The Worlds Best Assassin Mga Nobela at Kwento

Since Leon had brought it up, he would gladly hear Leon’s explanation. “Because I’ve once got my hands on a register of hitmen and have seen the same person in that register. He’s one of the top 100 assassins in the world.” Until today, Leon could clearly remember the hitmen in the register. He was disgusted whenever he was reminded of it because the hitmen in the register must have slaughtered countless lives.

said Rave. The curtain at the side moved from side to side. A cold breeze rushed into the room from the window, which was opened. Rave moved his hand to his ear to remove an invisible dirt. "What should we do?" He asked again. I tore my gaze away from him. Moving it to one of the nude frames at the side. Black Axe was a very skilled assassin. He was the most wanted in the underworld. He has never missed any of his kills. He was very meticulous, and that was why we didn't know when he killed the henchmen and was also able to escape.

As long as Alisa could dream of a better future, a better world, I would be fine. When I turned sixteen, my first mission dropped. The Target was the son of a minister, and all I had was a pocket knife as a weapon. I had refused. I didn't think proving my worth meant I would have to kill someone. I thought all I needed to do was grow stronger. But when the boss held a knife to Alisa's neck, when I saw her blood slowly drip from the cut he had given her, I had accepted the mission. And I succeeded. And thus, deadly assassin Vera Ivanov was born.

Past my temper, I was hollowed of opinions of my next move. Alessandro Leone Romano was a beautiful Specimen. Costa Nostra Boss was more breath-taking than he looked in his 'Wanted' shots with his sky-high head price. Momentarily I was frozen for more reasons than one. His warm hands’ captivity, his intoxicating cologne, his imposing rock hard built under my dainty hands, or was it his emerald intense eyes peering into my soul? I couldn’t tell many things like what my surname was or what was his. If he was a wicked whizz, he had me under his charm, and then he chanted something my mind was too far gone in his green abyss to comprehend.

“What are you so riled about?!” Zach tossed his phone to Malcolm and let him see the video. It was the video at one café inside the mall where one of the two would-be terrorists was immediately killed with a single shot to the head. “She was the sniper!” He confirmed angrily, balling his fists and slammed it on the table angrily. “That woman had led us on trying to pretend that she’s just a good shooter from all the practice she has done. I never did believe her story during those hostage incidents that had happened where she was holding a rifle.”

It was better to accept the charity first and think later. The blonde girl with blue eyes looked at her target. In her many years as an assassin who made herself a name in the underworld as “Two Shots”, this was the first time someone escaped her sights. Sasha Angeloff was a prodigy with guns ever since she was young. The maiden of only 16 years of age was the best in her field. Ordinary snipers had to camp in a good location and conceal themselves but not her. Sasha’s speciality was high mobility sniping. It was also why she could toy with her targets and fire a warning shot first before firing a second to kill.

"You can be an assassin if you're not a hitman!" "What's the difference?" I asked, having never heard of such a word. Ignacio grinned. "An assassin also kills for something in return. Most would kill for credits like a hitman but there are some who choose to kill for personal reasons or obligations. I thought it would suit you with your fight against the Parliament for liberation." I thought about it for a while. "Night Walker – The Liberal Assassin… There's a nice ring, I like it." The silence was comfortable for a while until I realised something. "Wait, how do you know what an assassin is? Even the term "hitman" was nowhere to be found in the normal archives."

“Jesus! That kid never runs out of energy, does he?” A chuckle escapes my lips at his amazement. “Connor is definitely in a league of his own.” Declan looks down at his feet then back at me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he looks nervous. Licking my lips, I lift my knees to my chest, wrap my arms around them and take a deep breath. “What are you?” I ask the question that has been niggling in the back of my mind since she showed up at the mansion. His brow quirks, but he maintains an even expression. “What do you mean?” Puffing out a breath, I throw back the covers and rise from the bed. “Wow,” I mutter out in disbelief. “Are we really going to play this game, Declan? Well, let me brea

“Someone explain to me why that name sounds like the apocalypse.” Lena studied her. “You’ve never heard of him?” “No.” “That’s actually impressive,” Lena said. Then she turned back to Arun. “He’s careful with his reputation.” Arun exhaled slowly. “Yes. He is.” Alina’s patience snapped. “Okay, enough mysterious silence. Who the hell is he?” Lena answered. “He’s the best assassin alive.” Alina frowned. “There are plenty of those.” Lena shook her head. “Not like him.” She stepped closer, her boots echoing softly on the concrete.

While Rosalie slowly started the engine, Gavin finally sighed and said, "Someone in Veldor hired three international assassins and named you as the target. The assassins have already arrived in Steinberg." Gavin's brief statement immediately roused Sebastian's interest. The Beckards were clearly not the ones who wanted to kill him this time. "You get your news very quickly. You're not in contact with the assassins, are you?" Sebastian wasn't nervous at all. Gavin rolled his eyes and said, "Liam found out about it. For the past two days, those three assassins are what's been worrying us the most. After all, they're experts who are in the top 50 of Global Assassin Rankings." Gavin sighed.