from his chin. "The top 4th assassin of the underworld, The Hunter, has finally decided to drop the mask of innocence?”

“Then I guess we better give him what he wants. Rogue, take out the needles.” Rogue gives me a knowing smile before he opens up a satchel and removes several six-inch needles. The needles look like knitting needles, but instead of hooks at the end, they’re sharp and extremely painful. Rogue was the first Assassin that I brought on when I became the South American Board Director. The first thing I taught Rogue was how to use the needles for the purpose of torture. I use the needles to dig them into vital organs, which causes slow, excruciating pain to run through my victim’s nervous systems. It’s a very painful way to die. Rogue prefers to use a gun, but I enjoy my needles.

The man looked at her with annoyance. "I'm an assassin too," she whispered in his ears and his eyes widened. She grabbed the butcher's knife and put it against his neck. She held his shoulders to keep him from moving. "You've tried to kill the infamous assassin, strong enough to defeat your boss. At first I had no idea who he was, but it clicked," she murmured. "His skills were far greater than anyone else, and closely matched mine. I was dying to meet him but he didn't think a woman could be so strong," she started off before scoffing at the thought.

A world away. The night air in the south garden was cool. The man stood in the shadow of a tall hedge, dressed in a perfect black tuxedo. He looked like any other rich guest. He didn’t look like an assassin. That’s what made him good. “You’re sure it’s clean?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. “One chance. In and out. The chaos will be your cover.” “I’m the best,” he said. No arrogance. Just a fact. “Where is the package?”

He scaled the rocks with the precision of a ghost moving through the shadows like water. I watched from my private satellite feed , the high-resolution images flickering across my laptop like a cursed movie. He entered through the back—exactly as I planned. He was good. Ex-KGB. Disavowed and disillusioned. Just how I liked them. And he had been paid and tipped too because money wasn't the problem and I had gotten the best. Sarian appeared near the window, her silhouette etched against the soft island light. She looked peaceful, vulnerable and fucking . Maybe that was why Don Julio had loved her because he loves his women vulnerable and perfect.The assassin raised his silenced pistol took aim

He looked very different from the previous timeline, where he acted like he was God’s gift to the world. When threatened, even vermin fought to survive, much less Luis. He appeared anxious as he tried to get himself out of this predicament. “It was my fault that I arrived late, but Cara has always mistreated Bianca, using her pregnancy as an excuse to do whatever she wanted. Before leaving, she even stole my communication device. I didn’t even know there was an assassination attempt!” My heart skipped a beat when he said this. I gave a bitter laugh. The communication device I had begged for had suddenly become something I had stolen.

He wasn't going to kill her… at least not yet, not until he's gotten reasonable answers from her. “I-I don't know, but it was instinct.” She stammered before gaining her voice back. “Instinct? What kind of maid instinctively knows how to handle a glock?” he asked suspiciously. His eyes raked her body from top to bottom. Alina was undeniably beautiful. Even with her hair cut into a bobbed hairstyle, it matched her sharp features more. Her lips, cheeks and nose had this permanent flush that made her look innocent — completely hiding the fact that she's a bred assassin.